The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-09-02
MILLY MoRR,s LETTER.

I'm Aunt Gunter. Job Gunter is my
husband. We keep the Anchor Port
post office and u store, and sell groceries
and garden sass, calico, shoes, and rnedi.
cines, like other folks in our line, when
anybody asks toi 'em.
When ship comes in, and the sailOts
come home to their wives and mothers,
trade grows brisk. Tho housekeepers
do their best and the raisips and dried
currents and eggs and buttergo of fine.
ly, and it's worth while to lay In ribbons
for the girls, and smoking tobacco and
long pipes for the men.
Jack and his wages make old Anchor
Port brisk for while, bnt at last he sails
away, and all the women seem to ask
for will be letters-letters, letters, when
they have q right to expect them, and
when they haven't, all the same.
It's "Pleaso Aunty Gunter, look over
them, and see II there aren't one for me;'
and its "Please, Unele Gunter; II
might have got mixed up md overlook.
cd somehow;r often and often-God
help the poor souls latter Jack lies at
the bottom Of the seq, and nothing will
ever reach them but the news OF his
shipwreck. But plenty OF letters come
after all, and sometimes we had to read
thcm for the folks, Job and /, and 80 we
get to know something Of theirlives.
Milly More could read and write her.
self, but still ] always knew when she
bad q letter from VIII Masset, I knew
II by the handwriting. and Iknew II by
her blushes, and by that happy look in
her face. When he came home, she
bought ribbons and bits Of lace by the
apronful and I knew where the pack
ages OF candy that he bought were to go.
And 1 used to keep Job from fishing
down in Pullman's creek Of afternoons
because / knew that was where Mtilly and
Willlfked to walk. Courting tine CONES
but once in n lifetime, and always like
to see II prosper.
AT lust he sailed away, second mate ol
the Golden Dove and when he cains
back from that voyage, they weret to BE-
married. - .9i N
It was o sad day when that ship sailed.
Mrs. Captain Rawdon and her girls were
crying on the shore. Twenty women
from the Port and Eve from the Hill
were there to see her set sail.
II was q grim, gray day, and the yoy.
age was 70 be long one.
II was under our old sycamore thai
viii took Milly to his breast. &
"Don't fret, darling be said. nI'll
come back safe aud sound. I couldn't
drown now; I've too much to live for
Poor boy in spite Of that the Golden
Dove went down in mid.seas, and only
three men reached Anchor Port to tell
how Captain Rawdon, and The rest were
lost, at dead Of night, in amost woeiul
storm.
Captain Kincaid brought the news NJ
to Mrs. Rawdon. He stopped OF oui
store to tell about 1t. A nice old man
A bachelor still, at fiity.eight, and Al
hnndaome, with his white hair and rec
cheeks, rs picture. fn
That was twelve months ago, the nigh
went into the store to sort some thing,
out Is i always did Saturday nights
Through the week Job used 10 gat every
thing mixedn dnp-letters in my tea. boxes,
candles III the letter.bo1, eggs wler,
aley oughtnt TO be, and all the plae,
ashew. 1twnsa warm autumn night, ant
Captain Kincaid's vessel was Ii port
and had plenty Of custom. Job served
the people while / tidied up. I fount
half The last mail in q sugar boz, ant
elotbea pins In the ground c6ffee canister
and I Just dumped them Out. { & y
AG6ther uPybhf letters job, !, sail j
baiposssssts you, old man v