The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1875-09-02
Cunning.

sch! dear mel hasn't that butter
come net ?" she exclaimed as she-push-
ed away the boy who had for the last
hour been leisurely lifting the dasher.
She sat down with great jar and a
heavy sigh, lifted-the cover and peered
in aud then snatching at an old copy of
the Weekly Hlder she leaned back to-.
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'sPull-back dresses going out of style,
eh?" she soliloquized as she got her
eyes on the paper.
ssWeu (dash), ! think it's high
(daSh) time for (dash) a change"
s'There's them Hodgkin girls, she
continued after short pause, ''they
look just like pair of wild ducks with
the feathers all pulled off except from
wings and tail
Then she dashed away vigorously for
A while as if she really thought she had
those Hodgkin girls under the dasher.
Dash-plash-plash-dash), and then
She exclaimed:
"Wen, there! SO poor Susan Day
toms dead, is she? Well, I've been
expecting it Poor thing She's just
starved herself to death for that heath
en- husband of hers. | don't believe he
had particle of affection for her. She
never had decent clothes to wear, and
was ALWAYS afraid to tell him if the flour
was out or if she even wanted a paper
of pins. Now she's dead, and she's a
GREAT deal better off. | shouldn't Won
der if he went right off and married the
widow Benton. I've seen him stop on
the street and speak to her more than
once
Dash-dash- spash-plash-dash-
splash-dash.)
"Dear mel Won't this butter er6T
come? Johnny, bring me knife and
let me scrape down the cream. Well
| guess it's coming. MOllie, pat the
bowl and ladle to soak in cold water.
s'Now let me see, where was | read
ing?'' she continued: ''Wel done! II
that Minnie Bates hasn't gone and mar
RED Captain Howard! Old enough tc
be her grandfather; but then he's rich
and of course that's all she married hin
for. Poor girl! Money isn't every
thing, and she'll live to regret her rash
ness. Gracious! is this butter nereI
coming?"
dash, dash--dash, splash---plash
dash, plash.)
s.Aaother fire in Chicago! Well, NJ
wonder; them people there are so wick
ed | should think the Lord would fee
like burnin' 'em up. Now, when
went down there to see sister Prudence
one o. them hotel walters laughed in m.
! face because | asked him for cowcum
| bcrs. and mt the Grand Pacific Hote
they tried to make me eat pie with
! fork. And one o. those piratical hack
men would have cheated me out of Seyel
cents if | hadn't stood up for my rights
..O-oh! it is a dreadful wicked city
I expect some day it win be all contia
/ grated. -
dash, dash--splash, splash---dash
| plash--Swash---swaSh---swash.)
ssThere, it's coming she said a
she leaned over the churn; "where'
the bowl, Mollie? Johnny, bring tn
salt and I'll have this butter down celia
in less n no time
then she took off the cover, rolled u
her sleeves, and reaching her long arr
down through the neck of the churn sh
brought up the golden butter by ladies
full, until at last it lay Il shining, ilre9
ular mass in the white wooden bowl o
her lap.
With enviable ease and skill she work
ed the buttcrmilk out and the salt in
now and then pausing to pick out tin
speck until it was arranged to suit he
taste, and then with placid, self-Sati,
fed air she placed damp cloth over
and carried it down into the cool cellar
"Now, Mollie, j." said she, on return
inc. s'that buttermilk Is so rich an
sweet Wen save a bowl full for tn
Joncscs, and here, give me some in thi
pitcher"
Mollic filled the pitcher, and taking
in her hands the good old dame put
to her lips for Il long draught, and ;
she sat the pitcher down she smacke
her lips and feelingly remarked: "Ol
Bet can't he beat for. giving the awful
est. goodcst kind of buttermik. ID
tr0H Free Press.