Stevens County tribune. (Morris, Minn.) 1877-1880, 1879-06-12

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read every word by its sound,
"It's like message from God, says
Mr.. Tawman, reverently. 81 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
to her lap bundle of bank notes.
"There, Mrs. Shelter, now go home.
Take car at the door,"
ooh, I'm not tired. And I should like
to be here when the brig comes in. But
thank you so much, so much
''Here, little one," says the good-heart-
ed Tawman, "here's something for you to
buy candies with" He puts into her
tiny outstretched hand bright quarter
of dollar, and laughs at the wonder and
delight of the little recipient.
sIll keep this for my papa"
Poor little thing, she is weary unto
sleep. She cuddles herself in the big
chair and sinks into slumber 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 see we have arrangements for the
comfort of our clerks. We give them
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, "to give this good lady
a cup of tea and piece of toast, some
chicken, and all that" Then, pausing
moment, as if propriety and philanthro-
ply are struggling for mastery in his
mind.
"No, 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 consults the operator.
''Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
say, if you please" He writes something,
and the operator clicks it off at once. It's
long message, very long message, in
deed; but the Presidents message itself
is not half so important, so interesting to
those whom it concerns. ..
Then by the time the message is sent,
the dinner is ready in Mr.. Tawman's pri-
vate office, when Mrs. Shelter partakes Of
it but does not think proper to waken the
weary child that she may eat also.
Then Mr.. Tawman says: "Now, you
had better go. I'll see to the child; I'll
bring the little girl no with me to-
night"
"No, now exclaimed the mother. 1
must have my Ellie with me always, sir.
You are very good, though, sir; so very
good! And is there no news of the Good
Luck?"
"Not word, am sorry to say"
SIT can't be possible. The brig must
como in to-day"
I'm sure I hope so, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Shelter"
81 know you d." she responded with
a sigh.
"Now 60 I'm sorry you have to
waken the child, but Isuppose you can't
help it."
"Come, Ellie" says the mother, touch
ing her lightly ON the shoulder.
The child with a start awakens and
cries, SIS it my papa? Dear, dear
papar'
Then, seeing her disappointment, she
burst into tears.
''Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The brig
will come in. "Don't cryr" The good
old man speaks soothingly to the sobbing
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 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 signs 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:
"I'm sorry the brig isn't in yeti"
ssWill it be in to-day?"
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
startles 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 nor adds Mr.. Tawman; ''that's not
the Good Luck"
cit isl It is!' 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 cluste,
about the window to catch her.
1.-THE woman is mad!' says one, "She
is going to drown herself"
Tawman says quietly to the telegraph
operator:
aIt's the Mary"
The schooner is being lowed up thu
river by a tug. She is making prepare
tions to anchor in the stream opposite the
wharf. All this time Mrs. Shelter i,
standing in the midst of a crowd of ex
cited people waving her handkerchief
and the little girl is waving hers.
Look looki therel There's man over
boardi" cried one of the clerks. A cry
of alarm goes up from the wharf.
"Heavensl" exclaimed Mr.. Tawman
thoroughly aroused. "What does tina
meant"
L
"He's swimming like fish, says
clerk.
"He has landed. Hark at the cheers 7
"Looki lookr' shouted the operators