The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1885-08-15
THE TWO JENNIES.
Their Novel Scheme for Discour-
aging an Aged Sutton.

Let us pass into the sitting-room of
Mr.. Archer's substantial, brown farm
house, where two girls are engaged in a
close and vivacious colloquy. Was there
ever anything so breezy, so sparkling
and refreshing as agenuine gillish chatP
Even the nonsense uttered has a charm
about it, and while listening, we forget
to call it nonsense. The quiet badinage,
covert shrewdness, quick repartee, the
eager clapping of white hands, and the
merry laughter pealing forth at short
intervals, are extremely bewitching
when proceeding from youthful lips
Severe-browed politicians will turn from
lOng-winded speeches to Buncombe, and
musty old bachelors from the delight
full contemplation of single blessedness,
to catch the music of girlish sallies.
Afterward, these masculines will pro-
nounce Judgment, and write treatises on
the Stiffness of womankind in general,
and school girls in particular, to prove
their own superiority to trihes. This
reminds us of those instances in life,
which, when present and palpable, fail
not to please; but, past and shadowy,
we fall to abusing them with astonishing
energy.
1t was not our intention to write an
essay upon the eccentricities toward
which human nature has such strong
proclivities, but rather to introduce you
to our heroines, Jennie of Essex and
Jennie of Butternuts.
These young ladies had been congrat-
ulating themselves upon the fact that
there was not male ear about to him
der them from speaking freely, and
therefore gossiping to their hearts con-
tent
"Oh, was there ever anything so dis
agreeable as a widower, with his spruce
wsysP He has all the confidence of an
experienced and successful fisherman,
and throws out his bait with the most
exasperating assurance, certain of catch
ing what he angles fol"
A ripple of silvery mirth was provoked
by this pettish explosion of Jennie of
'lf he would only marry widow, it
would be quite proper and fair" she
went on, "but to offer a second love for
first is wrong"
'Ah, Jennie, you will surely call one
of these inconsolables husband, and con-
sent to rear up his six motherless dar-
lings."
s,Yor ,,a1, mo ,,os+ ondnronooi T ,o,,l1
like an old bachelor, with all his fussi
ness and rustiness, for l could coniure
up romance about him. 1t is impossi-
BILE to CLEAN anything but the most COM
monplace reality in connection with a
practical, keer-sighted widower. If he
has poor teeth he directly procures an
other set, dyes his hair and whiskers,
and Furnishes his outer man very much
as ieweler Furnishes old silver. He
may have been shockingly negligent in
his dress and personal habits in his mar.
ried state, but now you find him trans.
formed into the sleekest, neatest, brisk.
est, most obliging man of your acquaint
ance; in short, he is metamorphosed
He cOolly calculates his chance of OBJ
tanning young companion; an old one
he will not have. You see it in his eye
and prove it by his affable attention t
manageable females
"a libel, Jennie. | shall have vol
prosecuted for libel. think we should
take it as a compliment, when he whC
has lost his conjugal partner so sool
seeks another, mock-seriously respond
pd Jennie of RuttprnutS
"a dubious kind of compliment
Bluebeard paid us many in his day."
why, Jennie, you make me suspec
you have some root of bitterness hiddel
from me. Confess that my suspicion j
correct
81 may as well tell you, coz, and per
haps you can assist me. have sutton
one Blodget, whose wife died some ST
months since. He is fathers intimat
friend, and therefore comes to me wit
strong paternal recommendation in
deed, papa yesterday gave me forcibl
command to treat him with the creates
kindness and civility. Now, why car
not Blodget fall in love with his house
keeper, instead of fastening his covet
Gus glance on meP"
us he rich?"
Eyes 1t is so much the worse for mt
as wealth is a powerful attraction
papa. Besides, l have a little heart a
fair of my own At this point tn
warm blood leaped so suddenly to chez
and brow, that Jennie of Butternu
listened with heightened interest. "RoC
ney Dayton likes me, 1 think, lit
better than any one else in the worl,
though he has not told me so. L