such an awkward, lubberly manner, that it was mere play for me to impose upon him.
Matters Matrimonial and Otherwise.
He had not been seated more than a minute or two before he blurted out, "I guess you're married ain't you?"
"No, sir; I'm a widow."
"Is that so? Well, now, about how long has the old man been dead?"
"My husband died shortly after the breaking out of the war. I have been a widow nearly three years."
"Well, that's a pretty good while to be a widow; but I reckon men are scarce down your way. Got any children?"
"No, sir ; unfortunately I have no children."
"Well, that's lucky, anyhow."
I did not exactly understand whether he meant that it was lucky for me, or for him, in case he made up his mind to marry me. I, however, thought it a good occasion for a little sentiment, and so, giving a sigh, said, " Children are a great comfort, sometimes."
"Yes, I suppose so," said he; "especially when they are your own. I don't care much for other people's children, though."
"Are you married, sir?" I suggested, in a rather timid tone, and giving him another killing glance.
"Not much," he replied, with considerable force; "but I wouldn't mind being, if I could find a real nice woman who would have me." And with this he gave me a tender look that was very touching.
"O, there ought to be plenty of women who would gladly have a fine, handsome officer like you."
"Do you think so, now, really? Well, I'll have to look round. By the way, where do you come from ? Do you be long down South?"
"No, sir," I replied; "I am a foreigner by birth, but my husband was an American, and lived in Ohio until shortly be fore the war."
"Is that so, now ? You're English ain't you?"
"No, sir; my parents were French and Spanish."
"I guess you must speak those languages, then?"
"Yes, sir; much better than English."
"Well, said he, "I'm mighty glad I met you."
