The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1878-01-02
Two Dollars a Year.


he summoned, ''to give this good lady
cup of tea and piece of toast, som
, chicken and all that" Then pausin
a moment as if propriety and philan
throPy are struggling for mastery in hi
mind.
"No, no, George. Tell Henderson
to send the dinner up to my room here
that's better !" The young man leaves tn,
room. Then Mr.. Tawman enters tn,
office again and consults the telegraph op
orator.
''Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
lay, if you please" He writes something
and the operator clicks it off at once. til
a long message, very long message in
deed; but the Presidents message itsell
is not so important, so interesting to those
whom it concerns.
Then by the time the message is SEN
the dinner is ready in Mr.. Tawman'i
| private office, when Mrs. Setter partakes
of it, but does not think proper tC
waken the weary child, that she may cal
also.
Then Mr.. Tawman says: "Now you
had better go. I'll 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; SO
very good Aud is there no news of the
Good Luck ?"
Not a word, I'm sorry to say"
at can't be possible. The brig must
come in to-day"
''Pm sure hope so, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Setter"
81 know you do she responds with a
sigh.
"Now go. I'm sorry you had to
waken the child, but L suppose you can't
help it."
"Come, Ellie" says the mother, touch
ing her lightly on the shoulder.
The child, with start, awakes and
cries: 'Is it my papa? Dear, dear
papa p
Then seeing her disappointment, she
bursts into tears.
"Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The brig
will come il! Don't cry!" the good old
man speaks soothingly to the sobbing
child and the mother catching her hand
walks slowly and sadly away, followed by
Mr.. Tawman, who lifts the little girl
down the stairs and helps both her and
her mother into car.
The next morning the woman is again
lettering about the wharves with the same
agonized inquiry. She again puts the
question to the wharf-men, and agin re-
ceives only the same answer. Then, as
before, she seeks the office of the brig
owners still accompanied by her little girl,
and asks:
"Has the brig Good Luck come in
YETI"
''Not yet, ma'am."
She signs and looks out of the window
at the shipping. She says she will wait
for Tawman, and sits down.
When Mr.. Tawman comes in as usual
he greets her very kindly, and kisses the
little girl and says:
''Pm sorry the brig isn't in yet"
"Will it be il to-day?"
81 hope So" And he goes behind his
desk and looks over his letters. He has
not long been engaged in his correspond
ence when a scream from the woman
startles him.
She has risen and is pointing excitedly
out of the window.
"Here is a ship coming in. Look
look !"
'Thats not it," says clerk chats q
schooner"
.'Oh, no." adds MIR. Tawman, that's
not the Good Luck"
cit is! it is p She darts from the
office, dragging the child after her, runs
across the crowded street, across the bust
ling wharf, out to the very edge of the
water.
''Mr. Tawman rushes to the window,
opens it and calls to her. To no purpose,
however. All the clerks cluster about the
window to watch her.
''The woman is mad" says one. "She's
going to drown herself"
Tawman says quietly to the telegraph
operator:
'It's the Mary"
The schooner is being tOwed up the
river by tug. She is making prepare
tons to anchor in the stream opposite
the wharf. All this time Mrs. Setter
is standing in the midst of crowd of
excited people, waving her handkerchief
and the little girl is waving hers.
"Look look therel There's man
overheard |" cries one of the clerks. A
cry of alarm goes up from the wharf.
F"ThunderI exclaims Mr.. Tawman,
thoroughly aroused. "What does that
mean"
"He's swimming like fish," says the
clerk
''He has landed. Hark at the cheers J"
"God of mercy look look p shouted
the operator. "She is hugging him; 80
is the little girl. It's Capt. Setter !"
"Thank God |" exclaimed Tawman,
L IL mt aInK
der the shock. Poor woman How she
clings to the drenched man. Dear
dear !"
Then he puts on his hat and runs down
the stairs like boy, and darts over to
where the husband and wife and child
are united and happy.
"The Good Luck's come in J" yelli
Tawman Justify.
"Ah !" he exclaimed, shaking the cap
tain by the hand, and not caring for the
gaping and wondering crowd all around
him, "this is good luck, isn't it? eh? Did
you get my telegram
When the man can speak he answers
eyes"
ST planned it all !" chatters old Taw.
man. "You see got dispatch, yester-
day from the Breakwater, saying that
Capt. Setter had been picked up on
lmft by the schooner Mary, bound in, and
! That you were coming up by rail from
Lewes. l telegraphed back for You &c
come up in the schooner for a certain
purpose. The shock would have been
worse to her if hadn't. I told her when
I put her in the car yesterday that the
brig would come in, and come in it did
Over to the Office every one of you, and
after dinner and dry clothes, captain
we'll have a talk about business. Come
onI'
Mr.. Val. Prinsep, who is painting
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