The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1877-03-08
AUNT JEMIMA,s STORY.

w hdb OlN hCAl Jou says Ghha
Matilda-that you didn't believe Their,
was any real love without shade o
iealousyP Well, that shows what rea
silly, light-hearted, uncalculating young
goosey you are"
Aunt Jemima drew long breath, ant
shook her head and forefnger Will
great gravity at her demGrely prett,
niece and then went on:
"You're not content to let things q
smooth and easy, though, goodness
kEows, that Edward Marshall is as nice
a young gentleman as ever knew, and
you ought to be thankful-sinee yor
are a woman and can't pick and choose
for yourself, but must wait till some
young man asks you-that you're lucky
enough to be his choice, without pick
ing flaws in him snd trying 10 spoil the
happiness that SO few have the COOS
fortune to enjoy"
al am not picking flaws in Edward
Marshall, Aunt Nina" protested EN-
ma Matilda, her niece. "I'm only say
ing how sorry am that he isn't poeti
cal and more like a story-book lover
Why, he never goes into raptures, OF
tantrums, or any thing nice, but just
keeps calm and good natured all the
time. wish lived in the days wheT
men were knights, and wore sword;
and fought for the ladies they adored-
that would be NIGEL And then they
would not let any one even look at the
objects of their devotion. But Edward
Marshall seems to think it is really nice
to have me taken off his hands once in
awhile; and when I go out walking
with a gentleman friend, hoping to
make him wretched, he only smiles, and
says he hopes I've been enjoying my.
self"
(Which is a clear proof that he has
good sense, and knows enough not to
make fool of hinselfl" exclaimed
Aunt Jemima, with conviction. CHOW
just listen to me for moment, Emma
Matilda, and III tell you something
that ought to make you serious: If it
had not been for jealousy should not
have been your old maid Aunt Jemi.
ma! Yes, my dear, it's no joke to be
an old maid; you may well become SOL
emn when you think of it, and now I'll
tell you how it happened"
There had suddenly appeared gush
of tears in Aunt Terminals specialized
eyes, and her nose had become alarm.
ingly red while she spoke.
cit is natural emotion" she observ.
ed, in excuse, "and very likely you
may indulge in the same forty years
from now, if Edward Marshall's image
rises before your mind, and you have
succeeded in getting rid of him, through
some nonsensieal freak of jealousy.
"My dear, l wasn't just like l am
now when | was your age; indeed, some
folks called me handsome, and 1 know
my cheeks were red and my eyes were
as bright as the common run of girls
young man as l would care to see
Cuthbert Jones by name, and if you'd
told me in those days that Jemima
Rodgers would have been on my grave
stone | shouldn't have believed it.
Cuthbert was warm-hearted, agreea-
BILE and polite, but he was awfully jeal-
Gus. u may have been his hair
it inclined little to the
sandy; or it may have been his
eyes-they had kind of greenish tinge.
But Cuthbert was mighty sharp if any
one looked at me, and we used to quar-
rel every time he saw me smile at an
other young man, even if it was his
own brother. After we had made up
and at first it was so nice to make up
our quarrels that they didn't seem SC
bad-he used to say it was because he
set such store by me that he was raving
angry when he saw me with any one
else; and used to feel sort of pleased
and flsttered, and forgot his black
looks and mean suspicious. But, by
and-by, l got spunky, and vowed |
would not stand such tyranny-that I'd
never tie myself to a Bluebeard, and
have my head snapped off if l did not
mind every word he said. Cuthbert's
beard was not blue, though must saw
it was rather on the reddish, which NAV
have accounted for his being fussy in
his disposition. The girls in our viii
lage got to teasing me good deal
about his temper. When we were out
on picn.cs, they'd find an old hat and
hang it on a bush near me, and ther
call for him: VIZ
"'Mr. Jones-Mr. Jonesl Mis-,
Rodgers is in danger!'
sit used to mortify him awful, fol-
he was easy frustrated; but it didn't
cure him. Nothing could do that, i
seemed. One evening Cousin Sarah
Brown came over in sleigh from Pei
tonville, and brought her young brother
Abe, with her. They were going tc
stay all night at our house, and
then start next day over to
Norwood, to spend week with their
grand parents there. Now Abe, he was
only IA years old, but the most over
growed fellow you ever set your eyes
on. He was nigh as tail as his father.
and broad accordingly, but he had. the
softest, sawney kind of look, being red
and white, like baby, and having resl
faxen hsir. 1 don't know who started
the nickname, but every body called hin
Sissy Brown, and he was Just as cley.