The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-06-26

Hear thatY' says the operator.
/" That's news Tor you'll" The proprietor
could read every word by Its sound
" It's message from Cod" says Mr..
Tawman, reverently. "I 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. Selter,now go home. Take
a car at the door"
"Oh I'm not tired. And 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, here's something for
you to buy candies," He puts into her
tiny outstretched palm a bright quarter
of a dollar, and laughs at the wonder
and delight of the little recipient.
"I'll 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
stant.
"Now, Mrs. Setter, you've had no
dinner" says Tawman.
"Oh, yes SIR"
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 O good din
ner too There's nobody there now.
Everybody's dined Go down there and
ask the waiter, George addressing Mr..
Pelton, whom he had summoned, to
give this good lady cup of tea and
piece of toast, some chicken, and all
that" Then pausing moment, as if
propriety and his philanthropy are
struggling for mastery in his mind:
" No, no, George. Tell Henderson to
send the dinner up into my room there
that's better !" The young man leaves
the room. Then Mr.. Tawman enters
the office again and consults the tele-
graph operator.
Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
lay, if you please" He writes some
thing and the operator clicks it off at
once. It's long message, very long
message indeed, but the Presidents mes
sage 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
>of it, and does not think proper to walk
EN- 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, no !" eXclaims the mother. 81
must have my Ellie with me always ,sirl
You are so very good though, sir-so
very good And there is no news of
the Good Luck p"
"Not a word, I'm sorry to say"
" 1t can't be possible. The brig must
come in to-day"
" I'm sure hope So with all my heart
apd soul, Mrs. Setter"
" I know you do" she responds, with
sigh.
" Now go. I'm sorry you have to
waken the child, but suppose you can
not helpit."
Come, Ellie" says the mother,
touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The child, with start, awakes and
cries, SIS it my papa? Dear, dear
papap'
Then, seeing her disappointment, she
burst into tears.
Don't cry, dear-don't cry. The brig
will come in-the brig will come in
Don't cry ~ the good old man speaks
soothingly to the sobbing child and the
mother, catching her hand, walks slow
ly and sadly away, followed by Mr.. Taw-
man, who lifts the little girl down the
stairs,a and helps both her and her mother
into a car.
The next morning the woman is again
lettering about the wharves with the
same agonized inquiry. She again puts
the question to the wharfmen ,and again
receives only the same answer. Then,
as before, she seeks the office of the brig
owners, still accompanied by her little
girl, and asks:
" Has the Good Luck come in yet Y''
" Not yet, ma'am.n
She sighs and looks out of the window
at the shipping. She says she will wait
for Tawman, and sits down.
When Mr.. Tawman comes In susuaI