The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-10-12

attention where he does not admire
There he is now. Let's turn off thi
road t.rr s..r.
And Rob made an attempt TO take tn
next path, but Rhoda outianked him
and walked boldly by the enemy, fash
ing out defiant, bright glance from
| beneath her long, ietty lashes as sh,
bowed good morning. Rob whispered
softly to himself and laughed again, bu
linaudibiy. FEE a T
"That little cousin of yours has
fine pair r-of eyes, Bob,n yawned Phil
Farnham, lazily, from the depths of hi,
hammock out on the lawn, where ht
and Bob were taking siesta that after
noon.
"Yes, but goa needn't expect to re
ceive any admiring glance from them,
Phil; she viii never take the trouble tc
make herself agreeable TO a man who
wears them. She calls you Dun
dreary - and Bob laughed merrily to
himself.
The hammock swung to and fro so
rapidly now that it threatened to over
throw its occupant, and the volume of
smoke that issued therefrom looked
very much as though there might be a
raging fire within its depths some
where.
81 say, Rob, let's look in at the hop
tonight, said the voice in the ham
mock, after long silence. "I believe
I'd like a waltz or two."
"Certainly-I'm willing-but /
didn't think there was any one here
you would care to waltz with. Oh, |
recollect now, Miss Merton arrived to-
day, and will make her debut in our
rooms this evening. How wild you
were over her blonde beauty last win
ter"
"UmP Yes, very fair and stately.
Well, I'll meet you there tonight
we'll make our debut, too, in full dress
red whiskers' and ALL" he added, So
to voec. a-aae7-
Rhoda was radiant that evening. She
lighted up well, and in wonderful
buff and scarlet combination of silk,
lace, and flowers, the pretty, little, 1.-THE,
dark figure swayed in the waltz and
whirled in the galop like some bright
tropical bird. She danced divinely and
loved the waltz with a girlish fervor
Therefore she did not refuse Mr.. Farm
ham g the pleasure" when he came to-
ward her early in the evening and
begged the honor of her hand. She
at a glance that he waltzed
like a 60 god;" and, as she often de-
clared, she "would dance with a chin
if he could glide with her
step" She did not refuse him once af-
.er. ...-
Somehow, it must have been for the
same reason of course, Phil Farnham
Haltzed oftener with her than with any
1ther lady in the room; and in spite of
his prediction for blondes, brunettes
in the ascendant that evening,
aud the fair debutante, Miss Merton,
oaled and languished with jealousy as
she noticed the attention-nay, devo-
ion-that "little, dark Miss Brent"
was receiving from her preux chevalier
IF last winter.
81 never thought Phil Farnham any
hing of hirt before!" said Mrs. Sher- |
wood, the next morning, as the girls sat
n her room, talking over the hop; ''but 1
must confess he disappointed me. He |
sn't the kind of man | took him to be. |
Now, last winter he was devotion itself /
% Millie Merton-and last night he |
scarcely noticed her. There was no
'eason for his marked non-attention
either, for could see that she was cha
yrined at his neglect. Somehow, | |
Ion { like Phil as well as | used to. He |
S changed" and Mrs. Sherwood shook |
ler head and sighed.
Perhaps it is his taste only that has
changed, and =, he prefers brunettes to
blondes now," answered Rhoda, smil- |
ng to herself slyly= az she recalled |
6ob's words, and contrasted them with
Phil's manner the night before.
"No, not that altogether. l know |
be don't admire dark women. Imean |
.he whole character seems to have
He is reserved-not as agree |
able and pleasant as he used to be
critical and satirical; and Bob says he is |
growing into sort of woman-hater-I
declares he will never marry, because |
ne can never love one of the women of
-o-day.' So don't fad in love with him,
Rhods."
"Won't marry because he couldn't |
owe one of the women of to-dayn |
suppose any one of them stands ready !
% fall into his arms at his askingl You
needn't warn me, auntie. dislike the
man," was Rhoda's sharp retort.
"Well, I'm sure Phil is a nice enough !
fellow, but never should want to mar
~ him, said Maud. "I'm like you,
OboAa. II oo,,1Jrit etopd q ,,oi,. Of rod
whiskers and mustache close to my
ips!n and Maud shuddered very much
rs Rhoda had done few days before.
"Mr. Farnham's whiskers are not
Do you think so, Maud ?
should call them more of blonde
replied Rhoda, not noticing
he sly glances Maud exchanged with
ler mother at this sudden change of
opinion in one who had coJored the red
Thiskers and mustache herself not
5en days agoi --'- z A.-s
Farnham's an odd fellow" ex-
claimed Bob. who had come into the !
room Just as Rhoda had pronounced
Mr.. Farnham's whiskers "brown."
''I've been trying to get him enthusi-
astic over our masquerade, and he
won't even say he will stay until the
night of the ball. He's tired of the
beach. Now, Rhoda, if You were only
a blonde, you might have smitten him
with your charms; and, through you,
might have persuaded him TO remain.
don't know, however, that l wish he
liked you, for"
"For what?" interrupted Rhoda,
quickly.
"O6, you'd never suit one another,
that's ali. But | needn't bother my
self. He doesn't admire squaws, and
you hate red whiskers; so there isn't
the least danger of your faneying one
another. /" ~ ~ .l.I.r.IrH
"Wen, Miss Merton is here. She's "a
pale-face, I'm sure. Can't you per-
suade Mr.. Farnham TO stay through
her, pray?"
:s.No: here's tired OF. the beach, and
every body here, he says. So | sup
pose he will go.'' Z n Ii UELII(
But Mr.. Farnham did stay to the
notwithstanding it was
postponed a week later than at first de-
signed, and much beyond his proposed