The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1879-05-22

the eyes of my blue-eyed boy"
How very sweet !" said Mrs. Dusen
berry, alt reminds me of a note l re
ceived the other day from DR.. Drake, il
answer to one l sent him begging hin
for copy of his lecture on the Human
Skeleton.p 70
"Well, I should say she was righr
smart. Yes-s," said the young porl
merchant, in q nasal voice. "Them
verses sounded very pretty. / DOM
read anything in the newspapers but the
lard quotations and hog-market reports
myself, but know good po'try when
hear it. And you read frst-rate, Miss
Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
1t was NICE" said his sister "but
no better than friend of mine can do
She can write PONIES by the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need to,
cause her pas rich. She only does ii
for fun"
Well, Pm blessed" broke in Capt.
Hottop, dropping his feet with bang
from the chair top on which they had
been elevated, f'if / wouldn't like to
know what this is all about. Who is
she n sAnd who's the blue-eyed boy ?"
"Why, bless me, you've just come,
and you don't know, do you, uncle 2"
said Miss SpOoner, putting the "pome"
away in her pocket book, and leaning
back in her chair the better to meet the
eyes of the captain. "She's Mrs. Mont
gOmery Montague, charming young
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is her
only child-a lovely babe"
Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenberry,
at the same time plsyfully Ticking the
cheek of youth at her side, one of the
aforementioned, who in his interest in
Miss SpoOner's story had neglected to
fan the rival of Nine. d. Sevinge, after
having been captured and detailed for
that duty only five minutes before.
And when her husband died" ccn-
tinued the fair Isabella ''(he was the
younger son of an aristCcratic English
family, one of the very highest-intimate
with the qUeen-and ne ran away to
this country on a lark, and his people
disowned him because they thought he
married below him, though I've no
doubt she was much too good for him,
and he treated her shockingly), his
father sent for the boy, and tore him
from his weeping mothers arms.
I" And rocked not tear or prayer"
quoted Mrs. DuseL berry.
"But why did she let them take
him !" shouted the captain. "By hea-
vens they couldn't have taken him if
she'd held on. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers arms Who ever heard of such
thing before?"
" We'll, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
That's the poetical way of putting
it, /" interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute"
Miss Spooner went on, "and she's
delicate little thing, and"
Circumstances were too many for |
her," suggested the pork merchant.
"Just sc" assented his hostess. "But, |
most fortunately, she possessed the gift |
Of song; and with what her writings |
bring her in, and the presents which are
showered on her wherever she goes-she
is such tavorite she manages to get
along. l met her at Mrs. Bluelight's |
party last winter, and we took such g
fancy to each other right of, and she
told me her story in the conservatory.
Young Chandler was there, too, but she
didn't see him. He was at the other
end of the room, behind some tall
plsnts-he was very attentive to her
afterward, and gave her pesrl bracelet
on her birthday-and ] cried till my
nose looked like "a"
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusen-
berry. Adding, in a sprightly manner,
g Captain, if you desert me for this en-
,hantress, Phi never forgive you," to
the great establishment of the honest
captain, who had not exchanged three
sentences with the lady, and indeed had
never seen her until this very July
afternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing
| ring from the iorefnger of her right
land to the forefnger of her left, eve
must all be very kind to her. I sympa-
.hizs with her with all my heart about
Ter child. ] know how I'd feel if l lost
you, Isabella"
"'My bahelet sweetI'" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
yes on her friend, on which the gawky
TOuth at her side dropped the fan and
BURST into loud guffaw. -t
" Hush !" cried Miss Isabella; "Here
ne is" a. To
And up the garden walk tripped
light, girlish-looking woman, dressed in
/ blue-gray silk, with a Gainsborough
lat, from which hOated q long black
'strich plume, coquettishly set on the
Jack of her head. Her pale yellow hair
lung in babyish curls about her snow
White brow, and she raised pair of
ovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
IN the veranda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
less, considering how stout she was, ran
Town the steps and caught her friend in
Ter arms. "You darlingp she said
With enthusiasm, "we have Just been
eading your sweet, sweet poem, A
Mothers Wall Welcome to the home
teadn
Chow beautiful it is ~ said the little
woman, claspiDg her daintily kidded
lands, and speaking in low, clear voice,
perfectly audible to the listeners above,
Is she turned toward the river. "That
Glimpse of the water the grand old
rees! the fragrance of the air ! and -
aising her beautiful eyes," the glorious
ky, so like" with catch in her breath,
so like the eyes of my lost, my darling
,oys" .....s J.
In less thar week every man in that
,oase was more or less in love with Mrs.
Montgomery Montsgue-the captain,
he pork merchant, the old clerks, and
,he young clerks.
And the women-well the women
iidn't like it as well as they did before
.he came.
"she's pretty enough and clever