The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1873-05-28

just gave up at last.
''It don't matter much, after all,
she said. 81 must be going out o.
my mind, for never can stop watch
ing and waiting. shall die seon,
suppose, whether l marry or not"
After that she never spoke o
Will, and Mrs. More told me she
was engaged; and she wore a dia
mond ring on her finger. And the
day before the ship sailed she was
to marry Capt. Kincaid, so 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 little
while will bring. 1 used to hope
that l hadn't much hand in it, after
all, when thought it over, and re-
membered poor Will when he took
her in his arms under the sycamore.
But then, you see, Mrs. More's
sight had failed, so that she couldn't t
do fine sewing, and Fanny wasn't of
much account, except to look at. 1t
was a 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
to Job. 'It's going to be in the
church. Miss Salisbury is finishing
my silver gray poplin. 1t sets splen-
did. Wen have Ben Barnes in to
keep store, and go, won't we? You'll
like to see Milly off, won't your
Il wish it was viii Masset." said
Job.
Poor Will!'' says I, and went on
tidying, though it was Friday, l
should be so busy next day. l got
out my big paper of sugar, and I got
down my japanned sugar box, never
empty yet since that day 1 filed it
up. And then Job sorting the let
ters, looks up at times.
Never begrudgcd you anything
so much as | do that box says he.
BEST thing I ever put mail into.
This here wooden thing with a slide
iS q ,,acl-,- bOtbor"
Law me y says 1, ''if L 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; Eve got one that'Il do. And
I'm glad you spoke before 1 filed it
up"
SO with that I spread a big paper
ON the counter and emptied out the
sugar.
1t had packed a little, and come
out in a sort of cake. There it laid,
white and shiny, and on the top of
it, white and SINNER, laid a letter.
letter with a ship mark upon it,
and this superscription:
Miss MILLY MORE,
"Anchor Port, Maine,
United States of America"
Three months ago-poor stupid
l had emptied my best coffee crushed
in upon it, and there it was.
Three months ago she had come
down to me and asked for a letter, and
I'd thought her half crazy; and I'd
given more money than there was in
the till to have dared to tear that
letter open on the spot and read it,
though knew the hand was Will
Massetts.
This can't wait" says I.
NO." says Job, ''it can't with that
coming off tomorrow"
Then l stopped and thought. Let
it lie until it is called for, and she'll
be Mrs. Capt. Kincaid, with her
silks and her velvet, and her fine
house and her carriage, all the same.
This comes from a shipwrecked
sailor, poorer now than when he went
away.
Perhaps I'd better wait until the
is over, job" said 1.
And my old man came across the
room and put his arm around my
waist.
Nancy" says he, "you and was
young folks once. I used to think
was better than money
and fine doings then. And though
We old folks may get little hard
,hough to be up in the world seems
% much and all that sweetness SO
silly, why, it will come back some
lines. You remember how he kiss
I'd her there under the sycamore,
md, Nancy, we couldn't wait until
after the wedding. either of u.s."
put my arms around Jobs neck,
md kissed him and then I got my
iun bonnet and ran over to Mrs.
Iore's.
Capt. Kincaid was there. 1 stood |
It the door, with the letter behind |
ny back.
Won't you walk in = says Mrs.
GOre.
IL haven't time" says l. Its
My an errand. It's little singu-
ar. Milly, there's IA
MY letter my letter !" cried