The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1885-08-08

whole party proceeded to the school
house to consult Mr.. Godfrey, the teach
er, rather weak-eyed and weakened
young man, but one who had undoubted
erudition.
"We'll turn out with our choir" he at
once decided, "and Wen have q barrel
of root-beer, and I'll make a speech,
and if DR.. Worth will let us have little
Mabel, she can recte The Drummer
Boy"
Miss Crawford, forgetting everything
but her easerness to further the glorious
project, ordered her niece sharply,
'Now, Abby, fly to DR.. Worth's and en-
gage Mabel. Run, child, rum"
DR.. Worth's old housekeeper being
away, the lonely widower was discus
sing such cold meal as her bounty al
lowed him, when he heard little knock
at the front door. On opening it, he
said, half sadly, half loosely, "Well,
Abby, have you changed your mind at
last?"
"Ohm answered Abby, her cheeks
turning a shade that would bring the
prize at flower show, "aunt sent me"
"Well, come in, anyway" said the
doctor.
"Where--where's the housekeeper?"
faltered Abby, dismayed, as she found
herself alone with her suitor.
"That reliable woman is visiting her
Cousins step-father's grandmother in
the next town, - answered the doctor,
gravely; ''and this is my dinner
pointing to the table-"cold pie, cold
beans, cold ham, cold tea Oh, Abby"
(and catching both her hands, he held
them tight), ''don't you think | need q
little wife to look after me?h
"Oh!" calculated Abby, "ain't you
awful?"
Eyes, awfully in love, my dear" he
answered, audaciously.
The doctor was farmers son, and q
good natural understanding, with a few
years of the medical school, had made
him clever man in his calling, without
much disturbing the standard of taste
that obtained upon the old farm; 50 a
sweet country girl, without the repose
of the We're de Veres, was his ideal of
womanhood.
abby" he went on, "once for all,
will you marry meP"
NO" answered Abby, struggling to
be firm 'for | can't--oh, can't be
wicked!"
"Wicked?" repeated Worth.
you've never been to church bKt
once since you came to Middleburg, and
then you went to Dodd' and he's-he' 81
her voice sank to Mortified whisper
"he's an Armenian"
Nonsense! he's a Yankee" said the
doctor, looking puzzled. "But never
mind. I'll sit under Holloway to please
you, Abby. What's the difference?"
That's worst of all, cried the poor
girl, in genuine distress. "Aunt says
everybody must have convictions"
"Ihen I'm all right" answered
Worth, with the pertinacity of the rura.
lover, ''for have the conviction that
love YOU" At the word he impulsively
stepped toward her, and she, with {
scared look, shrank away from him.
3 The doctor then turned little pale
and said, coldly: 81 shall never trouble
you again-never" And when ABBY
= hurriedly explained II wanted to ash
J if Mabel might come to our picnic on thu
, Fourth" he answered civilly: Ger
tainly; she's playing in the wood-shed,
t and opening door, he called: ma
} bel!''
} Eyes, father answered a child
voice, and the sweetest, lightest, bright
5 est little maid of seven years old cam
running in, and with cry of joy spranI
to Abbys arms.
"Oh, Abby!" she said, "have 20,
g come to live with usP DO come and liv
r with us. We could send away tn
: house-keeper and have such fun. | low
you so much, Abby-I love you S
muchp'
l When Abby, having easily won tn
f child over to her plans, timidly aske
? Worth, "You will come to the picnic
!, too?" he refused.
Y "No; I'm not in the mood for sue
It things" and he turned away from hel
: Before night Mason's store saw elat
- orately lettered in colored inks, this ne
7 tice: .... .........
e THE BIRTHDAY OF OUR ORGANIZATION
THURSDAY, JULY 4TH.
= GRAND PICNIC, AT CLAPP'S HILL,
: BY Mr.. HoLLOwAY's CONGREGATION.
q Glees and Choruses; Root Beer in plent
r. Strawberries, Cakes, and Grafton, whic
though Boosting only one r, will be excellen
:, Great Attractionl
10 Little Mabel Worth will recite 1.-THE Drumm
: Boy"
g. Object of Picnic no secret-to raise funds
# ward purchasing Church Organ.
:. Tickets, 80 Cents Children, quarter priC
3; Tully, the wheelwright, Applegat
the carpeter, and a sulky young gial
d known as Dave Brown stood readir
h the gorgeous placard in ominous silene
a "Say, Rube,h asked Tully, with a
E. expression of wounded connfidenc
Or ''ain't there but one in orationP"
g "Some puts two,' answered Appl
4 gate, automatically; "but that ain TT
E. pint. The pint is, are Dodd's fol
Id to put up with an insult from Holloway
e. fOlkS?' ..E ..t........