Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-09-19
VOL. XXVII.

will always be living man to my mind. 1
don't think any one ever loved but me-
Nobody nderstands--nobody."
kissed her and coaXed her; and | said
no word about her changing her mind; !;
but for all that kept thinking of it in a
kind of maze
Captain Kincaid. such gentleman as
that! Old as he was, could she fail to
see the hunorf'
But when 1 told Job, says hes
Jerusaleml young, pretty girl like
Milly! Why don't he 90 after some wild
der or an oldish gal? Milly is too young
for him. Poor Will What pity.
They jest suited each other"
l couldn't help it though. Mrs. Cap
tain Kincaid would have things that Milly
More could never dream of silk dresses
and velvet cloaks, jewelry, and stuffed
chairs in her best rooms, a silver ice
pitcher if she chose, like Mrs Captain
Rawdon. She might have carriage, too,
and pair of ponies. And / liked Milly,
and wouldn't have envied her her luck
one bit and l didn't wonder at Mrs.
More and Fanny.
Once having given me her confidence,
Milly didn't stop; and Mrs. More came
over to talk about it, too, until at last /
"Milly," says I; "Will is gone, and
you aren't his widow, to wear weeds all
your life-not that many do, if they can
help it, seems to me-and Captain Kin
caid is as good as man can be, and you'll
be happy with him. You can't help low
ing him as much as there's any need to
love"
After that she stopped talking much to
me. She used to give me strange looks
though. knew all about it. l knew
that her heart was in the sea ; but Will
was gone, and why should she refuse what
Providence offered?
The Captain staid at the port three
months, and at last we worried her into
promising to be his wife-old Mrs. More,
Fanny and I. She just gave up at last.
sit don't matter much, after ALL" she
said. "I must be going out of my mind,
for never can stop watching and hoping.
| shall die soon, suppose, whether l
marry or not"
After that she never spoke of Will, and
Mrs. More told me she was engaged Z; and
she wore diamond ring upon her finger.
And the day before the ship sailed she
was to marry Captain Kincaid, so that
she might go to Europe with him.
A year and three months since the
Golden Dove went down. Well, no one
can tell what changes a little while will
bring. I used to hope that hadn't had
much hand in it after all, when thought
it over, and remembered poor Will, and
how he took her in his arms under the
sycamore.
But then, you see, Mrs. More's sight
had failed, so that see couldn't do fine
sewing, and Fanny wasn't of much ac-
count except to look at. 1t was hard
life that lay before Milly. 1t was good
for her to marry Capt. Kincaid, and have
rest and comfort wasn't it?
Tomorrow is the wedding" said 1 to
Job. "lt's going to be in the church.
poplin. 1t sets splendid. Well have Ben
Barns in to keep store, and 60, won't wei
You'll like to see Milly off, won't your"
I" 1 wish it was Will Masset," says Job
"Poor WILL" says l, and l went on
tidying, though it was Friday 1 should
be so busy next day. got out my big
paper of sugar, and 1 got down my
japanned sugar box, never empty since
that day l filled it up. And then Job,
sorting the letters, looks up at me.
Never begrudged you anything SO
much as do that box" says he. "Best
thing I ever put the mail into. This here
wooden thing with slide is a pesky
bother"
claw me !' says I, eff I'd knowed
you wanted it, you should have had it.
didn't think you had any plan in it jest
stick 'em anywhere, 1 thought you would
I'll empty the box; I've got one that'n do
And I'm glad you spoke before 1 filled il
up"
So with that I spread big paper on
the counter and emptied out the sugar
1t had packed little. and came out in
a sort of cake. There it laid, white and
shiny, and on top of it, whittier and SINNER
laid a etter-a letter with ship mark
uponi it, and this superscription:
Miss Milly More, Anchor Port, Maine, United
States of America
Three months ago-poor stupid!-I had
emptled my best coffee crushed in upon
it, and there it was.
Three months ago she had come down
to me and asked for letter, and I'd
thought her half crazy; and I'd have
given more money than there was in the
till to have dared to tear that letter open
On the spot and read it, though I knew
the hand was Will Massett's.
"This can't watt" says I.
'No," says Job, cit can't with that wed
Qlng coming OH tomorrow.
Then I stopped and thought. Let it lie
until it is called for, and she'll be Mrs
Capt. Kincaid, with her silks and her vel
vets, and her fine house and her carriage
all the same. This comes from ship
wrecked sailor, poorer now than when he
went away.
'Perhaps I'd better wait until the wed
ding is over, Job," said 1.
nd NV old mon aopoo or rocc tho noon
| and put his arm around my waist.
Nancy" says he, "you and I wa
young folks once. I used to think some
thing was better than money and fin
doiDgs then. And though we old folk
may get a little hard-though to be up il
the world seems so much, and all that ole
sweetness so silly, why, it will come bacl
sometimes. You remember how he kisset
her there under the sycamore and-Nan
cy, we couldn't wait until after the wed
ding, either of u.s."
put my arms about Jobs neck, and
kissed him; and then got my sunbonne
and ran over to Mrs. More's
Captain Kincaid was there. I stoo,
at the door with my letter behind m,
back.
won't you walk in?" says Mrs
More.
ell haven't time" says L. cts onl
an errand. It's little singular. Milly
there's IA"
My letter! my letterr' cried Milly
cit has come at lastr'
How she knew it, Heaven knows. Sh
hadn't had glimpse of it.
1t was the old sailors story; shiE
wreck, desert island, wretched month
spent in hoping for succor, and sail {
last. A vessel outward bound had pickle
him up. He would be home in thre
months.
"Three months!" said Milly. ooh, ho'
can I wait ?''
And then says 1:
"Milly, forgive a poor old stupi
goose. That letter has been lying undt
my best coffee crushed three months an
day. And there's vessel in the offin
now"
So it D.ts Will after all; and Job and
went to the wedding with happy heart
And no need to pity Captain Kincai
either, for he married Fanny More befo
the year was over.-Ledger.
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