The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-11-09

OH tell what myriad heads are bent,
OH tell what myriad hearts repent.
lie viii look down. lie viii relent.
u dies. The last low strain departs.
With deep "Amen" the warm tear starts,
The peace Of Eden fills our hearts.
Good Tords.
TOM DUFFAN'S DAUGHTER,
Tom Dufran's cabinet-pictures ore
charming bits of painting; but you
would cease to wonder how he caught
such delicate home-touches if you saw
the room he painted in; for Tom has a
habit of turning his wife's parlor into a
studio, and both parlor and pictures
are the better for the habit.
One bright morning in the winter of
1872 he had got his easel into a comfort
able light between the blazing fire and
the window, and was busily painting.
His CHEEKY little wife-pretty enough,
in spite of her thirty-seven years-was
reading the interesting items in the
morning papers to him, and between
them he sung softly to himself the IA
vorite tenor song of his favorite opera
But the singing always stopped when
the reading began; and so politics and
personals, murders and music, dramas
and divorces, kept continually inter
rupting the musical despair of ''Ah!
che la morte ognora."
But even a morning paper is not uni
versally interesting, and, in the very
middle of an elaborate criticism on
tragedy and Edwin Booth, the parlor
door partially opened, and a lovelier
picture than anyever Tom Duffan paint
ed stood in the aperture-a piquant,
brown-eyed girl, in a morning gown of
scarlet opera flannel, and a perfect
cloud of wavy-black hair falling around
her.
Mamma, if any thing on earth can
interest you that is not in a newspaper,
| should like to know whether crimps
or curls are most becoming with my
new seal-skin set"
"Ask papa"
"If was a picture, of course papa
would know; but seeing am only a
poor live girl, it does not interest him. ="
because, Kitty, you never will dress
artistically."
because, papa, must dress fash
ionably. 1t is not my fault if artists
don't know the fashions. Can't have
mama for about half an hour?''
"When she has finished this criticism
of Edwin Booth. Come in, Kitty; it
viii do you good to hear it."
"Thank you, no, papa; | am going
to Booths myself tonight, and prefer
to do my own criticism" Then Kitty
disappeared, Mrs. Duffan skipped a
good deal of criticism, and Tom got
back to his "Ah! che la morte ognora"
much quicker than the column of print
ed matter warranted.
"Well, Kitty child, what do you
want?'
"See here.'
"Tickets for Booth's?"
"Parquette seats, middle aisle; l
know them. Jack always does get just
about the same numbers"
"Jack? You don't mean to say that
Jack Warner sent them?n
Kitty nodded and laughed in way
that implied half dozen different
Things.
"But l thought that You had posi-
lively refused him, Kitty?''
"Of course l did, mamma-told him
in the incest kind of way that we must
only be dear friends, and so on"
"Then why did he send these tick,
ets?''
"Why do moths fly around a candlei
1t is my opinion that both moths and
men enjoy burning"
"Well, Kitty, l don't understand this
new-fasbioned way of being off and
'on with a lover at the same time
Did you take me from papa simply tc
tell me this?"
"No; I thought perhaps you might
like TO devote few moments to papa'>
daughter. Papa has no hair to crimT
and no braids to make. Here are al
the hair-pins ready, mamma, and vii
tell you about Sarah Cooper's engage
ment and the ridiculous new dresses
she is getting"
1t is to be supposed the bride proved
attractive enough, for Mrs. Duffan tool
in hand the long tresses, and Kitty rat
tied away about wedding dresses anC
travelling suits, and bridal gifts with g!
much interest as if they were the genu
inc news of life, and newspaper intelli
geEce kind OF grown-up fairy lore.
But any one who saw the hair takeI
out of crimps would have said it wa
worth the trouble of putting it in; anC
the face was worth the hair, and tn,
hair was worth the exquisite hat anC
the rich seal-skins ard the tantalizin,
effects of CHANGING silk and beaut fu
colors. Depend upon it, Kitty Duffal
was Just as bright and bewitching
life-size picture as any one could desir
to see: and Tom Duffan thought so, a
she tripped up to the great chair il