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

i And he laughed ana plIeu Gil up
And made VOW to myself that I'd
keep the sugar-box full after that
so that he shouldn't use it for the
mail.
l had twenty-four pounds of sugar
known as 'tceffee crushed" because
it was prepared especially to use in
coffee. That was the finest sugar
Anchor Hill folks often bought,
though / had little cut and pow
dered by me in case Mrs. Rawdon
or Mrs. DR.. Speer or the minister IS
lady should send in; and / took the
paper up and tilted it over the
japanned box, pouring, in nice
smooth stream, when who should
come in 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 she whispered
to me:
ooh! Aunty Gunter, have you
looked to-day? Isn't there a letter
from Will! He said he couldn't die.
l don't feel as if he could. NIighn't
he write after all? Do look -
my pet" says I, cts a year ago
that the Golden Dove went down
1t isn't likely. And He don't let
those live that want to always. 1t
isn't likely, dear, but I'll look
took the letters in my 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.
I told her so, but I took her iuto
my little back parlor and made her
sit down there.
1 talked as good as could to her;
but what good does talking do?
''Oh, Aunty," says she, Il know it
seems as if / was fool, but woke
up hoping this morning. l don't
believe he is gone. l can't, can't
''When baby died-the only one
we ever had-T thought 1 never
should believe it," said 1. But l
have Job, and you have your mother
and sister, MILL
At that she burst into tears and
put her head down on my knee.
Il must tell you," said she. They
want me to marry Capt. Kincaid.
Hes counting me. He fell in love
with me the night he brought the
news to Mrs. Capt. Rawdon; l was
there sewing and I heard it all. Oh,
how cruel to fall in love with a poor
girl at such q 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?'
Capt Kincaid T. l said, and l
couldn't say any more; she took my
breath away. She was a nice, pret-
ty girl; but the Captain was rich,
elegant and stylish. An old family
he came of, too. 1t was an honor
for Milly More.
Not just yet" said 1, after a
while. Perhaps you'll feel better.
He's old, know, but he's q splendid
man."
You too" she said. You too
Nobody understands. 1t isn't as if
1 had made up my mind, like all the
rest. Will will always be a living
man to my mind. I don't think
any one ever loved but me. Nobody
understands-nobody."
1 kissed her and coaxed her; and
l said no word about her changing
her mind; but for all that 1 kept |
thinking of it in kind of amaze.
Capt. Kincaid Such a gentleman
as that! Old as he was, could she
fail to see the honor?
But when 1 told Job, says he:
Jerusalem young, pretty girl |
like Milly! Why don't he go after
some widder or an Oldish gal? Milly |
is too young for him. Poor Will!
What pity! They just suited each
other.''
1 Icouldn't help it. though. Mrs.
Capt. Kincaid would have things
that Milly More could never dream
Of silk dresses and velvet eloaks,
jewelry and stuffed chairs in her best
rooms, a silver ice pitcher, if she
chose, like Mrs. Capt. Rawdon. She
might have a carriage, too, and
pair of ponies. And liked Milly,
and wouldn't have envied her luck
one bit, and didn't wonder at Mrs.
More and Fanny.
Once having given me her conf
dence Milly didn't stop, and Mrs.
More came over to talk about it. too,
until at last 1 fairly up and sided
with the old lady myself.
"Milly," said /, ''Will is gone and
you aren't his widow to wear weeds
all your life-not that many do, if
they can help 1t. it seems to me
and Cant Kincaid is as uood as man