The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-19

known as "coffee- crushed" because it is
prepared especially to use in coffee. That
was the finest sugar Anchor Hill folks
often bought, though had little cut
and powdered by me, in case Mrs. Raw
don, or Mrs. DR.. Speer, or the minister's
lady should send in; and took the paper
up and tilted it over the .apanned box,
pouring it in nice smooth stream, when
who should come running into the shop
but Milly Moore. 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 beckoned to me,
and whispered
ooh 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 p'
"My pet" says I, "It's year ago that
the Golden Dove went down. 1t is not
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. 1t couldn't be expected,
of course.
told her so but took her in my little
back parlor, and made her sit down.
talked as good as 1 could to her, but
what good does TALKING dop
"Oh, Aunty," says she, "I know it
seems as if 1 was fool but walked up
hoping this morning. don't believe he is
gone. / can't, can't.
"When baby died-the only one we ever
had-I thought should never believe it,"
said l. :" But had Job; and you have
your mother and sister,"
At that she burst into tears, and put her
head down on my knees.
81 must tell you," said she. "They
want me to marry Captain Kincaid. He is
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 WHIP"
Not just yet" said l, after while.
Perhaps when you feel better. He's old,
know but he's splendid man,
"You, too !" said she "You, too No
body understands. 1t isn't as if had made
up my mind, like all the rest. Will will
always be living man in my mind. !
don't think any one ever loved but me.
Nobody derstands-nobody.
kissed her, and coaxed her, and said no
word about her changing her mind; but for
all that l kept thinking of it in kind of
maze.
"Captain Kincaid such gentleman as
that Old as he was, could she fail to see
the honor ?"
But when told Job, says he "Jerusn-
lem ! young, pretty girl like Milly Why
don't he go after some widder or an oldish
gal? Milly is too young for him. Poor
viii what pity They jest suited each
other.'
l couldn't help it, though. Mrs. Captain
Kincaid would have things that Miss Milly
Moore could never dream Of silk dresses
velvet cloaks and jewelry, stuffed chairs in
her best rooms, silver icepitcher, il she
chose, like Mrs. Captain Rawdon. She
might have carriage, too, and pair of
ponies And liked Milly, and wouldn't
have envied her luck one bit and didn't
wonder at Mrs. Moore and Fanny.
Once having given me her confidence,
Milly didn't stop and Mrs. Moore came
over to talk about it, too, until at last
fairly up and sided with the old lady
"Milly," says l, Win is gone, and you
amt his widow, to wear weeds all your
life-not that many do, If they can help it,
seems to me--and Captain Kincaid is as
good as man can be, and youth 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. knew that her heart was in the
sea ! but Win 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. Moore,
Fanny and !. She gave up at last.