The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1875-09-02
MORAL
A LOVE-LETTER.

The cappellano, besides being a tiller
of the soil, a curate and a SchoOmaS-
ter, is likewise the ScrjraHO or letter
writer Of the ncighborhood. Tcresina
climbs the broken stair without the
house, tapping softly at a window of
the second story rs she passes; there l.
a LIGHT burning in this window; then
she waits on the balcony. "Oh, good
evening, my girl, - says the little priest
rs he opens the door, for he has no
REGULAR servant, as his more atlluent
master, only little girl who comes in
daily TO cook little, and TO clean still
less. "And what may your business
he with me so late of an evening? 1t Is
far from san Fcdcle."
Il have 4 letter to write, Signor Cap
pellano," replies the girl. "A letter
that should have been sent some days
ago, only the work and the feste have
come in the way"
Every good, TcrcSina mia; come
forward, and seat thySelf, till hear on
what matter is thy correspondence. -
The Scrivauo knows it well enough, but
he must have his joke
TcreSina laughs a little, consciously,
and makes as though she would turn her
head, but She speaks up bravely, for the
time Is short.
"Aud il is a letter TO gallant, Sig
nor Cappcllano, says she. ."What else
should it be, when a pretty girl like me
comes to YOU at this hour of night? ?
And would that You would hasten, for
| must be home again, and that quick
ly."
Tercsina has a blooming, winSomc
face, and gray eyes that are soft and
shady, and crispy-wayin% hair; she has
fun lips, too. and lovely rows of white p,
cleaning teeth, and she laughs as she
SAYS this, and pulls a letter from her
pocket.
This is the one which he wrote to
me. she continues. Perhaps you
may like to see it, that You may know
the Stvle that win fit him best"
"No, no. my daughter; | have writ
ten many lovc-letter, and can trust to
my own sense. " gTUmbleS the ScriyanO
as hc gets out the pens and paper, for
he has his own well-worn phrases ready
flowing TO hand, and would be greatly
discounted at having 10 invent any
new ones. He seats himself at the
table. puts on his spectacleS, smooth,
the sheet OF paper, and, dipping hi,
pen in the ink, glances mp at the fail
cirl for her instructions. She. mean
while, stands awbwardly before him,
smiling to herself. and calculating be
meath her breath, aS she twirlS hel
apron mechanically yround her finger ant
thumb.
"But never said it was a love-let
te - she saws at last, laughing again
''Eh, well, well, my daughter.
letterto a gallant, then? What mat
ter: it's all the same thing. Tell IN,
his name and whether you meant to hav,
him or no, and then leave the rest tC
me.
ssBut no. Signor Cappenano, re-
monStrates the damSel eagerly; ''it i
not Just so. You must understand the
affair" And she comes closer to the
table. for Teresina wants to have a fin
Ger in the matter herself.
.sYou see, >" she goes on, sthe young
man is rich and fine, they tell me, and
a rood match for me, a poor contaaina
and | don't want TO send him quite
away. But. then. l have never seen
him. and how can tell if he viii please
me or no? Now, You, who know the
Latin. and are fine and wise, You ear
nut it or9ndly what I mean.
s.Yes. YES, my daughter, surely; s'
tell me what 10 write first.
''Nen, first you shall put, an'
Teresina fiddles again with her apron