The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1882-04-08

what a naughty thing It was TO 90 out
of the yard without mammals permits
sion
But baby conscience is not a very
strict monitor, and. dragging reluctant
Pug after him by the cord, Jacky started
down the street.
He knew very well where Aunt Prue's
church was, for mamma had often
pointed it out to him when they were
out riding. Down Linden street he went,
and, opening the park gates, passed in
to the pretty place. 1t was very still
and pretty there, with the tender green
grass Just coming up and clothing the
earth with a velvet robe, and the leaves
unfolding.
Jacky was hot, dusty and tired, for
Pug had objected to going to church.
and the child had carried the strug-
Cling, barking little dog in his arms for
three squares The sweet baby face
was flushed with the heat and fatigue,
the broad brimmed hat was pushed far
back over the sunny curls, and Pug had
torn big rent in the sailor dress in his
effort to escape. So he climbed up on
one of the green wooden seats, under
the shadow of a lilac bush, with Pug in
his arms, and would doubtless have
fallen fast asleep if the choir in the
church Just across the street had not
commenced to sing:
Christ the Lord is risen again,
Christ hath broken every chain"
eve must 90 now, Pug"
So the child slipped down, and, talk
ing Pug once more in his arms, walked
across the park to Aunt Prue's church.
The chapel doors in the rear of the
church were open, and in they went.
The people were seated, and fixing
themselves comfortably to listen to the
Easter sermon. Fans and dresses
rustled, the light came in through the
great stained windows, and fell in flecks
of red and purple and yellow-here on
new spring bonnet, there like flame
on the floor
Mr.. Dale had risen from his seat to
announce the text, when smile, then
sound which broadened into laugh,
broke out all over the congregation.
For there in the doorway of the
church, facing all the people, stood
Jacky with Pug in his arms. No won
der every one laughed! Straight into
the church stepped the little lad, and
was up on the pulpit stairs before any
one had thought to stop him.
| Yes, there was the great cool shaded
church; the sweet music; flowers on tho
organ, the altar and everywhere about
the chancel, but the angels with their
white wings-where were theyP And
little brother PHILIPPIANS he not in this
Heavenly placer
Jacky turned round on the pulpit
stairs and gravely sought Aunt Prue' s
Gainsborough hat with its nodding
white plumes. Yes, there she sat with
a face all rosy red at the sight of her
dusty nephew and struggling dog.
1--we brought you your doggy, Aunt
Prue," he said, in his clear, childish
voice, that rang through the arches of
the great church. "And, oh, Aunt
Prue," with trembling lip and the big
tears starting from the blue eyes, there
are no angels here, and l can't find
brother Philip for mammal
Papa John, red and wrathful, started
down the aisle toward his young son;
but kind Mr. Dale, leaving his pulpit,
took the child by the hand, and, giving
him little bunch of fragrant tea-roses
from vase near by, led him into the
vestry.
Jacky went back through the park in
papa arms, and by the time he reached
home was fast asleep, with the curly
head nestled down
within the gracious hollow
| Which God made in every human shoulder,
Where He meant some tired head
FOr comfort should be laid"
- Vide Quake.