The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-04-19
MADE OR MARRIED.
BY JESSIE ForHERGILL,
Author Of zone Of Three" probation" "Ths
WeHfclds," Etc,
CHAPTER xv.-CoSTrSuEp.

"Forgive me, Mabeller' she cried,
on sudden impulse. II love my
brotherhood and myself only know
how much and your sister is bad,
unprincipled woman, who will have
gone near to break his heart by what
she has done; but you are innocent, 1
see. and it has shaken you terribly.
Here, sit down, and do not think of go
ing back yet
t'No, don't touch mel" said Mabelle,
with difficulty getting, her words out.
81 knew-I-she--"
"You knew-you knew"' cried
Grace, recoiling, and flashing terrible
look upon her.
"No-I meant did not know this. l
knew she had seen Mr.. Fordyce.
thought she had seen him often, but
did not know / began to think she
would not marry Philip, and that
ought to speak to you--I didn't
know. l am nearly mad. think"
concluded Mabelle, with strange and
haggard look around as she put her
hand to her head.
''Please to tell me-" Grace had
begun, when the silence outside was
suddenly broken by the sound of wheels,
and, strange though it might seem in
the intensity of their present feelings,
both the girls looked eagerly out of the
window, for, deep in the foreground
of both minds, lurked the unspoken
fear: "What if Philip. by any chance,
were to arrive to-day--nowT And
Grace, seeing cab drive up, and the
driver thereof scanning the numbers on
the house-doors, uttered the fear which
paralyzed Mabelle's lips.
s'lf it should be Philip! Good heav-
.ens-I believe it is Philip"
Still no answer from Mabelle, while
Grace rushed to the window and found
that her fear was right-the cab stopped
there; that was he, bronzed and tanned,
and looking like foreigner-much
changed-a man to attract notice now
wherever he went; but Philip, her very
brother Philip, casting impatient chances
toward the house, throwing some coin
to the cabman, and striding up the
steps. 1t was then that the full force OF
the situation burst upon both girls.
"He has not been to London at all
he has come by Liverpool. The letter
why, he can never have got the let
ter. He does not know
Grace hurried forth the words, and
losing her presence of mind, began tc
walk hurriedly about, wringing hel
hands and muttering:
what shall do? Oh, heavens, what
shall dop What welcome home! My
poor Philip
Mabelle had sunk upon the chair, I'm.
able any longer to stand up-her limbs
would not support her, and then-s
step, n stride, and the door was burst
open, and Philip had Grace in his
arms, and was laughing with delight
and kissing her, and saying; Now
my child, don't die of surprise-don'
for my sake!'
In the bitterness of her heart Grace
could almost have been angry with hin
for his blind, joyful haste, his oblivion
his utter inattention to everything bu
the Joy of returning AMI seeing his be
loved ones again.
philip" she said, releasing herself
and speaking solemnly. ''you dom
seem to see that / have a visitor-anC
a visitor who has come on bad er
rand"
Whv-whatl Mabelle! You look ill
What ails you? There's nothing the
matter with Angela, is therep Speak di
rectly!" he added, almost angrily. IL
she ill?"
"Philip-it is very sad," begar
Grace. "Angela has-has-oh, sh'
has done what is very wrong. She has
treated you very badly"
'What do you meanP How dare Vol
say anything against her? | had let
ter from her the day | left Hong Kong
bidding me welcome. /"
He nnnHhent words camn To an en-