Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1878-06-13

Inis mornlng. 1 DON'T believe no Is gone.
Tout, I cant"
"When baby died-the only ono wo over
had--I thought should never believe it.'
said I. "But had Job; and you have your
mother and sister, Milly."
Atthat she burst into toars, and put her
head down on my knoo.
''I must tell you" suid sho. "Thoy want
me to marry Captain Kiucaid. He's court
ing me. He fell in love with mo tho night
no brought tho news to Mrs. Captain Raw.
don; l was thero sowing, aud heard it oil.
Oh, how cruel to fall in love with q poor
girl at such timel And ho asks me to be
his wife. And mother and Fanny shall
always have homo, ho says. Aud you
know how poor we are. And how can l,
how can l, when my heart is iu tho sea
with Willie?"
"Captaiu Kincaid!" said, and couldn't
say any more; sho took my bpeath away.
She was nice, pretty girl; but tho Captain
was rich, elegant and stylish. An old
family ho came of, too. 1t was an honor for
Milly Nlorc.
"Not just yet" said l, after whilo.
"Perhaps you'll feel better. He's old, I
know, but he's splendid man."
"You too" said she. "You too! Nobody
understands. It isn't as if I had made up
my mind, like all the rest. Will will
always be living man to my mind.
don't think any ono ever loved but mo-
Nobody understands s-nobody."
kissed her and ooaxed her, and said no
word about her changing her mind; but for
oil that kept thinking Of it in kind of
maze.
"Captain Kincaid! suoh gentleman as
thet Old as he was, could he fail to sec
the honor2"
But whom told Job says he:
Jerusalem! young, pretty girl like
Milly2 Why don't he 90 after somo widdcr
or an oldish gall Mill's too young for him.
Poor WIN! What pity! They Just suited
each other"
I couldn't holp it, though. Mrs. Capt.
Kinoaid would havo things that Milly
More could never dream of; silk dresses
and velvet oloaks, jowolry and stuffed chairs
in her best rooms; silver ice-pitcher, if
she chose, like Mrs. Captain Rawdon.
She might have carriage, too, aud pair
of ponies. And I like Milly and wouldn't
have envicd her luck one bit; and i didn't
wonder at Mrs. Moro and Fanny.
Once having given me her confidence,
Milly didn't stop; and Mrs. More caue over
to talk about it, too, until at last I fairly up
and sided with the old lady.
"Milly," says l, tWill is gono, and you
aren't his widow, to wear weeds all your
life-not that many do, if they can help
it, seems is me-and Captain Kincaid is as
good man as can be, and you'll be happy
with him. You cant holp loving him as
much as there is any need to love-"
After that sho stopped talking so much
to me. Sho used to givo me strange looks
though. l know all about it. I knew
that her heart was in the SEQ; but Will was
gone, and why should she refuse what Pro-
videnoe offered7
The captain staid at the port three
months and at last wo worried her into
promising to be his wifc--old Mrs, More,
Fanny and l. She just give up at last.
"lt don't matter much, after al!," she
said: ~ aast BE- going out of my mind,
tor can never stop Watching and hoping.
l SHALL die soon, whether I marry or not"
After that she never spoke of Will, and
Mrs. Moro told mo she was engaged; and
she wore diamond ring upon her finger.
And the day before the ship sailed she : was
to marry Capt Kinoaid, so that sho might
60 to Europe with him.
A year and threo months since the
Golden Dove went down. Woll, no ono
con tell what changes a little while can
bring. l used to hopo that hadn't much
hand in it after all, when [ thought it
over, and remembered poor Will and
how he took her in his arms under tho syc-
amoro.
But then, you SEQ, Mrs. Moro's sight
had failed, so you see she couldn't do fue
sewing, and Fanny wasn't of much account
only to look at. It was hard life that Law
before Milly. 1t was good for her to marry
Captain Kinoaid, and have rest and comfort
wasn't it2
Tomorrow is the wedding" said to
Job, "lt's going to be in tho church.
Miss Salisbury is finishing my silver
gray popin. It sets splendid. Wo'll have
Ben Barnes in to keep tho store, and 90,
won't we? You'll like to SEQ Mill off won t
your"
81 wish it was Will Masset," SAYS Job.
"Poor Will!'' said I, and went on
sidyiug, though it was Friday. | should
be so busy next day. got out my big
paper of sugar, and I got down my japanned
sugar box, never empty yet since that day |
filled it up. And then Job, sorting the
letters, looks up at mo.
"Never begrudged you anything SO much
as that box says he. Best thing J. ever
put the mail into. This mere wooden
thing with slide is q pcsky bother"
claw mo-" says /, eff Id knowod YOU
wanted it, you should have had it.
didn't think you had any plan in it. Jest
st,ck shs 'em anywhere | thought you would.
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