The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-10-15

she was "only child, you know"
"There are two kinds OF love in this
world" sad Mrs. Hall. after a pause. in
which she had been taking counsel with
herself S:'ether Dora was old enough
to be talked 10 on such matters at all,
and it flashed upon her that 1.-the child"
was nearly twenty years I'D. per
haps you like Seth well enough to
marry him, only you don't know It,"
Tell me about the two kinds of
love- said Dora, innocentlv. Il
thought love was love the world over"
"Ihave never known but one kind
| think, Dora. When | married David
Hall he was the most we'll TODD young
MN in these parts, and we never had
quarrel while he lived He was a good,
practical sort of "a man, and never asked
me to do anything unreasonable"
"W haiti he had ?' asked Dora.
"Well, | guess ] should have argued
him out of it. But there is a kind of
love that will draw women through fire
and water. 1t makes them throw them
selves away on poor, shiitless men that
will never provide for them nor their
children, and they know it rs well as
any body else doe. 1t is the greatest
wonder to me why such n useless feel
ing should ever have been created"
Dora had bent low over her work to.
hide her roguish smiles at her sisters
discourse; but at this point she fixed
her deep gray eyes on Prudence, not
smiling, but simply earnest. "Such
love brings happiness sometimes, sup
pose" said Dora.
D,Yr6
with great decision. eve amt made
to be happy, and anything that's too
good always leaves a bad taste in the
mouth. Comfort is "a bird in the hand,
and you don't gain anything by letting
it fly on the chance of happiness"
did you ever know any one about
here, Prudence, that threw herself away
for lovep 1t seems to me they won't
look at q man unless he has house
and farm all ready for them"
That where they're right" said
Prudence. " You are rather given to
high-llying notions, and it's time you
found out that breAd don't grow ready
buttered. Yes, did know one girl,
who was pretty and smart and had no
end OF chances to get married q think
my David courted her spell, but he
never would own it), and she would
have that shiftless crtter, Joe Raymond,
who never could make one hand wash
the other. Even when she was a-dying
she pretended that she had been happy
and wouldn't have done no other way
if she had it to do over again"
"Was she our Joe's mother?n asked
Dora quickly.
"Yes, to be sure; and when she died
we took him to bring up and work on
the farm. He's more than paid his
way; but he's q rolling stone, like his
father and won't never come to any
thing. l forgot to tell you.-he's going
tomorrow"
d" Going tomorrow" cried Dora, with
great start. 81 thought his time
wasn't out for another month"
"Well, it amt out rightly till he's
twenty-one; but he was in such hurry
to be off that l gave him the last
month"
Then silence fell upon them.
These two women had the same
father and mother, though a score of
years lay between them. Prudence
had been born in the early married
life of her parents, when they were
farm and there was work for even baby
hands. The lines of duty and patience
were deep-graved in her rugged face,
which yet beamed with kindly COM
mon sense. But Dora bad come 20 her
mother late in life, as an old tree some
times blossoms into loneliness, after
every one has forgotten it. Her little
feet had walked in easy paths, and
Prudence yearned over her like a
mother.
She sat now by the open fire, bend
ing her graceful head over some deli
cate work that Prudence would never
have found time for; her red dress and
the pickering freight made her pic
ture too lovely for that dull room.
Prudence" she said suddenly, "as
this is Joe's last night, think I'll 90
down and say good-by to him."
"You might call him up here"
"NO; | think | will 90 myself"
81 believe | haven't ever told you,
Dora, how much you pleased me by
giving up that childish way of going on
with him that you used to have. 1t did
very well for you to be fond of each
other when you were little, but of
course it is out of the question now"
1t might have been the red dress and
the freight that brought such vivid
flush to Dora's cheek as she listened
and turned away. She ran lightly
down stairs and opened the door OF the
great farm kitchen.
A young man' sat by the dull fire,
looking into it as one looks into the
eyes of an enemy before the ti8ht--an
OVer-UrOWn farmer how. i'm homemade
clothes, with nothing about him to
fall in love with, least of all for the
brilliant little figure that stood waiHlg