The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-05-24

writing receipt. Then he goes over
4nto the cashiers room. While he is
there the telegraph clerk calls him over.
Click-clickity click! goes the magic
instrument, repeating its dot and dash |
message.
"Hear that" says the operator.
"That's news for youp The proprietor
could read every word by its sound.
cts like message from God," says
Mr.. Tawman, reverently. az must not |
tell her"
He comes back to where the woman is
sitting, his face flushed with emotion
some strange excitement. He throwsinto
her lap bundle of bank notes.
"There Mrs. Setter, now go home.
Take car at the door,"
"Ohl Pm not tired. And I 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 a dollar, and laughs at the
wonder and delight of the little re-
cipient.
"Pll 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.
"Oh, yes, STRIP
Yesterday, perhaps, but l 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 a 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, "to give
this good lady cup of tea and piece of
toast, some chicken, and all that" Then,
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 betterW 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 clicks it of 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 waken
the weary child, that she may eat also.
Then Mr.. Tawman says: "Now, you
had better go. PIl see to the child; fll
bring the little girl up with me to-
night"
"No, mop exclaims the mother. "I
must have my Ellie with me always, sir !!
You are so very good. though, sir-so
very goodl And there is no news of the
Good LuckP"
"Not a word. Pm sorry to say"
at can't be possible. The brig must
come in to-day
"Pm sure 1 hope so, with allmy heart
and soul, Mrs. Setter"
81 know you do" she responds, with
sigh.
"Now go. Pm sorry you have to waken
the child, but l suppose you can't help
"Come, Ellie," says the mother.
touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The child, with start, awakes and
cries: "Is it my papa? Dear, deal
papap
Then seeing her disappointment, shs
bursts into tears.
"Don't cry, dear-dont cry. The bris
will come in--the brig will come in
Don't cry" the good old man speak
, soothingly to the sobbing child; and tn
mother, catching her hand, walks slowl.
and sadly away, followed by Mr.. Taw
: man, who lifts the little girl down tn
stairs, and helps both her and her mothe
into car.
Q The next morning the woman is agai
1 lettering about the wharves with the sam
l agonized inquiry. She again puts tn
question to the wharfmen, and agai
receives only the same answer. Then, a
before, she seeks the Office of the bri
a owners, still accompanied by her littl
L girl, and asks:
"Has the brig Good Luck come i
t yetT
"Not yet, ma'am."
:, She sighsand looks out of the windo'
at the shipping. She says she will wal
u for Tawman, and sits down.
Ii When Mr.. Tawman comes in, as usua
& he greets her very kindly and kisses th
r. little girl, and says:
9 "Pm sorry the brig isn't in yet"
"Will it be in to-dayF'
= : 81 hope so." And he goes behind h
; desk and looks over his letters. He hs
r not been long engaged in his correspond
u ence, when a scream from the woma
startles him.
4 She has risen and is pointing excited
out of the window.
ia "Here is ship coming in-look
= lookw
ID "That's not it," says clerk. "That
a schooner"
n "Oh, no T adds Mr.. Tawman. "That
> not the Good Luck"
alt isl it isw She darts from the {
q fee dragging the child after her, ru
of across the crowded street, across Il
e. bustling wharf out to the very edge
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