The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-12
A sPINsTER's TRoUssEAU.
Boston BetrOthed's wedding Out
fit and Her Burial.

Why, Aunt Maria was just as "set" as
any of Mary wilkins county characters,
said the distinguished citizen from Bos-
ton, and she showed it in almost as many
queer ways. OF course, our family con-
nections on both sides brought her a great
deal into notice when she was a young
girl She was undoubtedly a great belle
both in Boston and in Washington, where
she went with my grandparents when my
grandfather was in the Senate. A portrait
painted at that time shows her to be a
very good-looking girl-for a member OF
our family! She had any number of Of
fers, and was engaged to three different
men while she was between 20 and 30
Two of them had national reputa tons, but
| what's the use of telling their names and
stirring up their descendants? They
couldn't make it go with my Aunt Maria
Truth is, she had the most terrible tenn
per that any woman ever had, and she
showed off her incompatibility so plainly
| before marriage that there wasn't any
| marriage, as far as she was concerned
| But she never acknowledged that her en-
| gagement to the third and last one was
broken off, and she didn't until the day
| she died. He lived bachelor for thirty
or forty years. and died a dozen years
| before she did, and never talked about
ready. TOO, when her younger sister my
mother, was married. Everything that my
| mother had, she insisted upon having.
! too. She had a white satin dress made
with long train, and she made my grand
mother give her the lace that ought 10
have been on my mothers wedding gown.
| They sent to Paris, a rare thing in those
days, for a lot of the finery for both
| girls, and my aunt, my dear unmarried
| had 10 ha1ra i4Ycf -.
! silk stockings and everything else as nv
| mother had. There was no helping II
| She was set in her way, as they saw
/ among the Hosea Biglows. I encountered
| that quality in the old lady when she was
| nearing her end She sent for me to
come to see her. She was sitting propped
up in bed, and as soon as 1 came into
the room, she said, I'm about to die I
| said l hoped not, but she snapped ont.
| Don't waste talk. Youu hope am fast
enough when I tell you am leaving YOU
| every cent of my property What ON
earth are you doing that for? I asked
for there were p.enty of other heirs and
my aunt had never shown any especial re-
gard for me. As I thought there was
something she wanted for herself DO
you want my money? she asked. I should
like it well enough, I answered.
"Wel. am leaving it to you on condi-
ton that you get me buried in the Old
Granary Burying Ground on Tremon,
! street"
But it's closedr'
II know it's closed, and I know there
isn't anybody in Boston can get our old
family tomb opened and me buried in /,
but you. If you say you will. YOU viii
You We're always just as set as tbev
ever make EN- in New England. want
to be buried with my ancestors, and I'm
going to be. Three men told me I coIIdn't
when I was dying and I'll just show EN-
can. viii you take my money. or shall
1 look further"
My aunt began to cry, so I kissed her
hand dutifully and told her 1 would full
fill her last request. I did 1t. too II
took me over year, and her coffin was
in receiving vault in another cemetery
all that time. But at last there was q
man on the board of health who was
| brought TO see that the few little bones
of one poor little spinster wouldn't hurt
| Boston. So one night not to make news
| paper talk we had a midnight interneut
| for my Aunt Maria in the Old Granarv
Burying Ground. I forgot to say she left
| directions TO be buried in her old white
satin trousseau gown, so that is also in
| the tomb of her ancestors.