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

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you so.' You just quit the antique, anC
take to studying Harper'S Bazaar fo
effects; then your women will look
little more natural"
"NaturalP Jehoshaphatl Go away
you little fraudi"
al appeal to Jack. Jack, Just Iool
at the women in that picture of papa's
with the white sheets draped abou
them. What do they look like?"
"Frights, Miss Kitty"
"0f course they do. Now, papa
"You two young barbarians!" shout
ed Tom, in a fit of laughter; for Jacl
and Kitty were out in the clear frosty
air by this time, with the fresh wind a
their backs, and their faces steadily sci
toward the hustle and the light Of
Broadway.
They had not gone far when Jack
said, anxiously, "You haven't thought
any better of you decision last Friday
night, Kitty, am afraid?"
"Why, no, Jack. don't see how |
can, unless you could become an Indi-
an Commissioner or a Clerk of the
Treasury, or something of that kind.
You knowI won't marry literary man
under any possible circumstances. I'm
clear on that subject, Jack"
al know all about farming, Kitty, if
that would do"
"But l suppose if you were farm
er, we should have to live in the coun-
try. am sure that would not do"
Jack did not see how the city and the
farm could be brought to terms; so he
sighed, and was silent.
Kitty answered the sigh. "Nouse in
bothering about me, Jack. You ought
TO be very glad have been so honest.
Some girls would have 'risked you,'
and in a week you'd have been just as
miserable!"
You don't dislike me, Kitty?"
"Not at all. think you are first
rate"
alt is my profession, then?"
EXACTLY"
"Now, what has it ever done to Of
fend you?"
Nothing yet, and l don't mean it
ever shall. You see, know VIII Hut
toms wife; and what that woman en-
dures! It's just dreadful"
"Now, Kitty"
"It is, Jack. VIII reads all his fine
articles to her, wakes her up at nights
to listen to some new poem, rushes
away from the dinner table to jot down
what he calls 8 an idea, is always point
ing out splendid passages to her, and
keeps her working just like slave
copying his manuscripts and cutting
newspapers to pieces. Oh, it is just
DREADFUL"
"But she thoroughly enjoys it."
eyes, that is such a shame. VIII
has quite spoiled her. Lucy used to be
real nice; jolly, stylish girl. Before
she was married she was splendid COM
pany; now, you might just as well
NOPE round with book"
"Kitty, I'd promise upon my honor
at the altar, if you like-never to bother
you with any thing l write; never to-
say a word about my profession"
"No, no, sir! Then you would soon
be finding some one else to bother, per-
haps some blonde, sentimental, intel
lectual friend What is the use of
turning a good-natured little thing like
me into hateful dog in the manger? l
am not naturally able to appreciate
you, but if you were mine, should
snarl and bark and bite at any other
woman who was"
Jack liked this unchristian sentiment
very much indeed. He squeezed Kitty's
hand and looked so gratefully into her
face that she was forced to pretend he
ruined her glove.
"I'n buy you boxes full, Kitty; and,
darling, 1 am not very poor; am quite
sure 1 could make plenty of money for
you"
"Jack, did not want to speak about
money; because, if girl does not go
into raptures about being willing to live
on crusts and dress in calicoes for love,
people say she's mercenary. Well,
then, am mercenary. 1 want silk
dresses and decent dinners and matt
nees, and I'm fond of having thing
regular; it's habit of mine to like
them all the time. Now know litera-
ry people have spasms of riches, and
then spasms of poverty. Artists are
Just the same. have tried poverty &C.
casionally, and found its uses less de-
sirable that some people tell us they
are"
"Have you decided yet whom and
what you will marry, Kitty?"
"No sarcasm, Jack. l shall marry
the first good honest fellow that loves
me and has steady business, and who
will take me every summer to see
views"
"To see views?"
"Yes. l am sick to death of fire
scenery and mountains, 'scarped and
Jagged and rifted,' and all other kinds.
I've seen so many grand landscapes, l
never want tosee another. want to stay
at the Branch or the Springs, and have
nice dresses and hop every night.
And you know papa SoiH go to some
lonely place, where all my toilettes are
thrown away, and where there is not a
soul to speak to but famous men of one
kind or another"
Jack couldn't help laughing; butthey
were now among the little crush that
generally gathers in the vestibule of 8
theater, and whatever he meant 20 say
was cut in two by a downright hearty
saluta,ion from some third party.
"Why, Max, when did you gel
home?n