Connecticut western news., 1872-09-06

cut and powdered by me, in case Mrs. Rawdon, or Mrs. Dr. Speer, or the min ister's lady should send in and I took the paper up and tilted it over the japan ned box, pouring it in nice smooth stream, when who should come running into the shop but Milly More. She was not dressed carefully, and her eyes were red with crying.
 She asked for some tea, and while Job was weighing it out she whispered to me:
 "Oh Aunty Gunter, have you looked to-day? Isn't there letter from Will ? He said he couldn't die. don't feel as if he could. Mightn't he write, after all ? Do look"
 My Pet," says I, "it's year ago that the Golden Dove went dewn. It isn't likely. And He don't let those live that want to always. It isn't likely, dear, but I'll look"
 took the letters in nay hand one by one. Many of them would make hearts glad before the shutters were up that night but none for Milly! It couldn't be expected, of course.
 told her so but took her into my little back parlor, and made her sit down.
 l talked as good as I could to her put what good does talking do?
 "Oh, Aunty," says she, II know if seems as if was fool; but walked up hoping this morning. I don't believe he is gone. can't, can't.
 "When baby died-the only one We ever had thought never should be- lieve it," said I. "But had Job and you have your mother and sister, Milly."
 At that she burst into tears, and put her head down on my knee.
 "I must tell ycu," said she. "They want me to marry Captaid. Kincaid. He's courting me. He fell in love with me the night he brought the news to Mrs. Captain Rawdon was there sewing, and heard it all. Oh, how cruel to fall in love with poor girl at such time And he asks me to be his wife. And mother and Fanny shall always have home, he says. And you know how poor we are. And they're angry at me for saying No. And how can I, how can I, when my heart is in the sea with Willie ?"
 "Captain Kincaidr' I said, and I couldn't say any more she took my girl; but the Captain was rich, elegant and stylish. An old family he came of, too. It was an honor for Milly More.
 "Not just yet," said I, after a while. Perhaps you'll feel better. He's old, I know, but he's 8 splendid man."
 You too !'' said she. "You' too Nobody understands. Itisn't as if I had made up my mind, like all the rest. Will will always be living man to my mind. I don't think any one ever loved but me. Nobody understands-nobody."
 I kissed her, and coaxed her, and said no word about her changing her mind; but for all that kept thinking of it in kind of maze.
 Captain Kincaidl such a gentleman as that! Old as he was, could she fail to see the honor?"
 But when I told Job, says he:
 "Jerusalem! young, pretty girl like Milly! Why don't he go after some wi6der or an oldish gal? Milly is too young for him. Poor Will! What 8 pity! They jest suited each other."
 I 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, silver ice-pitcher if she chose, like Mrs. Cap. tain Rawdon. She might have a car. riage too, and pair of ponies. And I liked Milly, and wouldn't have envied her her luck one bit; and I didn't won- der 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 I fairly up and sided with the old lady.
 "Milly," says I, "Will is gone, and you aren't his widow, to wear weeds all your hfe-not that many do, if they can helf 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 loving 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. I knew all about it. I knew that her heart was in the sea; but Will was gone and why should sue 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 l. She just gave up at last. It don't matter much after all," she said. ''l must be going out ofmy mind, fer Inever can stop watching and hop ing. l shall die soon suppose whether l marry or not"
 After that she never spoke of Will, and Mrs. More told me she was engaged; and | she wore diamond ring upon her fin ger. 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. We'll, no one can tell what changes little while can bring. l used to hope that hadn't had much hand in it after all, when I 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 she couldn't do fine sewing, and Fanny wasn't of much &C., count except to look at. It was hard life that lay before Milly. It was good for her to marry Captain Kincald, and have rest and comfort, wasn't it?
 "To-morrow is the wedding" said to Job. '1t's going to be in the church. Miss Salisbury is finishing my silver-gray poplin. It sets splendid. We'll have Ben Barnes in to keep store, and go, won't we? You'll like to see Milly off, won't you?"
 II wish it was Will Masset," says Job.
 Poor Will!' says I, and I went on tidying, though it was @ Friday. I should be so busy next day. I got out my big paper of sugar, and got down my japanned sugar box, never empty yet since that day 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 mere wooden thing with slide is pes ky bother"
 Claw me-" says I, eff I'd 'knowed you wanted it, you should have had it. I didn't think you had any plan in it. Jest