New national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1870-1874, 1872-10-10

Captain Kincaid such a gentleman as
that! Old rs he was, could he fail to see the
honor?n
But when / told job, says he:
Jerusalem! Young, pretty gui IKE
MiIy! why don't he go after some wilder
or and Oldish gal: Milly is too young for
him. Poor VIII! What apity! They jest
suited each other"
/ couldn't help il though. Mrs. Captain
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 it she
chose, like Mrs. Captain Rawdon. She might
have a carriage, too, and pair OF ponies.
And liked AIilly, and wouldn't have envied
her luck one bit and didn't wonder at Mrs.
More and Fanny.
Once having given Inc her confidence, Mllly
didn't stop; and Mrs. More came over to talk
about it too, until at last fairly up and sided
with the old lady.
"Millv," SAYS 1, "Will is gone, and you
aren't his widow, 10 wear weeds all your
life-not that many do, if they can help it,
seems to me--and Captain Kncaid is as good
as man can be, and you'll be happy with
him. You can't help loving him as much as
there's any need to love-"
After that she stopped talking much to me.
She used to give ne strange looks though. l
knew all about il. | 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 |.
She Just gave up at last.
"lt don't matter much after all )" she said.
81 must be going out ofmy mind, for never
can stop watching and hoping. l shall die
| soon suppose whether marry or not"
| After that she never spoke Of viii, and
| Mrs. More told me she was engaged; 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
so to Europe with him.
\ year and three months since the Golden
| Dore went down. Well, no one can tell what
changes little while can bring. fused tohope
that hadn't had much hand in it after all,
| when l thought it over and remembered poor
| Will. and how he took her in his arms under
the sycamore.
| But then, you see, Mrs. MOrc's sight had
failed, so that she couldn't do fine sewing, and
Fanny wasn't of much account except to look
at. it was hard life that lay before Milly
1t was good for her to marry Captain Kin
caid, and have rest and comfort, wasn't it?
| "ro-morrow is the wedding" said tc
Job, It's going to be in the church. Miss
Salisbury is finishing my silver-gray poplin
1t sets splendid. Wen have Ben Barnes in
to keep store, and go, won't we: You'll
like to see AIilly of, won't you?'
al wish it was viii Masset," says job.
"Poor VIII" says j, and went on tidy
ing, though it was Friday. l should be Sc
busy next day. l got out my big paper
sugar, and got down my japanned sugar box
never empty yet since that day filled it up
And then Job, sorting the letters, looks ~
at me.
"Nevcr begru,lged you anything 50 mucl
as do that box" says he. "Bcst thing
ever put the mail into. This mere woodei
thing with slide is pcsky bother"
claw me-" says l, "if I'd knOwed yo'
wanted it, you should have had it. 1 didn'
think you had any plan in it. Jest sticl
'em anywhere, 1 thought you would: III
empty the box; I've got one thatll do
And I'm glad you spoke before L filled
up"
So with that 1 spread big paper on th'
counter, and emptied out the sugar.
1t had packed little, and came out in
sort of cake. There it laid, white and shiny
and Oh top of it, whittier and SINNER, laid
lettcr-a letter with q shirmark upon it, an,
this supcrscription:
"Miss NIilly More, Anchor Port, Maine
United States Of America"
Three months aSO--poor stupid II ha,
emptied my best coffee crushed in upon il
and there it was.
Three months ago she had come down I
me and asked for a letter, and I'd have give
more money than there was in the till, t
have dared to tear that letter open on tn
spot and read it, though I knew the han
f was Will Massett's.
''This can't wait" says |.
"NO," says Job, sit can't, with that wed
, ding coming of tomorrow"
Then stopped and thought, let it lie TN
, til it is called for, and she'll be Mrs. Car
tain Kincaid, with her silks and her vclvets
[ and her fine house, and her carriage, all til
, same.
This comes from shipwrccked sailor
| poorer now than when he went away.
"Perhaps I'd better wait until the wed
ding is over, job" said !.
And my old man came across the room an
| put his ann about my waist.
"Nancy," says he, ''you and was youn
folks once. 1 used to think something wa
| better than money and fine doings then
And though we old folks may get a it'll
much, and all that old sweetness so silly
why, it will come back sometimes. You re
member how he kissed her under the syca
more; and-Nancy, We couldn't wait unit
after the wedding, either of u.s."
put my arms about jobs neck. and
kissed him; and then [ got my sunhonne
and ran over to Mrs. More's.
Captain Kincaii was there stood al til
door with my letter behind my back.
won't you walk in ?" said Mrs. More.
ell haven't time" said I. It's only al
Grand. lisa little singular. M.lly, there
ja-a-"
"My letter! my letter. :" cried Milly. -
has come at last"
How she knew it, Heaven knows. Sh
hadn't had glimpse oft.
It was the old sailors story: = shipwreck
IL deserted island, wretched months spent i!
hoping for succor, and a sail at last. III
would be home in three months.
''rhree months ~ said Milly. ooh, how
can wait"
And then says l.:
"Milly, forgive a poor old stupid goose
That letter has been lying under my best
coffee crushed three months and day. And
| there's vessel in the otling now.'
| so il was Will, after all; and job and
went to the wedding with happy hearts
Aud no need TO pity Capt. kincaid either
for he married Fanny More before the yea,
| was over.
How Felt Hats Are Made.