The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-09-25

girl at such time. And he asks me
TO be his wife And mother and Fan
ny 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 /, how can /, when my
heart is in the sea with Willie?"
Captain Kincaid " said, and
couldn't say any more; she took Dly
breath away. She was a nice, pretty
girl; but the captain was rich, ele-
CANT and stylish. An old family he
came Of, too. 1t YVES an honor fol
MilIy More.
"Not just yet" said I, after while.
l-"Perhaps you'll feel better. He's
old l know, but he's splendid
man."
'You tool" she said. "You too
Nobody understands. It isn't as il ]
had made up my mind, Ike all the
rest. viii will always be a living
man TO my mind. I don't think any
one ever loved but me. Nobody un-
derstands-nobody."
I kissed her and eoaxed her, and ]
said no word about her changing her
mind; but for all that kept thinking
OF lG IN klnQ or maze
Capt. KineaidI Such q gentleman
as that Old as he was, could she
fail to see the honor?
But when l told Job, says he:
Jerusalem a young and pretty
1 girl like MillyI Why don't he go af-
ter some Widder or an oldish gal
MiIly is too young for him. Poor
Will-what pity They just suited
each other"
L couldn't help it, though. Mrs.
Captain Kincaid would have things
that Milly More could never dream Of
silk dress and velvet cloaks, jewelry
and stuffed chairs in her best rooms,
3 silver iee-piteher, if she chose, like
Mrs. Capt. RsWdon. She might have
a carriage, too, and q pair of ponies.
And j liked Milly, and wouldn't have
! envIed her one bit, and | didn't won
der at Mrs. More and Fanny.
Once having given me her conf
denee Mile didn't stop, and Mrs.
More came over to talk about it, too,
until at last fairly up and sided with
the old lady myself.
"Mflly," said I, "Will is gone, and
you aren't his widow to wear weeds
all your life-not that many do, If
they can help it, it seems to me-and
Capt. Kineaid is as good man as can
be, and you'll be happy with him.
You can't help loving him as much
as there's any need to love.u
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 Will was gone, and
~ claa.rl1 Oh
dence offered d?
The Captain stayed at the port three
months, and at last We worried her
into promising to be his wife-old
Mrs. More, Fanny and I. She just
gave up at last.
''It don't matter much, after all, I"
she said. 'I must be going out of my
mind, for never can stop watching
and waiting. 1 shall die soon, sup
pose, whether marry or not"
After that she never spoke of VIII,
and Mrs. More told me she was en-
gagged; and, she wore a diamond ring
on her finger. And the day before the
ship sailed she was to marry Capt.
Kincaid, so she might so 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 I
hadn't much hand in it, after all,
when l thought it over, and remem-
bered 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
do fine sewing, and Fanny wasn't of
much account, except to look at. 1t
was hard life that lay before Miliy.
1t was good for her to marry Captain
Kincaid and have rest and comfort,
wasn't it?
Tomorrow is the wedding" said
l 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 you ?p
II wish it was Will Masset.n said
Job.
"Poor Will % says 1, and went on
tidying, though it was Friday-I
should be so busy next day. 1 got
down myi mSiS RbRsr Of :'ss9 sasar-6G&,, 6G&, heeet
empty yet since that day filled it up.
And then Job, sorting the letters,
looks up st the time.
"Never begrudged you anything so
much as 1 do that box" says he.
"Best thing ever put the mail into.
This here wooden thing with a slide
is a pesky bother"
claw mer says 1, "if 1 knowed
you wanted it you should have had it.
L didn't think you had plan in it;
jest stick 'em anywhere; I thought
you would. I'll empty the box; I've
got one that'll do. And Pm glad you
spoke before 1 filled it up"
So with that 1 spread big paper on
the counter and emptied out the su-
gar.
It had packed little, and ca me out
in sort of cake. There it lay, white
and shiny, and on the top of it, whit
er and SIMMER, lay letter-a letter
with ship-mark upon it, and this
superseription:
"MISS AIILLYMORE,
Anchor Port, Maine,
T. s. a."
Three months ago-poOr stupid-I
had emptied my best coffee-crushed