Daily globe., 1879-06-08
good! And is there no news of the Good

good! And is there no news of the Good
Lucks"
"Nota word, am sorry to say"
ut can't be possible. The brig must
come in to-day"
Pm sure I hope SO, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Shelter"
II know you do" she responded with
sigh.
"Now go. I'm sorry you have to
waken the child, but Isuppose you can't
help it,
1Comc, Ellie," says the mother, touch
ing her lightly on the shoulder.
The child with start awakens and
cries, SIS it my papa9 Dear, dear
papa!''
Then, seeing her disappointment, she
burst into tears.
"Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The brig
old man speaks soothingly to the sobblng
child; and the mother, catching her
hand, walks slowly and sadly away, fol
lowed by Mr.. Tawman, who lifts the lit
tie girl down and helps both her and her
mother into a car.
The next morning the woman is again
lettering about the wharves with the same
agonized inquiry. She again puts the
question to the wharfman, and again only
receives the same answer. Then, as be-
fore she seeks the Office of the brig own
ers, still accompanied by the little girl,
| and asks:
elias the brig Good Luck come in
yet2"
"Not yet, ma'am."
| She sighs and looks out of the window
at the shipping She says she will wait
for Mr.. Tawman, and sits down.
When Mr.. Tawman comes in, as usual,
he greets her very kindly, kisses the little
girl and says:
"1'm sorry the brig isn't in yet!''
"Will it be in to-day?" t-
II 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
star ties him.
She has risen and is pointing excitedly
out Of the window.
"Here is ship coming IN, look ! look -
"That's not it." says clerk, 'that's a
schooner"
"Oh no!' adds Mr.. Tawman; "that's not
the Good Luck"
"It is! It isl" She darts from the of:
fee, dragging the child after her, runs
across the bustling wharf out to the very
edge of the water
"Mr. Tawman rushed to the window
opens it, and calls to her. To no pnr.
pose, however. All the clerks cluster
about the window to catch her.
"The woman is mad!'' says one, "She
is 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 prepara
tions to anchor in the stream opposite thu
wharf. All this time Mrs. Shelter i!
standing in the midst of crowd of ex
cited people waving her handkerchief
and the little girl is waving hers.
Look! look! there! There's man over
board!' cried one Of the clerks. A CRY
of alarm goes up from the wharf.
"Heavens!' exclaimed Mr.. Tawman
thoroughly aroused. ''What does tina
mean?"
"He's swimming like fish, says
clerk.
l ''He has landed. Hark at the cheers !!
'Look look!" shouted the operators
"She is hugging him; so is the little girl
It's Captain Shelter"
''Thank God! exclaimed Tawman
"and pray heaven she may not sink unde
the shock. Poor woman. How sh'
. clings to the drenched man. Dear
dearp'
Then he puts on his hat and run
down the steps like boy, and darts owe
to where husband and wife and child ar
united and happy.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, shaking the cap
tain by the hand, and not caring for tn
1 gaping and wondering crowd all aroun'
him; "this is good luck, isn't it, eh? .Di,
r you get my telegram2"
When the man can speak he answers
r eyes"
e ~ planned it all!' chatters old Taw
s man. "You see 1 gotta dispatch yestel
G that the brig would come in, and com
e in it did. Over to the Office, every on
of you, and after dinner and dry clothes
c cap, we'll have talk about business
J. Come on.