Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1877-07-05

one, come here; give me kiss. "A
bright, pretty little dear, Mrs. Sell
ter.
She looks pale, said the mother.
She is tired-she has been walk
ing too much
Mamma, don't mind walking to
find father. am not tired.
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.
It was the habit Of this firm to pay
a sort of pension monthly to the Wild
ows of captains who were lost in their
service. 1t was not much of st-
pend, being only half pay, but it was
certainly blessing in very many
cases. Mrs. Setter had always re-
ceived her husbands money here,
while he was at sea, or it was sent to
her VIXEN 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 him
der it 2 he answers.
lie puts the child down and goes
over to his desk, and unlocking a
drawer lie 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-ciickity click goes the mag.
ic instrument, repeating its dot and
dash message.
Hear thatr says the OPERATOR
That's news for you =! The proprle-
tor could read every word by its
sound.
It's like message from God, says
Mr.. Tawman. reveren.ly. 1 must
not tell her.
He comes back to where the wo-
man is sitting, his face flushed with
emotion n-some strange excitement.-
lie throws into her lap a bundle Of
bank notes.
There Mrs. Setter, now go home
Take 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 with. He puts
into her tiny outstretched palm a
bright quarter Of a dollar, and laughs
at the wonder and delight of the lit
tie 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 Towman.
'Oh, Yes, sir
yesterday, perhaps, but l mean
to-day. Go down with Mr.. Pelton,
here, our young man, and get some,
thing to eat. You see we have ar
rangements here for the comfort Of
our clerks. We give them a hot din
ner, and a good dinner too. There S
nobody there now. Everybody's
dired. Go down there and ask the
waiter, George" addressing Mr. Pei
ton whom he had summoned, "to
give this good lady cup of tea and
a piece of toast some chicken, and
all that" Then, pausing 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
there-thats better !" The young
man leaves the room. Then Mr.. law
man enters the office again and con-
suits the telegraph operator.
"Send this message at once, MIR.
Lindlay, if you please" He writes
something and the operator clicks 1t
off at once. It's long message in
deed, but the Presidents message IT.
self is not so important SO interesting,
to those whom it concerns.
Then, by the time the message is
sant the dinner is ready in Mr.. law