The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1880-09-16

80, Aunt Sally, how hatefull I should
have thought she'd ha' liked him all the better
/ for thinlxin' so much of his dead mother. I'm
sure l felt just like cryin' when you told me
about the 'Squire's nanin' Of him after the
one he set such store by; seemed as though
twas most worth while to die il 1t made folks
/ think so much Of you"
why, how YOU talk, ehildl You amt
dreadful way-wise yet, it's plain to behold.
/ It's sight better TO hev 'em set by We whilst
| We live. 1t don't do Miss Hills no good up
/ there under the mulieins an burdocks to hev
the Square alters thinkin' about her and
mournin' after her."
AZ don't believe it." retorted Loyey, her
soft voice thrilled with indignation. "Idon't
believe but what she knows all about it, and is
sort of comforted by 1t. She amt up there in
the forlorn old graveyard; she's in better
place and know she likes TO be loved more'n
/ ever. NV graciousl do you think shouldn't
know, II was ever so dead, that anybody |
set my life by had forgot me, and taken an
other into my placer
Well, well, well, child, don't be so stirred
up. DOM know nothin' about it, nor you don't
nuther, an it's time to put the tea to draw.
Fetch up the butter, will yel and cut the
bread" And Sally walked of to her work,
unable to cope with the ardent young heart
| that life and grief had not yet tanned down to
hard sense and practical philosophy.
But there was another heart, still young, IL
wounded, that heard and responded in the
chamber overhead, where Amandar lay in the
cool silence, hstening-very dishonorably no
| doubt-to the doorstep conversation. If he
had read Shakespeare, probably he would have
quoted that well-worn passage:
., it came DER my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon bank of violets.
As 1t was, he had q sense of comfort and
peace enter his very soul from the genuine and
tender sympathy Love bestowed on him; there
was a woman then, who not only did not de-
spise his name, but could love him the better
for it-a heart that knew what b1lOved mem
| DRY was, and admired the respect in which the
living held it.
Yes, Amandar began to see the SUM-
There is no creature on earth so consola-
bic as man. A dog will mourn his lost
master to the death, and woman bewail her
husband till she rejoiEs him; but in man there
lies a sublime store of affection that must ex-
pend itself on somebody-generally on some
woman. Amandar was no exception to this
great compensatory rule; he had resisted it
longer than usual, because of a certain trait
in his nature-a tendency to monOtOny, which
he inherited, diminished in descent, from his
father; but now resistance fell like the walls
of Jericho, before the blast of breath. The
queen was dead; long live the queenl He be-
gan from that hour to recognize and cultivate
a sort of healthy hatred of Amanda, to won
der that he had never understood her character
before, and 10 draw daily the most odious of
comparisons between her and Lovey
before the plowed land was well narrowed and
seeded the new passion had sprouted so well
that he himself recognized it, and began to
wonder if it would be successful. But LOvey
was timid, shy, and eyasive as a nesting par
fridge 1t was, or seemed, many 4 long day
before Amandar could detain her from her oc-
equations long enough to tell the old story;
and when, one day, with masculine will, he
swept the clothes off the line himself, and took
possession of the small schemer who had made
their in-gathering an excuse to avoid him, it
was matter of hours to persuade her that he
really was in deep earnest. She could not I'M
derstand that the love which had shipwrecked
him was thing of the past, and a new
passion as genuine as the first had taken true
hold of him. 1t was only after long argument
and iterated assurances that Lovey, moved no
doubt by the conviction so earnestly expressed
that she alone of all women could have availed
to heal his wound, consented to believe in
him and revealed her own honest tender heart
with gentle shyness that became it as moss
does a rosebud.
1t was day of rejoicing in that house when
Amandar told his father and Sally that Love
had consented to be his wife. Bezaleel already
loved her as daughter, and she only disputed
Sally's heart with Amandar. And as for the
lover, he was happy; in this case it was he who
held the cheek out and Lovey who kissed it.
He was not now slave, but master, and the
natural position set him at ease and restored
the self-respect Amanda had from the begin
ming trampled on and at last outraged. Be-
fore the harvest came they were married and
under Loves household reign peace and bright
ness came permanently to live in the old farm
house. Amandar's mother found another wor-
shipper at her homely shrine, and if there was
a thorn in Lovey's roses, it was the fact that
no little girl was given her to wear the sacred
appelatiOn of its grandmother. And of all
the fine boys who made in their turn tenn
pOrary bedam Of the farm, not one was per-
mitted to be called after his father, for
Amandar had answered for himself the old
question and found out that there is a great
deal in name.-Harper's Magazine.