The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1886-03-13
A GOOD INVESTMENT.
Miss Fairhaven "Casts Her Bread
Upon the Waters"

The yellow haze of mid-summerhun
its radiant pennons over the velvet
slopes of the Fairhaven farm; the river,
murmuring softly over its pebbly bot
tom, flashed up like sheet of silver,
and the purple fields of clover nodding
ready for the scythe filled the air with
sweet, slumberous scents.
"Fine weather for the haydn" said
Elialim Fairhaven. To his material
nature Gods sunshine and the grand
glitter of earth and sky were but the
instruments to fill his pockets with
gordid gain-mere accessions to 'agood
crop" Alas! is not this world full OF
Eliakim Fairhavens in one shape or
another? 'ta 81
Miss Comfort Farhaven sat beside
him knitting and watching the cumber-
some frolics of pair of twin lambs, de-
serted by their heartless mother, whom
she was bringing up by hand. Eyes,
she said, with a mechanical glance in
the direction of the beamy west, Who's
that a-comin up the path, | wonder?"
Zone of the new hands, calculate, "
said Eliakim, screwing up his eyes. 81
didn't gree to give EN- their supper
and board into the bargain night. be-
fore the Job begins-and Pm blessed if
there ain t a little gal along with him."
"'Taint no haydn hand, " said Miss
Comfort, rising and going down the
steps to m get slender, child OF nine
wears DID, who was bading pale,
boWed=doNn.- man, who walked with
difficulty, leaning on aleruHt iOg "
''Heait alive, child" said Miss Com
fort, whose kindly nature ihfoluntarily
sympathized with all who were suffering
or in distress; "what ais you, and what
do you want here?" 3D.. r'| II
please, ma am began the child,
eagerly, "if you could give lis a night S
lodging-poor papa is SO sick and tired,
and"
mo, | can'tr' abruptly spoke in
Erakim Eamhaven. This amt no
almshouse, nor yet charity place. II
We can pay your way, well and good;
if We cant, the sooner you 90 about
your business the bettern' -'. '..
1--WE have no money!" timidly began
the child, While the man, as if stunned
and bewildered BY. the heartless fuency
of the old farmers speech, leaned up
against the fence, pressing his hand
on his forehead, but
Then clear out and be done with it!
said Eliakim, resming his seat with
dogged composure. IT, 4s4 w @
Miss Comfort looked appealing at heI
brother. IF l could just get 'em a
bowl of milk; Eliakim, and"
STUFF and nonsense generously
calculated the farmer; II amt a-goin
to give in to that sort of thing. Once
begin, and you'll never leave off, you
soft-headed womanfolknn
Slowly and YEARLY the two poor
travellers turned and plodded their way
adown the broad, dusty road, the Ian
guild footsteps of the invalid scarce
keeping up with the tripping pace o
the child. 20 papa, papa, sObbed the
little girl, turning her blue, wistful eye
to the white. worn face, show crue
people are!"
He placed his hand upon her curly
uncovered head N"Never mind, Essie,
he said, with mouTnful, tender Patio
in his voice; it viii soon end. 1t cal
not be for long, as far as l am con
cerned, poor child But for YOU
He stopped, his voice husky with emo
ton. -.t,E9H
They had walked what seemed to Iii
tie Esther q weary way, when there wa
a rustic among the wild rose-bushe
that overhung the stone wall at thei
side, and a voice called hurriedly
them to ''stop" g-....-..
'.Its me" said Miss Comfort Fail
haven. reckless of her grammar
"Eliakim-that's my brother-he's gon
over to the class-meetin' at SOUR
Dunda's, and l cut down through lots
overtake you. l tell you | can't som'
how get your fathers face out o m
mind. You're sick, amt you, misterP