The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1871-11-09
passing and repassing the windows to look

1t was not only the grief for Robert Whit
nall for the husband and father; but there
lay also the stunning sense of future desc
| lation-the desolation induced by poverty.
When case of this kind occurs, where the
calamity is of double nature, it is impos-
sible not to think of it, however deep may
be the heart-sorrow.
Dorothy, what will become of me
and of them p
The whispered question came to me
from the window where she was sitting.
1t was On the third day. did not know
how to answer her.
"The wide world around, and not
place in it for us We must have food
and clothes and a home. Where shall we
find them p
And still l could make no definite an
swer The sobs of Gertrude broke up the
converse. So that day passed, and an
other came in.
Dorothy, we must get away from the
place now. Perhaps tomorrow"
Yes, of course, we must, Mrs. " hit
. nall
She spoke the words quietly enough, and
| her pale face was calm. Whether she
| coming out had aroused her from her
apathy, don't know; but she began lay
| ing plans, and suggesting what to do for
| the best-l mean in regard to quitting the
town for our London home.
| The tea-things were on the table when
we got in, and Mrs. James came in with
decanter of wine, pressing us to take
glass. Ii was very kind of her. l know
she had got it on purpose: but we did not
| take it. Tea would be best.
1--WE shall be. leaving you tomorrow, l
believe" said Mrs. Whitnall to her.
:" Thank you for your kindness. You
must let me know what | am in your debt
two weeks, is it not p
Mrs. James burst into tears. "Nay,
you are quite welcome to have been in the
rooms, ma am; don't say anything about
payment"
| For she knew how things We're with us.
| That almost nothing was left to go on with
at present; nothing at all for the future.
She was true, kind gentlewoman, though
she did not let lodgings.
| Dorothy, what Shame it brings to
me y murmured Mrs. Whitnall, as l sat
down to make the tea. q fear | quite
sligLted her in my heart as an inferior,
looking at her position. What is there
left for me but to get my living by some
thing of the kind Calamity brings home
to us strange sense of our sins.
The children went up to Mrs. Sand 8
when tea was over; she had sent for them
at the lonely dusk hour more than once.
Mrs. " Uitnall, weary with sobbing, for she
had had a tit Of crying after tea, lay on the
sofa, hoped, asleep. sat at the darken-
ing windows weaving plans for the future
in my aching brain.
There was really little ready money left /;
for poor poor Roberts quarterly install
ments from the government post he held
only suthced to keep US going His salary
was not large; in another year, had he
lived, it would have been nearly doubled.
There would be the proceeds from some Of
the furniture; for, of course, the best OF
that would have to- be sold. 1t might
bring in-say hundred pounds. And
what could she do with so small sum as
al ahaaa aaiu and start IN anytnrn turn herself
could be found to start in--a good portion
Of it must be spent on present needs.
"You are all in the dark here !!
The voice startled me to sickness. II
vas like Mr.. Whitnall's. l had thought
when the parlor door opened that it wa'
Alex. who came in.
Robert! Robert r
Mrs. Whitnall rose from the sofa a
though she had been shot. The call wa
hers Instinct guided her to him III tn
darkness, and the next moment she Ia.
sobbns historically in his arms.
+ 1t was Robert Whitnall-Robcrt himself
, in verv deed and truth. But | hardly be
. lieved it for some minutes. The chlldre
came rushing in pell-mell, from Mrs
e Sands, in delirious excitement.
e &c Papa, papa! how have you come t
For the Captain had come to life at hi
home also, and told the news to our chi
S dren.
y az have been all the way to Harlingen,
said Mr.. Whitnall. Surely you did nc
7 think was dead all this while
| Without an explanation we wondere
d how we were to have thought otherwls
He gave it in a few words:
10 They had been in danger of perishing
S. that frail yacht of Captain Sands. In
1T wind rose suddenly, preventing their retul
,e shore; it increased to a fearful gale; ar
even the experienced seaman found that Il
! once he could not manage his favori'
10 Margaret Ann. A steamer, going dow
@ the channel On her way to Harllnge
ID saved them, but the yacht had to be aba
tv doned to her fate What that fate was Il
10 plank had proved to US. The steamer WI
nS likewise caught by the gale, and conside
,d ably de ayed by it out at sea, but she ma
Harlingen at last.
w. "But why did you not write us, Robert,
he | asked, breathlessly, while happy tea
Of stole down Mrs. Whitnalls cheeks.
81 did write, Dorothy. The first thi
til | and Captain Sand did on getting into pc
was to write letter each. l know tn
mt were posted, and cannot understand h'
m. it is you have not received them.'
:" But, papa, what long while you
cs. he must have stayed at Harlingen
awe had to wait the steamers s pleasu
~ Alex, my boy. Until that left, we w
;" fixtures. But l never supposed you W
of living without news of US.
"A "Dorothy how can we ever be sufiicien
thankful? +" whispered Mrs. Whitnall loo
,bt ing at me through her glistening eyes.
hat How, indeed
= That night he chose the self-same psa
of to read that his wife had chosen the M
ad- we were watching for him. lie sat
ess the prayer book on his knee:-
ont "'rhey that 90 down to the sea in shi
and occupy their business in great wate
tho these men see the works of the Lord,
but his wonders in the deep. For at His W
the stormy wind ariseth, which lifted
old the waves thereof. They arc carried W
in the heaven, and down again to the de
ha- their souls melteth away because OF
he trouble They reel to and fro, and stag
ion like drunken man, and are at their "
etd. SO when they cry unto the Lor
We their trouble, he delivereth them out
,nd their distress. For he maketh the st
and to cease, so that the waves therof are
Won Then are they glad because they are
,rk rest; and so he bringeth them unto
haven where they would be. that
said would therefore praise the Lord Tor
ont gooaness, anu oecaafe 'ne :, -
, for Tor .ne chiidren oi iheh
When the psalm was at An end ne
ho,r not close the book as usual, but sat ioo
- r, Sbor .l,Soly IF the eau