The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1877-06-02

You'll tell my papa to come soon,
won't your
"Xes, dear"
1t was the habit of this firm to pay
sort of pension monthly TO the widows of
captains who were lost in their service
1t was not much of stipend, being only
half pay, but it was certainly blessing
in very many cases. Mrs. Setter had al
ways received her husbands money here,
while he was at sea, or it was sent to her
when she was sick or the weather bad.
"Ah, Mr.. Tawman, I'm sure the Good
Luck will be in to-day p'
Certainly it will What's to hinder
it?' he answers.
He puts the child down and goes over
to his desk, and unlocking a drawer he
takes out an account book and begins
writing receipt. Then he goes over
into the cashiers room. While he is
there the telegraph clerk calls him over.
Click-clickity click goes the magic
instrument, repeating its dot and dash
message.
d" Hear that~ says the operator.
"That's news for youw The proprietor
could read every word by its sound.
!" It's like message from God," says
Mr.. Tawman, reverently. 81 must not
tell her"
He comes back to where the woman is
sitting, his face flushed with emotion
some strange excitement. He throws into
her lap bundle of bank notes.
"There Mrs. Setter, now go home.
Take car at the door"
"Oh I'm not tired. And I should
like to be here when the brig comes in
But | thank you SO much, so much"
Here, little one" says the good
hearted Tawman, there's something for
you to buy candies with" He puts into
her tiny outstretched palm bright
quarter of dollar, and laughs at the
wonder and delight of the little re-
cipient.
PHI keep this for my papa"
Poor little thing she is weary unto
sleep. She cuddles herself in the big
chair and sinks into slumber in an in
slant.
"Now, Mrs. Setter, you've had no din
mel" says Tawman.
"Oh, yes, STRIP
" Yesterday, perhaps, but mean to-
day. Go down with Mr.. Pelton here,
our young man. and get something TO
eat. You see we have arrangements here
for the comfort of our clerks. We give
them hot dinner, and good dinner
too. There's nobody there now. Every
body's dined. Go down there, and ask
the waiter, George" addressing MIR. Pei
ton, whom he had summoned, "to give
this good lady cup Of tea ard piece of
toast, some chicken, and all that" Then,
pausing moment, as If propriety and
philanthropy are struggling for mastery
in his mind:
"No, no, George. Tell Henderson to
send the dinner up into my room there
that's betterp The young man leaves
the room. Then Mr.. Tawman enters the
office again and consults the telegraph
operator.
"Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
lay, if you please" He writes something
and the operator clicks it off at once. It's
long message, 2 very long message in
deed, but the Presidents message itself
is not SO important, SO interesting, to
those whom it concerns.
Then, by the time the message is sent,
the dinner is ready in Mr.. Tawman's
private Office, when Mrs. Setter partakes
fit, but does not think proper to waken
the weary child, that she may eat also.
Then Mr.. Tawman says: "Now, you
had better 60. Pll see to the child; I'll
bring the little girl up with me to-
night"
"No, mop exclaims the mother. 81
must have my Ellie with me always, sir
You are so very good, though, sir-so
very good And there is no news of the
Good Luck p"
Not word, Pm sorry to say"
ut cart he possible. The brig must
come in to-day"
"Pm sure hope SO, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Setter"
81 know you d." she responds, with
sigh.
CHOW 60. Pm sorry you have to waken
the child, but l suppose you can't help
| it,"
Come, Ellie" says the mother,
touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The child, with start, awakes and
cries: els it my papa? Dear, dear
papa"
Then seeing her disappointment, she
bursts into tears.
Don't cry, dear-dont cry. The brig
will come in--the brig will come in
Don't cryp the good old man speaks
soothingly to the sobbing child and the
mother, catching her hand, walks slowly
and sadly away, followed by Mr. Taw-
man, who lifts the little girl down the
stairs, and helps both her and her mother
into car.
The next morning the woman is again
lettering about the wharves with the same
agonized inquiry. She again puts the
question to the wnarfmen, and again
receives only the same answer. Then, as
before, she seeks the Office of the brig
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