The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-06-21

So a gu ~ teli spai ilA To- come sOOn,
IsTon gclll
{ IieSfbc batlt ot this firm to pay
a sort of pension monthly. 10 the wild
liows captains who we're lost in their
service. 1t twas not much Of a stip-
ened, being only half pay, but il was
certainly a blessing in very many
cases. Mrs. Setter had always receiv-
ed 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, Tn sure the
Good Luck will be in today"
"Ccrtainly it will! What's to him
! der it?" he answers.
He puts the child down and goes
over his desk, and unlocking a draw
er he takes out an account book and
begins writing Q receipt: IhenSShe
eoea.otsf int4 eissfiies'S l0ctli...
While he is there the telegraph clerk
calls him over.
Click-clickity click goes the mag
ic instrument, repeating its dots and
dash message.
"Hear thatp says the operator
"That's news for you!" The pro-
prietor could read every word by its
sound.
aIt's like a message from God"
says Mr.. Tawman reverntly. 81
must not tell her."
He comes back to where the wo-
man 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 u car at the door.
ooh! I'm not tired. And | should
like to be here when the brig comes
in. But | thank you so much, SO
much"
"Herc, little one," says the good
hearted Tawman, "here's something
for you to buy candies with" He
puts into her tiny outstretched palm
a bright quarter of dollar, and
laughs at the wonder and delight of
the little recipient.
81 will 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
instant.
"Now, Mrs, Setter, you've had no
dinner" says Tawman.
"Oh, yes, sir!"
Yesterday, perhaps, but l mean
to-day. Go down with Mr., Pclton,
here, our young man, and get some
to eat. You see we have arrange
ments here for the comfort Of our
clerks. We give them hot dinner,
and good dinner too. There's no.
body there now. Everybody's dined.
EGo.down there.snd ask tAe.1waiter,
George" addressing Mr., 'Pelton,
whom he had summoned, "to give
this good lady a cup Of ten and a
piece of toast, some chicken, and all
that" Then, pausing a moment, as
if propriety and philanthropy are
struggling for mastery in his mind:
mo, no, George, Tell Henderson
to send the dinner up into my room.
That's bctterl' The young man
leaves the room. Then Mr.. Tawman
enters the Office again and consults
the telegraph operator.
"Send this message at once, Mr..
Lindlay, if you please" He writes
something and the operator clicks it
off at once. It's a long message, u
very long message indeed, 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.. Taw-
mans private Office, when Mrs, Sci
ter partakes of it, but does not think
proper to waken the weary child,
that she may eat also.
Then Mr., Tawman says: "Now,
you had better go. I'll see to the
child; I'll bring the little girl up
with me TO night"
"No, mol" exclaims the mother
81 must have my Ellie with me al
ways, sir! You are so very good,
though, sir-so very goodl And no
news Of the "Good Luck?"
Not a word, I'm sorry to say"
"It can't be possible. The brig
must come in to-day.
I'm sure | hope so, with all my
heart and soul, Mrs. Setter"
81 know you do" she responds,
with sigh.
"Now go. I'm sorry you have to
waken the child, but | suppose you
can't help it."
"Come, Ellie" says tho mother,
touching her lightly on tho shoulder.
The child, with n start, awakes
and cries; as it my papa? Dear,
dear papal"
Then seeing her disappointment,
she burst into tears.
"Don't cry, dear-don't cry. The
brig will come in--the brig will
come inl Don't cry, The good old
man speaks soothingly to the sob
biug child; and the mother, catching