The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1879-12-25


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as before, she seeks the office Of the BRIG
owners, still accompanied by her little
girl and asks:
Has the brig Good Luck come IL
yet2'
Not yet, ma'am.'
She sighs and looks out of the window
at The shipping. She says she will wai'
for Mr.. Tawman, and sits down.
When Mr.. Tawman comes in, as usual
he greets her very kindly, and kisses the
little girl, and says
'I'm sorry the brig isn't in yet
will it be in to-dayP
L hope so.'
And then he goes behind his desk and
looks over his letters. He has not long
been engaged in his correspondence
when a scream from the woman startles
him. She had risen and is pointing ex'
citedly out of the window.
Here is a ship coming in, look look!'
That's not it, says a clerk, "that is a
schooner
'Oh, no, adds Mr.. Tawman, that is not
the Good Luck
1T is, it is
She darts from the Office, dragging the
child after her, runs across the busting
wharf to the very edge of the water, Mr..
Tawman rushes to the window, opens it
and calls to her. To no purpose, how
ever. All the clerks cluster around the
window to catch sight of her.
The woman is mad, says one. She's
going to drown herself.'
Tawman says quietly to the telegraph
operator:
1t it the Mary?'
The schooner is being towed up the
river by tug. She is making prepara-
tions to anchor in the stream opposite
the wharf. All this time Mrs. Shelter is
standing in the midst of crowd of ex-
cited people waving handkerChiefs, and
the little girl is waving hers.
Look, look there. There's man
overheard 7 cried one of the clerks. A
cry of alarm goes up from the wharf,
Heavens ? exclaimed Mr.. Tawman,
thoroughly aroused. What does that
mean p
He is swimming like a fish, says a
clerk.
He has landed, Listen to the cheers
Look, lookW shouted the operator.
'Sheis hukging him; so is the little girl.
It's Capt, abelterP
Thank Godp exclaimed Tawman,
and pray heaven she may not sink un-
der the shock. Poor woman How she
clings to the drenched man! Dear,
dearp
Then he puts on his hat and runs
down the steps like boy, and darts over
to where husband and wife and child
are united and happy.
'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 p
When the man can speak he answers:
'Yes.'
I planned it allp chatters old Taw-
man. You see l got a dispatch yester-
day from the Breakwater, saying that
Capt. Shelter had been picked up on a
raft by the schooner Mary l told 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 on