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"Glory to God!" suddenly exclaimed Grandmother Tilghman, who seemed to
see without sight all that was going on.
"I knew it would be so, if both would wait," sighed Rhoda to her
husband, through her tears.
There was still something on Milburn's mind, though he was unable to
explain it. Every attempt was made to interpret his want, but in vain,
till Aunt Hominy broke the silence by mumbling:
"He want dat debbil's hat!"
Vesta saw her husband's eyes twinkle as if he had heard the word, and it
gave her a thought. She left the room, and returned with her boy, a fine
young fellow, obedient to her wish. In his hand was his father's hat.
"What will you do if papa leaves us, Custis?" Vesta spoke, loudly, so
that the dying man could hear.
"I will wear my forefather's hat, papa!" said the child.
The dying man drooped his eyes, as if to say "No," and looked fervently
at his son and wearily at the old headpiece.
Vesta placed it on his pillow, and waited to know his next wish.
He made a sign, which they interpreted to mean,
"Lift me!"
He was lifted up, livid as the dead, and raised his eyes towards his
forehead.
His wife set the Entailed Hat upon his temples.
"Bury it!" he said, in a distinct whisper, and passed away.
THE END.
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FOOTNOTES:
[1] In the original manuscript a circumstantial story, as taken from
Milburn's lips, was preserved.
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