The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-06-21
WHEN THE SHIP M
IN. 4

WHEN THE SHIP COMES
IN.
A sweet-fnced woman and q swees-faced
child are wandering among the shipping
docks Of the great city. The woman q
plainly dressed, but evidently in her best
attire, and there Is q touch q rentility n
her hnery, in the real lace collar, relic Of
better days, perhaps, the pearl earrings,
and the nsAt gloves Tho child il neatly
dressed, too, and, n she clasps the woman's
hand, looks love at her guardian. But the
woman's face In not 1t its best now; there
ts an anguished expression upon It, o caro-.
worn look. and q faint wrinkle upon tho
palo forehead that ages hor and lessons the
charm Of her features.
She Ia inquiring Of the dock men, Of
the ~stevedores, Of he loungers about tho
wharves, whether the brig Good Luck has
come In. She always receives the Same
Is, that the brig Good Luck has been lost q
month ago, daahcd on . Ice shore, and
ground to pieces By the sea, aud win never
como in-never-never more.
II they told her, she wouldn't believe
them, for the woman and her child have
supreme fnith-feel o. sure A. God rulcs.
that tho brig Good Luck viii como In soon
with cargo and crew, though they have
been aaking the same question and breath.
Ing the same prayer for many and many .
day:
Then she goes across the street and winds
her way among the bales md boxes and
passing carts, and through all the hubbub
and hustle Of the wharf, and climbs o diRht
Of stain TO whero tho briggs owners have
their Office. They arc used 10 seeing her.
They smile sadly when she enters with the
child, and look significantly Mt one another,
~ much rs TO say: poor thing she's
mad. No wonder, nc wonder |"
Mad Yes, she Ia mad with hope de-
ferred, with anxiety TO meet her husband,
Csbel Shelter, master OF the brig Good
Luck; TO meet the master Of tho brig, her
husband and the father of this child. God
Of heaven, Why hoes he stay AWAY from hrr
20 lonei
~. the Good Luck in yet +" she asks Of
mot yet, ma'am."
8 is expected, Of course, to-dayf"
"Qf course"
There's q vessel coming in now. 1 see
The tall masts. Look look 1" pointing
out Of the ofico window to the river front.
Maybe, that's it'll Ellie, dear, look
mere: fathers vessel with father on
The child olasps her little hands at the
sight:
Sorry TO say that amt it, ma,am.n saws
the clerk, relapsing into his calculations
and paying no moro attention to the
woman.
She stares out of the open window at the
approaching vessel drawn by q tug, and
soen with Q blank look upon her face, and
moan that Ia heartrending, says:
tNo Ellia M Th.t -
tuck. see the fgure-head the figure.
head Of the Good Luck Is an angel n white
gold angel No, mol that isn't it.n
But papa viii come home soon, won't
be mamma 2" whispered the child.
Old Mr.. Tawman, who Ia the head Of the
establishment here, now comes from behind
his desk, and, approaching the woman,
Gays IN . kindly tone
y Setter, st down make yourself
- comfortable rs you can In q dingy Office
Ike this Here, little ono, come here, give
me q kiss A bright, pretty little dear,
She looks pale,n said the mother.
much" wv
Mamma, l don't mind walking to find
father. I'm not tired"
Inc old gentleman sits down and lifts
me httie girl on his knee and kisses her
Sne winds her arms about his neck and
exclaims
"Youu tell my papa to come soon. won,
your"
It was the habit Of this firm 70
Of pension monthly to ne Wiaows sort
tains who were lost in their service Y,
was mot much Of q stipend, being only half
pay, but it was certainly a blessing in xsr.
many cases Mrs. Setter had alwavs NJ.
csived her husbands money here. while be
was at sea, or it was sent to her when shs
was dck, or the weather bad.
All, M. Tawman, I'm sure the Good