The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1879-06-12
when the Ship Comes In.


I,omaE is plainly dressed. but evidently
IN her hest attire and there as a touch O
centility in her 6nery. in the real lace
collar, relics OF better days, perhaps, the
pearl :,r-rings and the neat gloves. The
diiid il neatly dressed, too, AS she clasp:
th!. woman's hand. looks love al her guar
dian. Hut the wOman's face is not at It's
best no" Il c;irewUrn look. and faint
wrinkle upon the pale forehead that ages
hes and lessons the charm of her features
She is inquiring of the lockmcn, of the
stt..yedNres, of the ioungerS about the
wl;arves, whether the brig Good Luck has
come in She always receives the same
reply to her eager question, for the brig
GC,1d Luck has been lost a month ago
dashed on a lee shore. and ground to
p.,;ces bv the sea, and will never come in
--:Aeyer--never more.
If thew told her. she wouldn't believe
tim, for the woman and her child have
sIiireme faith that the brig Good Luck
will come in soon with cargo and crew,
though they have been asking the same
question and same prayer Tor many and
ma;y day. tSzE 90 =
Then she goes across the street and
winds her way along the bales and boxes
and passing carts, and through all the
h,ihbub and bluster OF the wharf. and
climbs a flight of stairs 70 where the brig
owners have their office. They a:c used
to; seeing her They smile sadly when
she enters with the child, and look signif
casfly at one another, ass much rs to say
"F.5or thing. she 5 mad. No wonder, no
wdnder,,"
Nfad9 Yes, she is mad with hope de-
ferrad,' with anxiety to meet her hus-
ban.l. Caleb Shelter, master OF the Dlly
Goou Luck to meet the master of the
bri;ys her husband and the father of her
chHd. Why does he stay away from her
so long?
rs the Good Luck in yet" she asks OF
.:Sot vet mafam.'' : = ,
'::She is expected, OF course, to-day"
':Of course
'FTheres a vessel coming in now. | See
the tall masts. Look. Look.' pointing
out tf the office window to the river front.
liza Ebe that's it, Ellie, dear, look !.
there's fathers vessel, with father on
bOsrs"'
Th5e child clasps her little hands at the
sight. ..-. .....gs. ....-
Sorry to say thar amt it ma am, says
the clerk, rclapsing into his calculations
and paying no more attention to the wo-
mar.
She stares out of the open window at
the approaching vessel drawn by Il tug
and taen wish blank look upon her face,
and a moan that IS heart rendering, says {:
NO, Ellie, no. That is not the Good
Luck: SEE the figure head. The figure
head of Good Luck is an angel: a white
and gold angel. No, no. that isn't"
''BEt papa will soon come home, won't
he niamma.' whispered the child.
O:d Mr. Tawman. who is the head of
the Establishment, here gave her a kiss.
''Abtlght, pretty little dear, Mrs. Shelter y
'S.h: looks pale" said the mother.
She III tired: she has been walking too
much: The old gentleman sits down
and IFS the little girl on hi7 knee and
kisses her
She winds her arms about his neck and
sxs4!;:'''i: s4::'' tel my pap, +, com. son. won't
you?'e>
"Yus, dear
1t was the habit of this tirl8 10 pay a
sort OF pension monthly to the widows of
captains who were lost in their service.
1t was not much of stipend, being only
half-pay, but it as certainly the bless
ing il. very many cases. Mrs. Shelter
had always received her husbands 5 money
here, while he was at sea, or it was sent
TO her when she was sick or the weather
was bad
.'Al., Mr.. Tawman, I'm sure the Good
Luck will be in o-dav.'
"Certainly it will. What's to hinder
it," he ans sAcrs. E..
He puts the child down and goes over
to his desk, and unlocking his drawer he
takes sut an account book and begins
writing Il receipt. Then goes over into the
cashiers room. While he is there the
TELEGRAPH, clerk calls him over
Click, clickity click. goes the magic
instrument repeating its dot and mes
sage.
"Hear that! says the operator. That's
news fol you The proprietor could
read every word by its sound,
''It's ike message from God" says
Mr.. TaHman, revercntly. Il must not
tell her
He comes back to where the woman is
sitting. his face Is flushed with emotion
some strange excitement. He throws in
10 her zap bundle of bank notes.
There, Mrs Shelter, now go home
Take car at the door
"Oh, I'm not tired. And should like
to be here when the brig comes in. But
| thank sou so much, so much
Here, little one" says the good-Acart-
ed Tawman, ''hercs something for you to
buy ca 1dies with He puts into her
tiny oustretched hand bright quarter
of dollar, and laughs at the wonder and
delight of the little recipient
"I'll keep this for my papa
Poor little thing she is weary unto
sleep. She cucdles herself in the big
chair and sinks into slrmber in an instant.
Now, Mrs. Shelter, you've had no din
ner," says Tawmah.
''Oh. yes, sir
Yesterday, perhaps, but | mean to-
day. Go down with Mr.. Pelton, there.
our Young man. and get something to eat.
You sec we have arrangements for the
comfort Of our clerks. We give them a
hot dinner. and good dinner too. There S
nobody there
$50 down there and ask the waiter,
George" addressing Mr.. Pelton, whom he
had summoned. Ito give this good lady
a cup of tea and piece of toast. some
chicken. and ali that" Tnen, pausing a
moment, as if propricty and philanthro-
phy ale struggling for mastery in his
mind. -.
mo, no, George. Tell Henderson to
send the dinner up into the room here,
that's better" The young man leaves the
room. then Mr.. Tawman enters the
Office again and eonsults the operator,
''Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
say, if you please Hewrites something,
and the operator clicks it off at once. It's
a long message, a very long message, in
deed; but the Presidents message itself
IS not half so important, so interesting to
hose WHOM, II cnDcorps