The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-04-26
MADE OR MARRIED.
CHAPTER XvII.-CoNTINUEp.
by JESSIE FoTHERGILL,
Author Of zone Of Three" Probation" "The
WeHteIds," Etc,

ChAHIER ANI.-CONTINUED.
The attempt to describe hours like
those Philip was passing through must
always be painful and generally fail
ure. When we fail ourselves, we may
feel anguish and remorse; may call our
selves hard names, abase ourselves to
the dust, and seek chastisement for our
sins, but behind all compunction is the
consciousness: after all, | never was
perfect to begin with; what l have done
has not put me outside the pale of hui
manity, and there is the future in
which | may strive to expiate my SIM"
But when ones ideal goes-when what
was highest, purest, hottest, what
seemed stainless and unimpeachable,
crumbles suddenly down before ones
horror struck eyes, into common dust
one can no longer see with undistort-
ed vision; the reaction is binding, and
the miserable dust looks like heap of
dreadful corruption. Thus it was with
Philip, and it was with this overwhelm-
ing disaster that he had to battle that
night. Sleep, he felt, was out of the
question, but, seeing that his bedroom
had round window, opening to
the floor, he unfastened it, and saw
ahat little iron balcony ran round it.
THE night air blew keen and fresh, but
invigoratingly upon him. He stepped
forth, and resting his elbows upon the
ledge of the balcony, leaned there, and
gazed drearily out into the night.
There was a late moon, just about to
disappear behind a range of low moors
to the west-he dimly saw the trees in
the garden, and the tiower-0eds beneath
ais window, and the smoothly-shayen
lawns. Farther away he beheld the
CLEAN of water-there was an artificial
lake, he remem bered, which he had no.
ticed as they drove mp to the house. All
was very still and quiet, the whole es-
tablishment seemed hushed in repose.
This time last night he had been eager
ly longing for home; had been think
ing of Angela, of the pleasure, the sur
prise of his own sudden arrival. When
had he ever ceased to think of her? Ii
was of her he had thought as he land
ed, of her as he hurried as rapidly as
trains and cabs could take him to Irh-
ord of her, and of her only, when he
arrived, and, while he was driving
through the dingy, well-known streets
of her, as, like flood, the remem
brance of, the same rushed over his
mind-Grace, Mabelle, the few shor
and terrible moments during which hi:
leap from light to darkness had beer
taken.
''She was married this morning. he
muttered TO himself. "My God! wha
ere women made of. that they can dc
these things-married this morning, anC
lot three weeks ago she was writing Il
me as her dearest Philip Suppose
were to send the letters to old Fordyce
without further note or comment--ha
la! It's mad world, my masters,
mad world. Well a man does not di
because a woman has lied to him, and
suppose other men and women will no
visit it as sin upon Philip Massey tina
Angela Fairfax first made fool OF him
and then Tilted him. | came home Ger
tain that | was a made man, every way
and it seems I'm married one instea'
in the only quarter where l cared TO
success"
The idea success awoke othe
memories, and he remembered his gam
with Thekla Berghaus. and their defini
tions of success.
land said Grey had been success
full, and she did not seem so sure abou
it; but was rig It, after all, for he ha
got an honest woman for his wife.
suppose Grace meant that one da
when she spoke to me. What fool
was!'
The night wore on. and the moon dis
appeared, and dawn broke in the east
bringing glad new day, with me-
hopes and joys, to the worldi in genera