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

Max did a great deal of fishing that
summer, and at the end of it Tom
Duffan's pretty daughter was inextriea-
bly, caught. She had no will but Max's
will, and no way but his way. She had
promised him never to marry any one
but him; she had vowed she would
love him, and only him, to the end of
her life.
All these obligations without shadow
or a doubt from the prudent little body.
Yet she knew nothing of Max's family
or antecedents; she had taken his ap-
pearance and manners, and her fathers
and mothers respectful admission of
his friendship, as guarantee sufficient.
She remembered that Jack, that first
night in the theater, had said some
thing about studying law togther; and
with these items, and the satisfactory
fact that he always had plenty of money,
Kitty had given her whole heart, with
out conditions and without hostages.
Nor would she mar the placid meas
ure of her content by questioning; it
was enough that her father and mother
were satisfied with her choice. When
they returned to the city, congratula-
tons, presents, and preparations filed
every hour. Kitty's Importance gave
her back great deal of her old dicta-
torial way. In the matter of toilettes
she would not suffer even Max to inter-
fere. "Results were all men had to do
WITH" she said; /" every thing was in
artistic to them but few yards of linen
and a straight petticoat.
Max sighed over the founces and
cuttings and lace and ribbons, and talk
ed about ''unadorned beauty" and
then, when Kitty exhibited results,
went into rhapsodies of wonder and ad-
miration. Kitty was very triumphant
in those days, but little drop of NOR
LITIGATION was in store for her. She was
exhibiting all her pretty things one day
to friend, whose congratulations found
their climax in the following statement:
"Really, Kitty, a most beautiful
wardrobe! and such an extraordinary
piece of luck for such little scatter
brain as you! Why, they say that
Mr.. Raymond's last book Is just wonder
full"
Mr.. RGynsond'S last book" And
Kitty let the satin-lined morocco-case,
with all its ruby treasures, fall from her
hand.
"Why, haven't you read it, dear? So
clever, and all that, dear"
Kitty had tact enough to turn the con-
versation; but just as soon as her visi-
tor had gone, she faced her mother,
with blazing eyes and cheeks, and said,
"What is Max's BUSINESS lawyer?"
Gracious, Kitty! What's the mat
ter? He is a scientist, professor, and
a great"
" Writer?"
eyes"
"Writes books and magazine articles
and things?"
eyes"
Kitty thought profoundly for few
moments, and then said, 81 thought so.
l wish Jack Warner was at home"
"What for?"
"Only little matter 1 should like to
have out with him; but it will keep"
Jack, however, went South without
visiting New York, and when he re-
turned, pretty Kitty Duffan had been
Mrs. Max Raymond for two years. His
first visit was to Tom Duffan's parlor-
studio. He was painting and singing
and chatting to his wife as usual. 1t
was so like old times that Jacks eyes
filled at the memory when he asked
where and how was Mrs. Raymond.
"Oh, the Professor had bought q
beautiful place eight miles from the
city. Kitty and he preferred the coun-
try. Would he 60 and see themP"
Certainly Jack would 60. To tell the
truth, he was curious to see what other
miracles matrimony had wrought upon
Kitty. So he went, and came back
wondering.
"Really, DEAR" says Mrs. Jack War
ner, the next day, " how does the Pro-
fessor get along with that foolish, ig-
norant little wife of his?"
"Get along with her? Why, he
couldn't get along without her! She
sorts his papers, makes his notes and
quotations, answers his letters, copies
his manuscripts, swears by all he thinks
and says and does, through thick and
thin, by day and night. It's wonder
full, by Jove! l felt spiteful enough to
remind her that she had once vowed
that nothing on earth should ever in
-duce her to marry writer"
What did she say?"
"She turned round in her old saucy
manner, and answered, Jack Warner,
you are as dark as ever. did not mar
ry the writer, married the man. Then
l said, Il suppose all this study and
reading and writing is your offering
toward the advancement of sicence and
social regeneratiOn?'"
"What then?"
"She laughed in very provoking
way, and said, Ozark again, Jack; ii
is labor of LORE"
"Wel, neyer!"
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