The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1878-08-15

shouldn't trouble us long, but he did
He lived three years, and be made hi:
poor health an excuse for all sorts OF
outrages. When he became too feeble
to 90 out, the scenes with him were past
all description.
Seeing him upon his death-bed, one
day tried to talk with him, Bible in
hand.
81 don't want any of your blue or
thodxyi" says he; "your own minis
ters don't believe in it. I've heardthem
talk. expect to stake it for while,
but shall stave' it through A few
years, more or less, make no great diff
ference. Ju, ia, say!-''
He died, Julie sitting upon the bed
supporting him that he might breathe
easier, her poor thin fingers stroking his
hair, while she said:
"Can't you put your trust in Jesus,
JohnP Can't you love him now, John
o, joint"
But he died and gave no sign.
Your uncle had already done so much
for her that Julie now set her heart up
on earning her own and Tony's. sup
port, and all the village helped her.
When Tony was IA, Mr.. Howard, the
mill-owner, gave him work.
Mr.. Howard, now, was one of those
men who incline you to liberal views,
rot much of church-goer, and no great
believer in doctrines but hating liquors,
and full of kindness to the poor. Tony
bad strange appetite for strong drink,
and, beng amusing when under its in
fuence, he could get it gratuitously from
.Biodgett.. Many and many time he
would steal down there, and be followed
and brought back by Mr.. Towards men
One day the mill stopped for repairs
and Tony crept away to the saloon.
Blodgett was, at that time, just over the
railroad track. You can see the place
from here; there, just beyond the cul
vert.
When the little sense the boy had was
well muddled, down came q heavy
freight train and " slowed up" before
Blodgett's. Tony had seen the boys
spring upon moving trains at the depot,
and be started for this.
The men cried, "Board it, Tony,
you're good for it," Blodgett laugh
ing at the boys sprawling movements
until the tears ran down his cheeks.
Tony caught at car and fell back
ward.
1t was about noon, and the loveliest
October day, hushed something like
that day on which Tony was baptized.
l heard his shrieks over here; both
limbs taken off below the knee.
Dreadful to hear about, isn't it?
1t wouldn't harmonic, maybe, with
your reyeries in this plush-covered easy
chair or your dreams over cream-tinted
pages; but had you sat here that beau
tiful noon, you would have heard fony's
screams just the same, even though you
had finished the most eloquent period
upon the divine tenderness.
The boy recovered, but Julie lived
only year or two. She died suddenly.
1t may have been heart-disease, or it
may have been something else. The
doctor didn't seem to know.
Tony fingered two or three years. He
died from this very room.
Blodgets didn't die. He went out of
the /" saloon business" and removed to
a city where he wasn't known. He is
successful and respectable, fat and jolly,
and has forgotten the past.
Now, | shall leave you to finish your
sermon, but just remember not only THAI
you are to speak to people who've form
ed their opinions from life, but possibl,
to people such as Hammerston once WAS.
Ella beth A. S. Chester.