Daily Republican., 1879-10-17

f, to her tiny outstretched hand brigh
, quarter of dollar, and laughs at th
wonder and delight Of the little rec
pient.
"I'll keep this for my papa"
Poor little thing, she is weary unit
sleep. She cuddles herself In the bi
chair and sinks into slumber in an In
slant.
"NCw, Mrs. Shelter, you've had n
dinner" says Tawman.
"oh, yes, SIR"
Yesterday, perhaps, but I mean to
day. Go down with Mr.. Peltor, there
our young man, and get something t
eat. You see we have arrangement
for the comforts Of our clerks. We Civ
them hot dinner, and a good dinner
too. There's nobody there"
"Go down there and ask the waiter
George" addressing Mr.. Pelton, whom
he had summoned, "to give this goot
lady cup of tea and piece Of toast
some chicken, and all that" Then
pausing a moment, as if propriety ant
philantrophy are struggling for master.
in his mind:
"No, no, George. Tell Henderson Il
send the dinner up into the room here
that's better!" The young man leave
the room. Then Mr.. Tawman enter
the Office again and consults the tele
graph operator.
'Send this message at once, Mr.
Lindsay, if you please" He writes
something, and the operator clicks i
off at once. It's long message, very
long message indeed; but the Presi
dents message itself is not half so i'm
portant, so interesting to those whom i
concerns.
Then by the time the message is sent
the dinner is ready in Mr.. Tawman''
private Office, when Mrs. Shelter par
takes of it, but does not think proper Il
waken the weary child that she may
eat also.
Then Mr.. Tawman say: "Now, yor
had better 60. I'll see to the child
I'll bring the little girl up with me to
night"
"No, no !" exclaims the MOTHER
81 must have my Ellie with ME always
sir. You are so very good, though, sir
10 very good And is there no news o
the Good Luck %
"Not a word, I'm sorry to say"
at can't be possible. The brig mus
come in to-day"
"I'm sure ! hope SO, with all my
hear. and soul, Mrs. Shelter"
know you do" she responds, will
sigh.
snow go. Pm sorry you have tt
waken the child, but l suppose you
can't help it,"
"Colne, Ellie," says the mother
touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The child with start awakens and
cries, ''Is it my papa! Dear, deal
papa !"
Then, seeing her disappointment
she burst into tears.
"Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The
brig will come in. Don't cry!" The
good old man speaks soothiugly to the
sobbing child and the mother catch.
ing her hand walks slowly ard sadly
away, followed by Mr.. Tawman, who
lifts the little girl down stairs 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 wharfmen, and
again only receives 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
yet ?"
"Not yet, ma'am."
She sighs and looks out the window
at the shipping. She say she will
wait for Mr.. Tawman, and then sits
down.
When Mr.. Tawman comes in as usual
he greets her kindly, and kisses the lit
lie girl, and says:
"I'm sorry the brig isn't in yeti"
"Will it be in to-day?"
81 hope so." And he goes behind
lis desk and looks over his letters. He
las not long been engaged in his cor
when a scream from the
woman startles him.
She has risen, and is pointing ex-
,itedly oAt Of the window.
"Here is ship coming in, look !
.ook ~
That's not it," says clerk; that's
4 schooner
ooh, no!' adds Mr.. Tawman; that's
not the Good Luck
at is 1t is She darts from the Of
ice, dragging the child after her, runs
ACROSS the wharf out to the very edge of
he water.
Mr.. Tawman rushes to the window,
opens it and calls to her. To no pur-
pose however. All the clerks cluster
sbout the window to watch her.
"The woman is mad!" said one. "She
s going to drown herself"
Tawman says quietly to the telegraph
operator:
otis the Mary
The schooner is being towed up the
liver by tug. She is making prepar-
ltions to anchor in the stream opposite
he wharf. All this time Mrs. Shelter
s standing ia the midst of crowd of
xcited people waving her handker-
hief, and the little girl is also waving
lers.
"Look look there! There's a man
verboard =" cried one of the clerks.
cry Of alarm goes up from the crowd
IL the wharf.
"Heavens!" exclaimed Mr.. Tawman,
aroused. "What does that
1ean?"