The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1878-01-24
WHEN THE SHIP CONES IN.

shipping docks of the great city. The
woman is plainly dressed, but evident.
ly in her best attire, and there is a touch
Of gentility in her fnery, in thereaI lace
collar, relic Of better days perhaps; the
pearl earrings and the neat gloves. The
child is neatly dressed, too, and as she
cl sps the wOman's hand looks love at
her guardian. But the woman's face is
not at its best now; there is an an
guished expression upon it, a ca-s-worn
look, and faint wrinkle upon the pale
forehead that ages her and lessons the
charm of her features.
She is inquiring Of the dock men, of
the stevedores, of the loungers about
the wharves, whether the brig GOOD
Luck has come in. She always re-
Ceives the same reply to her eager
question, and that reply is, that the
brig Good Luck" has been lost a
mon,h ago, dashed on a lee shore AMI
ground to pieces by the sea, and will
never come Observation-Disclosures.
If they told her she wouldn't believe
them, for this woman and her child have
supreme faith-feel as sure as God rules
that the brig Good Luck" will come
in, and come in soon with cargo and
crew though they have. been asking the
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 hubbub and hustle Of the wharf,
and climbs a fight of stairs TO where
The briggs owners 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 m ch as to say: Poor
thing! she's mad! No wonder, no Won
derl'
Madl 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, her husband and the father of
this child. God of Heayenl why does
he stay away from her so long?
lis the Good Luck in yet?n she asks
If a clerk.
Not yet, ma'am?"
''She's expected, o. course, tO-day?"
''Of course"
There's a vessel coming in now. I
see the tall masts. Look lOOkw point
ing out of the Office window to theriver
front. maybe that's It'll Ellie, dear,
IOOkI there's fathers vessel, with faith
er on board!
The child clasps her little hands at
the sight.
Sorry to say that amt it, ma'am,"
says the clerk, relaxing into lis caIcu-
Iations, and paying no more attention
to the woman.
She stares out of the open window
at the approaching vessel drawn by a
tug, and then with a blank look upon
her face and a moan that is heart-rend-
ing, says:
No, Ellie, mol ThatisnOt the Good
Luck. 1 see the figure head; the, fig
ure head of the Good Luck is an angel:
white and gold angel. No, no, that
isnti it."
''But papa will come home soon,
won't he, mammal" whispers the
child.
:'Yes, yes, yesI To-day, my darling,
to-day"
Old Mr.. Tawman, who is the head Of
the establishment here, now comes
from behind his desk, and approaching
the woman, says in a kindly tone:
Mrs. Setter, sit down; make your
self as comfortable as you can in a dingy
office like this. Here little one, come
here; give me kiss. A bright, pretty
little dear, Mrs. Setter"
She looks pale" said the mother.
'' She is tired she has been walking too
much"
Mamma, l don't mind walking TO
find father. I'm not tired."~
The old gentleman sits down and lifts
the little girl on his knee and kisses
her.
She winds her arm about his neck and
exclaims:
you'll tell my papa to come soon,
wOn'tyou?"
" Yes, dear"
1t was the habit of this firm to pay a
sort Of pension monthly to the widows
Of captains who were lost in their ser
vice. 1t was not much of a stipend,
being only half pay, butit was certainly
a blessing in very many cases. Mrs.
Setter had always received herhusband's
money here, while he was at sea, or it
was sent to her when she was sick, OF
the weather bad.
s. All, Mr.. Tawman, I'm sure the Good
Luck will be in tO-day!"
Certainly it will What's to hinder
it ?'' he answers.
He puts the child down and goes over
to his desk, and unlocking a drawer he
takes out an account book and begins
writing a receipt. Then goes over into
the cashiers room. While he is there
the telegraph clerk calls him over.
Click, cHcki,y, click goes the magic
instrument, repeating its dot and dash
message.
Hear that says the operator.
" That's news for your The proprie-
tor could read every word by its sound.
"It's like a message from God" says
Mr.. Tawman, reyerently. = mustnOt
tell her.
lie comes back to where the woman
is sitting, his face flushed with emotion;
some strange excitement. He throws
into her lap a bundle of bank notes.
"Here, little One," says the good
hearted Tawman, heres something
for you to buy candies with" He puts
into her tiny outstTetched palm bright
quarter Of a dollar, and laughs at the
wonder and delight Of the little recipf-