The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-01-06
MISS COMFORTS SILK QUILT.

- l sh' think Mirandy might a give
me Jest a scrap or two of that silk gown
she wore to John weddin' -nOwi An
she could if she wanted to. That's
what | ssyr
Miss Comfort snapped her big shears
together with a vicious click and gave
her head such bob that the two rows
OF little sprightly curls each side of the
plump, fresh cheeks danced out wildly
for second: then, as if ashamed OF
their flightiness, settled down steadily
again into the sobriety becoming their
age.
80, now, don't Comfort; l wouldn't
feel So" said a tall weather-be beaten
woman, on the other side of the table
darning stockings as if her life depend
ed on it.
Now, to be told with very virtuous
air, that another person wouldn't feel
so'-particularly when one hasn't got
what she wanted-is especially trying.
And so Miss Comfort Henderson seemed
TO find it, for she snapped out, in a tone
that matched the ring of the shears:
20, well yes, Matildy; we all know
what you wouldn't do. An it's all
very wen to set an talk. l know Mi
randy Peck's wells anybody does, l
guess; an when she's a mind to grip on
10 anythin', the Lord himself can't
skurcely git it away from herr
Il don't see how YOU can talk so,
Comfort" said Miss Matilda, rolling
up her eyes in horror; while her long
face heightened yet more dismally ''an'
give your tongue such liberties. It's
dreadful, I'm sure; I'm glad ParSon
Beals don't hear you.
q" Parson Beals is welcome to hear
me, or anybody else" retorted Miss
Comfort coolly, with another toss of
her head, that sent the little wiry curls
out on a tangent; 81 l don't care; | dom t
mince my words for no one"
You needn't mince your words"
said Miss Matilda, severely regarding
her sister; Il but there's no need of
speaking Of the Lord that way. It's
dreadful, / think"
The Lord knows what | mean,
guess" said Miss Comfort drily, p" as
well as the next one. never did hum
an haw my way through life; an | ain t
a-goin to begin now. Come now, sister,"
she added briskly-while she got up and
went across the room to high. old
fashioned secretary and pulled out the
top drawer let's keep to the text, as
Deacon Bidwell saws. Mirandy Peck is
the one I'm talkin' about; an | amt
a-goin' a-streakin' on to land knows
what. See here now"
She tossed up with quick, restless
fingers, few bits of silk of various hues,
interspersed with wooden and calico
pieces.
" I've got about to the end of my
chain she said, decidedly, viewing the
collection with evident disfayor. 81
shall have to shut up shop and stop work
pretty soon, if somebody don take pity
on me-
Its dreadful waste Of time" said
Miss Matilda, setting stitches with pains
taking care, "sewin' ships of silk as
small rs those are into quilt. Chintz
an calico's good enough for me-"
II You don't spend time a maxim
SHIPS said Miss Comfort, turning away
from the drawer" l don't see where
the waste comes in. for my part, any
NOR n to darn all your days, with stock
inc at twenty-five cents pair. When
YOU can have a pretty thing, l d'no's
there's any need making bed-quilt
look like fright
A quiet conscience viii sleep under
Calico said Miss Matilda, with her
most moral air" an never want for
better
Well, my conscience don't trouble
me .nOne.'' said Miss Comfort, airily,
:. an silk makes me feel nicer, an more
ike the HenderSons." she finished,
holding her head as high as her short,
fat neck would allow. " So YOU needn't
worry about that. Matildy. The only
bother now is, to get some of Mirandy
Peck's blue silk.
" An that you won't get" returned
her sister, cOmposediy.