The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-08-16
WHEN TnEysHiP cones IN.


A sweetsfaced nonaan and sweet fared
child are wandering among the shipping
decks Of the great city. The woman is
plainly dresied, but evidently in her best
attire, and there is g touch OF gentility in
her tinery, In the real lace collar, relic Of
better degfperbaps; the pearl earrings
and the heat gloves, The child Is neatly
dressed, TO, and as she clasps the woman's
hand, looks love at her guardian. But
the womsn's face Is not at its best now
there il an anguished expression upon II,
. careworn look, and faint wrinkle upon
the pale forehead that ages her and lessons
the charm Of her features.
She is fnquirfng Of the dock men, Of the
stevedores, Of the loungers about the
wharves, whether the brig !" Good Luck
has come in. She always receives the
same reply TO her eager question, ana that
reply Is, that the brig Good Luck'' has
been lost month ago, dashed on lee
shore and grown to piec . by the sea, and
will new. rcomc in never-nevermore.
II hey told her, she wouldn't believe
them, foxthis.woman and her child have
supreme fkith- rs sure as uod rules,
that the brig Good Luck" will come in,
and come in focpx with cargo and grew,
though they GAve been asking Aes same
question and breathing 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
hubbubnand hustle of the wharf, and
climbs q flight of stairs to where the
brig'sowners have their office. They are
used to seeing her. They smile sadly
when she enters with the child, and look
Significantly at one another, as much rs to
say: " Poor thingl she's mad. No won
der, no wonder! ''
Madi Yes, she is mad with "hope de-
ferred," with anxiety to meet her hus-
band, Caleb Setter, Master of the brig
Good Luck; to meet the Master of the
brig, Ter husband and the father of this
child. God Of Heaven why docs he stay
away from her 30 longr
us the Good Luck in yet?' she asks Of
q clerk.
mot vet, ma'am."
"She's expected, of course, today"
"Of course"
There's q vessel coming In now. ]
see the tall masts. Looki loOkI'' point
ing out Of the Office window to the rivel
The child clasps her little hands at tn,
sight. &
sorry to say that amt it, ma'am, >
says the clerk, relapsipg into his calcula
lions, and paying no more attention to the
woman. -~s-----.l 50
She stares out of the open window al
the approaching vessel, drawn by tug
and then, with blank look upon her face
and moan thar is heart-rending, says:
No, Ellie, mol That is not the Good
Mead If the Good Incl = an .nrsi 70 !
white And pold aneel No mi thsS ;s,,,
itn 'A' 4''4
uRnt mana viii co,,r st,,,,,, 49,. -.
he mamma y, wh;snars the ch;,d "on
"Yrs yes vest Today mo aor,inc
hdav
Old Mr.. Taw,nan. who il the head n
the ast.hl;sh 49,. No. :. .n " mea ru =.
behind III -desk. and annroachina thu
won,ar s-vs-;r sb;nSi,, ~ slio e
"Mrs SsI;er s;t ,anwr ma MAJ. vonr..,,
as Comfortable as Won can in d;nvv If.
fee nm thia.- Hers lille one rc,ns TO- =.
give me ! kiss. a bright nrettv it'll
dear. Mrs. SETTER J, i4''s
g She Iooks nala - Gid tho ,o.,,..
"She is tired: She has been wall ;ns to-
much.'' -
find fatssr. I'm mont non tir %lno walking .
tn Sd rentlemsn ats down aud t;f.s
the little ri On his knee suT t,s snu i as
She winds her arms ahous h;s ,.acI . ia
exclaims; - - 80
~yo,,,i, al, w., !. -
WON'T Won -, ~ pop" = oo"e soon'
"Yss .daarns
uwas Tia HAHN NJ tb,s Avn ~ -.
sort Of nension mnnthlv 70 tha r,;Jopp by e |"
Captains who were lost in their serw;c -