The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-11-09
Yet he could not have told whether he

was HlOst pltdSeu VI angry WHeH NC saw
Max Raymond coolly negotiate a change
of seats with the gentleman on Kitty
right hand, and take posses ion Of Kit
tvs eyes and ears and heart. But there
is great deal of human nature in man,
and Jack behaved, upon the whole, bet
ter than might have been expected.
For once Kitty did not do all the talk
ing. Max talked, and she listened /;
Max gave opinions and she endorsed
them; Max decided, and she submitted.
1t was not Jacks Kitty at all. He was
quite relieved when she turned around
in her old piquant way and snubbed
him.
But to Kitty it was q wonderful even
ing-those grand old Romans walking
on and off the stage, the music playing,
the people applauding, and the calm
stately man on her right hand explain
ing this and that, and looking into her
eyes in such delicious, perplexing way
that past and present were all mingled
like the waving shadows of wonderful
! dream.
She was in loves land for about three
hours; then she had to come back into
the cold frosty air, the veritable streets,
and the unmistakable stone houses. But
it was hardest of all to come back and
be the old radiant, careless Kitty.
swell, pussy, what of the playP"
asked Tom Duffan; "you cut IS
criticism short this morning. Now
what is yoursP"
"Oh, don't know, papa. The play
was Shakspeare's, and Booth and Bar
rett backed him up handsomely"
every fine criticism indeed, Kitty. 1
wish Booth and Barrett could hear it.
81 wish they could; but am tired to
death now. Good night, papa; good
night, mamma. I'll talk for twenty in
the morning"
"What's the matter with Kitty,
motherP"
"Jack Warner, l expect"
"Hum! l don't think So"
"Men don't know every thing, Tom"
"They don't know any thing about
women; their best efforts in that line
are only guesses at truth"
"Go to bed, Tom Dufan; you are
getting prosy and ridiculous. Kitty
will explain herself in the morning"
But Kitty did not explain herself, and
she daily grew more and more mex
plicable. She began to read: Max
brought the books and she read them.
She began to practice: Max liked mu-
sic, and wanted to sing with her. She
stopped crimping her hair: Max said
it was unnatural and inartistic. She
went to scientific lectures and astro-
nomical lectures and literary societies:
Max took her.
Tom Duffan did not quite like the
change, for Tom was of that order of
men who love to put their hearts and
necks under pretty woman's foot. He
had been so long used to Kitty domi-
nant, to Kitty sarcastic, to Kitty will
full, to Kitty absolute, that he could not
understand the new Kitty.
81 do not think our little girl is quite
well, mother" he said one day, after
studying his daughter reading the En-
dynston without yawn.
"Tom, if you can't think to better
purpose, you had better go on painting.
Kitty is in love-"
"First time l ever saw love make a
woman studious and sensible"
"They are uncommon symptoms;
nevertheless, Kitty's in love. Poor
child"
"With whom?h
"Max Raymond" and the mother
dropped her eyes upon the ruflle she
was pleating for Kitty's dress, while
Tom Duffan accompanied the newborn
thought with his favorite melody.
Thus the winter passed quickly and
happily away. Greatly to Kitty's de-
light, before its close Jack found the
/" blonde, sentimental, intellectual
friend,r who could appreciate both him
and his writings; and the two went to
housekeeping in what Kitty called ga
large dry-goods box" The merry lit
tie wedding was the last event of late
spring, and when it was over, the sum-
mer quarters were an imperative ques
ton.
81 really don't know what to do,
mother" said Tom. "Kitty vowed
she would not 60 to the Peak this year,
and scarcely know how to get along
without it,
"Oh, Kitty will go. Max Raymond
has quarters at the hotel lower down. "
"Oh, oh! III tease the little puss. -"
You will do nothing of the kind,
Tom, unless you want to 60 to Cape
May or the Branch. They both imag-
inc their motives undiscovered; but you
just let Kitty know that you even sus-
pect them, and she won't stir step in
your direction"
Here Kitty, entering the room,
stopped the conversation. She had a
pretty lawn suit on, and japanese fan
in her hand. "Lawn and fans, Kitty"
said Tom: "time to leave the city.
Shall we go to the Branch, or Sarato-
go?"
Snow, papa, you know you are jok-
ing; you always go to the Peak"
"But am going with you to the sea-
side this summer, Kitty. 1 wish my lit
tie daughter to have her whim for
once"
"You are better than there is any
occasion for, papa. l don't want either
the Branch or Saratoga this year. Sa-
rah Cooper is at the Branch, with her
snobby little husband and her extrava-
CANT toilettes; I'm not going to be pat
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