The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-05-03
MADE OR MARRIED.
BY JESSIE FoTHERGILL,
Author Of zone Of Three" Probation" "1he
Wellfc!ds," Etc,
CHAPTER XX.-CoNT1NuEp.

Slowly Mabelle took her way through
the garden, gathering here and there
some sweetly-scented Tower, ard linger-
ing amongst the many fragrances as if
she could not bear to part from them
Then, by degrees, out of the garden and
into the first fields surrounding the
house. No sooner had she arrived there
than something jumped up against her
dress, and looking down she perceived
the fussy-looking person of DR.. johnson,
who had seen her proceedings in the
hall from one corner of one eye. but
who had only just persuaded himself to
leave his delicious corner on the sofa,
and whose wriggling body and plead ng
tail now said distinctly: "You can new
.er think of leaving M; behind"
'Oh, DR.. johnson, you want to come,
too! Well, you shall, if you don't run
after the Sheep she observed, which
observation the Doctor, perfectly COM
pretending, hailed with three active
bounds and as many sharp, excited
barks, while Mabelle's step fastened
itself somewhat in sympathy with the
creatures eagerness.
A walk of ten minutes along the we'll
known tield-paths brought her to the
cliffs, and to the agreeable little hollow
where she and Grace were wont to sit
with their books and work, idling away
the sweet, long, summer days.
From this little cove one could look
down upon the shore, and when the
tide was high there was nothing to be
seen below but heaving green depth,
clear as crystal, and indescribably beau
tiful. One might dwell for pages upon
the strange tints and shadows, the
changing, mysterious lights and CLEANS
and flashes o. foam, and sudden dark
ness of that noble sea which washed the
cliffs about Foulhaven, hut that the de-
scription might wax tedious, and could
not give the faintest idea of the whole.
Once, when some person was feebly
and hopelessly quoting the words about
"the light that never was, on sea or
land" Mabelle suddenly burst forth;
''But you are quite mistaken; it is
there! / have seen it. 1t is the green
light on the waves at Foulhaven. And
the company laughed, and did not re-
lieve her; tut Mabelle spoke the words
of truth and soberness notwithstand ng.
From where she sat this afternoon
she could not see, without standing UP
and craning her neck for the purpose,
the two old stone piers to the south,
with each an odd, stumpy looking light,
house at the end of it, between which
the river ran into the sea, so that they
helped to form kind oil hari or, in and
out of which the fishing era t went sail
ing, sailing, every day, with their red
brown or sa.lron-colored sails gently
spreading to the Lreeze. But she could
see, as she lay back with her hands
clasped behind her head, a little speck
of the top of the great East Cliff, which
was SO high and mighty, and in stormy
weather so grim and terri lie. Ana
upon that speck stood the detiant-look.
ing ruin of very ancient abbey, ycleped
st. EthelLe la
Go where one would in the neighbor-
hood of Foulhaven this frowning ruiz
confronted one, and seemed to dom
mate every part of the landscape. II
looked grimly down upon the vovager,
in ships at sea; while the blue sky
cleaned through the broken tracery O
its fine old windows. By land, no mat
ter where, west. north or south, though
it might be hidden for a moment by
some lofty bank, some bend in the road,
or some hedge of trees, yet, emergt
once more and again you saw it, tower
ing above everything else an ancien
guardian, endowed with the impressive
ness which only such strange, hoary
buildings can have-the survivor of ;
hundred kings, and the beacon TO
miles around to those who ''go dowl
into the deep in ships"
Now, Mabelle Fairfax lay back anC
gazed at the gaunt old ruin and specu
lated about it, and wove the webs o
her hopes and fears, and her wonder
as to what lie held for her ms sh'
watched whit clouds sailing seawar'
benin its W n lows.
"How good they are to me-" sh'