The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1884-01-19

placeO There were lots OF other peO- |
pie coming over besides young men
though, and you never saw such lot
of shop girls. I'm glad I'm not shop
girl 1t must be perfectly horrid to
walk on the streets with your luncheon
done up in paper. | should think
they could carry it some way so people
wouldn't know what it was. DO you
remember how Howard Smith used to
carry his dinner in an opera-glass caseP
His sister said that he almost starved to
death before his salary was raised, be-
cause he couldn't afford to buy his
luncheon down. town and didn't have
time to come home at noon; and he
would not carry enough luncheon down
to his Office for fear he might be taken
for person that had to work for a living,
if people could see the parcel. But some
of those shop girls were real pretty, and
some of them were awfully Jolly and
full of fun, and were laughing and tell
ing stories and smiling at some of those
Young men. But there were some of
them who looked so faded and worn
out! Their faces appeared so weary
and sad, as if they had nothing to live
for and not half enough to eat, and they
l couldn't help plying them awfully,
and they've been on my mind ever
since.
Well, we walked up the bridge toward
the great tower. We started even with
the street, and gradually we got up to
the second stories of the houses, and
then to the third and fourth stories, and
finally even with the roofs, and then
higher and higher, until we looked
down on the roofs, and still higher and
higher, until we were far above the
tallest factory chimneys, and the peo-
pie in the streets below looked like
little black dolls, and the great build
ings like railroad cars. The chimneys
and roofs and sides of the houses on
both sides of the bridge were covered
with all kinds of advertisements of all
kinds of medicines and all kinds of all
kinds of things. But when we had
passed the great pier and come out on
the span of the bridge over the river
the view in both directions was abso-
lutely glorious, To the south the sun
was sparkling on the waters of the
river, clear down into the bay, and
through the Narrows, far, far out into
the vast ocean, which stretched away
and away until the soft blue blended
with the azure of the sky. On both
sides of us the harbor was forest OF
masts, and the two cities lay spread far
out to the east and west. Beneath us
but so far below that they seemed like
toys-vessels of all descriptions were
steaming and putting up and down the
river and in and out from the piers;
ferry-boats. barges, steamers. schooners,
hshing-smacks, row-boats and sailing
craft of all kinds danced upon the
sparkling water, while to the north the
river wound snuously among the piers
and houses close to its edge, and disap-
peared in labyrinth of brick. Usn't
that a beautiful description, KateP
can't tell you how many sheets of
paper I've wasted in accomplishing it.
l wish you d read it to your uncle, and
if he insists on printing it in his paper
you can let him).
Now comes the romantic part of my
story, Kate. While we were standing
leaning over the bridge, and pa was
pointing out Blackwell's Island where,
he told us, they were going to put the
statue of Bartholdi, an awfully, awfully
handsome and perfectly swell young
gentleman, with the loveliest mus
tache and eyes and the divinesi
hands and feet, who had been standing
near us looking at me, came over to us
and said to pa, in such very polite way
that we couldn't have been offended i
we'd tried
II beg a thousand pardons, sir; but
pray allow me to set you right. Thai
is Governors Island, where Genera
Hancock's headquarters are situated
and the statue is to go on Bedloe's
Island, little further out"
Of course pa thanked him, and ther
he pointed out some more islands anC
told us about them, and was just a
polite and nice as he could be. / coulC
pa never thinks of such things, and 81
he kept him all to himself, and they
walked along ahead of us toward Brook
Ign, and what do you think! He turne,
out to be nephew of the cashier .
pas bank. and he has been in Milwau
kee and knows the Jones and tn,
Thompsons and lot more nice people
and he said he had heard of me and ha'
been anxious to meet me for Ion,
time. He saw me once from the Robin
, sons window, you know. His name i
: Cecil St. Elmo. Isn't that a perfect,
lovely nameP And he is broker il
: Wall street, and must be worth heap
of money, because he invited me to oc
! cupy his box at the Metropolitan Oper
, House. | said that should like to Sc
"Faust" ever so much, and then M
did make herself ridiculous. She aske,
J if Irving was playing in " Faust" an
, Mr.. st. Elmo said no, that Mr.. Irwin,
: was playing in Uncle Toms Cabin.
l don't think he is, though. guess h
| must have been joking.
Well, we went over to the other EN-
} of the bridge TO take the cars back, an
! Mr., st. Elmo went with us. That hor
rid little Toby got tired, of course, an
Mr.. st. Elmo wouldn't let pa carry him