The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-06-26
SAVED FROM THE WRECK.

city. The woman is plainly dressed, but
evidently In her best attire, and there is
touch of gentllity in her flnery, In the
real lace collar, relic of better days per-
haps, the pearl earrings and the neat
gloves. The child is neatly dressed too,
and as she clasps the woman's hand
looks love at her guardian. But the wo-
mans face Is not at its best nowhere
is an anguished expression upon 1T,
careworn look, and faint wrinkle upon
the pale forehead that ages her and les
sens the charm of her features.
She is inquiring of the dock men, of
the stevedores, and of loungers about the
wharves, whether the brig "Good Luck"
has come in. She always receives the
same reply to her eager question, and
that reply is-that the brig Good Luck"
has not come in; but that this same
brig "Good Luck" has been lost a
month ago, dashed on lee shore and
ground to pieces by the sea, and will
never come in--never-nevermor
If they told her, she wouldn't believe
them, for this woman and her child have
supreme faith-feel as sure as God rules
that the brig "Good Luck" will come
in, and come in soon, with cargo and
crew, though they have been asking the
same question, and praying the same
prayer for many and many day.
Then she goes across the street and
winds her way among the bales and
boxes and passing carts, and through all
the hubbub and hustle of the wharf, and
climbs flight of stairs to where the
briggs owners have their offices. They
are used to seeing her. They smile sadly
when she enters with the child, and
look significantly at one another as
much as to say, "poor thing she's mad.
No wonder, no wonderl"
Mad Yes, she is as mad with "hope
deferred" with anxiety to meet her hus-
band, Caleb Setter, master of the brig
"Good Luck"-to meet the master of
the brig, her husband and the father of
this child. God of Heaven, why does he
stay away from her so longY
Is the Good Luck in yet ?" she asks
of q clerk.
"Not yet, ma'am."
"She's expected, of course, to-day ?"
"Of course"
"There's vessel coming in now.
see the tall masts. Look look !" point
ing out of the office window to the river
front. Maybe that's it'll Ellie, dear,
look there's fathers vessel, with father
ON board ~
The child clasps her little hands at the
sight.
" Sorry to say that amt it, ma'am,"
says the clerk relaxing into his calcula-
tions, and paying no more attention to
the woman.
She stares out of the window at the
approaching vessel drawn by tug, and
then with blank look upon her face
and moan that is so heart-rending
says:
"No, Ellie, no That is not the Good
Luck eethe figurehead the figure
head of the Good Luck is an angela
white and gold angel. No! mol that
isn't it,"
but papa will come home soon, won't
he, mamma ?" whispers the child.
!" Yes, yes, yes To-day, my darling,
to-day"
Old Mr.. Tawman, who is the head of
the establishment here, now comes from
behind his desk and approaching the
woman, says in kindly tone:
Mrs. Setter, sit down; make your
self comfortable as you can in dingy
office like this. Here, little one, come
here; give me kiss. A bright, pretty
little dear, Mrs. Selter,'
" She looks pale" said the mother.
" She is tired-she has been walking
too much"
Mamma, L don't mind walking to
find father. am not tired.n
The old gentleman sits down and lifts
the little girl on his knee and kisses her.
She winds her arms about his neck
and exclaims:
You'll tell my papa to come soon
won't you ?"
Yes, dear"
1t was the habit of this firm to pay q
sort OF pension monthly to the widows
of captains who were lost in their SER
vice. 1t was not much of stipend, be-
ing only half pay, but it was certainly
blessing in very many cases. Mrs. Setter
had always received her husbands mon
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