The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1879-06-12

You arc very good, though, sir; so very
good. And is there no news of the Good
Luck!"
.'Nota word, am sorry to say
1T can't be possible. The brig must
come in to-day
I'm sure I hope SO, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs Shelter"
F.. Il know you do" she responded with
Il sigh.
Now 30. 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, is it my papa: Dear, dear
papa, a., =, s-,.- g Q
Then. seeing her fdisappointlhent, she
burst into tears.
Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The brig
Will come in. Don't cry.'' The good
Old man speaks soothingly 70 the sobblng
child; and the mother, catching her
hand, walks slowly and sadly away, fol
lowed by Mr.. Tawman, who lifts the llt-
tie girl down and helps both her and her
mother into a. car. ... ,r,- ~-.--...--
The next morning the woman is again
lettering about the wharves with the same
agonized inquiry. She again puts the
question to the whartman, and again only
receives the same answer. Then, as be-
fore she seeks the office of the brig own
crs, still accompanied by the little girl,
and asks:
Has the brig Good Luck come in
yctE'
Not vet, 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 lgrcets her very kindly, kisses the little
girl and says:
I'm sorry the brig isn't in yet
will it be in to-day:'
Il hope So And he goes behind his
desk and looks over his letters. He has
not long been engaged in his correspond
encc when scream from the woman
startles him.
Sh" has risen ana is pointing cxcitcdly
out Of the window
Here is a ship coming III, look look ~
mai uOt II, SAY Il ClcTk, 'i!lal Il
schooner"
"Oh no." adds Mr. 1'awman; "that's not
the Good Luck
1T is, It is" She darts from the OF:
fee. dragging the child after her. runs
across the bustling harf out to the very
edge of the water. ~
''N[r 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 tlc telegraph
operator:
Its the Mary"
The schooner is being lowed up the
river by a 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 4 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. \ cry
of alarm goes up from the wharf.
''Hcavens." exclaimed Mr.. Tawman,
thoroughly aroused. What does that
mcanE'
Hes swimming Ink" fish, says Il
clerk
''He has landed IIark 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,
land pray heaven She may not sink under
the shock Poor woman How she
clings to the drcnched man. Dear.
dear
Then he puts on his hat and runs
down the steps like a boy. and darts over
to where husband and wife and child are
united and happy.
All" 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"
When the man can speak he answers:
Yes
II planned it all" chatters old Taw-
man. You seeI got a dispatch yestcr-
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,
cap, we'll have 4 talk about business.
Come on.