counting his horse, Newt Duncan would be off for the day on the business
that consumes the time of ranchers and expert cattlemen. He would come
back through town, go by the post office and gather up his mail and get
home for a late supper. This was the routine that even his recent
marriage would not change.
Mrs. Duncan, being a dutiful wife, began to try to change matters for
the better, in her estimation. She sewed some fine nightshirts for her
new husband and embroidered across the pocket in red...a lovely bright
solid satin stitch to make each letter. It was some time however, before
she could entreat the erstwhile bachelor into one of the creations. Just
to please and silence her, finally, one night he did change his day
shirt for one of the new night shirts...but with only that
concession...the longhandles were still part of his apparel. The shirt
was buttoned exactly as his daytime shirts were...the only difference he
could tell was in the length of the tail of the thing.
That night about 3:30 a horseman gave a haloo and banged on the porch
roof, asking Newt to come help him with some sick cows. He rose, and as
usual...all in one motion pulled on his britches, stuffed in the
shirttail, akinbowed(sic) each arm into the gallowses, crammed his feet
into the old boots and ambled off to get on his horse. It was still dark
and the two men rode along saying very little. As usual after his chores
were done Mr. Duncan rode back through town and went to get his mail.
When his friends saw him they all burst into a roar of laughter. He
looked about nonplussed...nobody could stop laughing long enough to tell
him what the joke was. Finally one of the men pointed to Newt's pocket
where in large, firm red satinstitch there was emblazoned, by his bride,
GOODNIGHT. That was the first time Newton Duncan knew his nightshirt was
decorated...and the last time he ever wore a nightshirt.
Volney and Josephus Cavitt each had two sons who were widely known for
their excelnence of character and fine manhood. William Sparks Cavitt
and James Volney Cavitt were the two sons of Volney Cavitt, who was
justly so rated. They were both touched with the special fineness of the
double Cavitt inheritance. Josephus's two sons so blessed were Sheridan
Henry Cavitt and John Belvedere Brooks Cavitt.
Will was attractive, bright and winsome, warm-hearted, friendly and
universally beloved. He was a man of exceptional business abilities,
energetic and industrious. Will ossessed what is generally termed
natural leadership, which was recognized by those who came in close
touch with him.
In the home his father and mother, his brothers and sisters looked to
him as a leader. Also while he was in Washington and Lee University his
fellow students instinctively turned to him for counsel, leadership and
inspiration.
For several years Will's father had been in ill health and had come to
depend on him to manage his business affairs. It afforded him great
pleasure to watch Will develop as business man and win the confidence
and esteem of his fellow man.
Will's death came so unexpectedly it was thought the blow would crush
his father, but he replied to expression of sympathy, "Will was a fine
young man, a great help and comfort to us. His life was like sunshine in
our home. He had a bright and happy life with a host of friends who
loved him. While we sorely miss him, I would not call him back were I
able to do so. He had happiness, joy and sunshine in his life and had
never experienced life's sorrows and disappointments, failures and
trials. I am glad he is saved from the trials and disappointments that
often come into people's lives."
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The most beautiful things in the world cannot be
seen or touched. It must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller
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Yanni
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Goethe
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