The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-05-24


Click-clickity click goes the magic
repeating its dot and dash
"Hear that!" says the operator.
" That's news for youw The proprietor
could read every word by its sound.
"Its like message from God," 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. Setter, now 60 home.
Take a car at the door,"
ooh Pm not tired. And l should
like to be here when the brig comes in.
But 1 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 dollar, and laughs at the
wonder and delight of the little re-
cipient.
"Tll 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
ner," says Tawman.
ooh, yes, sirr'
Yesterday, perhaps, but 1 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 Mr.. Pei
ton, whom he had summoned, I" to give
this good lady cup of tea and piece of
toast, some chicken, and all that" Their,
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 clicksit off at once. It's
long message, 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
of it, but does not think proper to waker
the weary child, that she may eat also.
Then Mr.. Tawman says: Now, you
had better go. Pll 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 always, sir
You are so very good. though, sir-st
very good! And there is no news of the
Good LuckT"
"Not word, Pm sorry to say"
"It can't be possible. The brig mus
come in to-day
"Pm sure hope so, with all my hear
and soul, Mrs. Setter"
81 know you do" she responds, will
sigh.
"Now go. Pm sorry you have to wakel
the child, but l suppose you can't he'll
"Come, Ellie" says the mother
touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The child, with a start, awakes an
cries: "Is it my papaF Dear, dea
papa!'
Then seeing her disappointment, sh
bursts into tears.
"Don't cry, dear-dont cry. The bri
will come in--the brig will come in
Don't cryl' the good old man speak
} soothingly to the sobbing child; and th
mother, catching her hand, walks slowl
and sadly away, followed by Mr.. Tav
man, who lifts the little girl down th
D stairs, and helps both her and her mothe
into car.
The next morning the woman is agai
lettering about the wharves with the SAN
agonized inquiry. She again puts tt
question to the wharfmen, and agai
receives only the same answer. Then,
: before, she seeks the Office of the br
owners, still accompanied by her lit
u girl, and asks:
"Has the brig Good Luck come
t yetT'
"Not yet, ma'am."
'' She sighs and looks out of the windo
at the shipping. She says she will wa
u for Tawman, and sits down.
Il When Mr.. Tawman comes in, as usus
9 he greets her very kindly and kisses Il
u little girl, and says:
8. "Pm sorry the brig isn't in yet"
% "Will it be in to-day?'
" "I hope So" And he goes behind
: desk and looks over his letters. He b
r. not been long engaged in his correspon
10 ence, when a scream from the wom
startles him.
I'd She has risen and is pointing excited
out of the window.
It's "Here is ship coming in-loo
~ look!"
1d "That's not it," says clerk. "Tha
a schooner"
N. "Oh, no !" adds Mr.. Tawman. "Tha
not the Good Luck"
"It is! it isp' She darts from the
a fee dragging the child after her, ru
of across the crowded street, across t
,e. bustling wharf out to the very edge
ly the water.
ng Mr. Tawman rushes to the windC
al opens it and calls to her. To no purpo
re, however. All the clerks cluster abe
lcr the window to watch her.
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