The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-12-10

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gel. No, no that isn't it,
But papa will soon come home
won't he, mamma?' whispered the
child.
Old Mr.. Tawman, who is the
head Of the establishment here,
now comes from behind the desk,
and, approaching the woman, says
in a kindly tone:
Mrs. Setter, sit down; make
yourself as comfortable as you can
in dingy Office like this. Here,
little one, come here give me a
kiss. A bright, pretty little dear,
Mrs. Setter.
She looks pale,' said the moth
or She is tired ; she has been
walking too much
The old gentleman sits down
and lifts the little girl on his knee
and kisses her.
She winds her arms about his
neck and exclaims
You'll tell my papa to come
soon, won't you?'
Yes, dear
It was the habit Of this firm to
pay a sort ofpension monthly to
the widows Of captains who were
lostin their service. It was not
much of a stipend, being only half
pay, but it was certainly blessing
in very many cases. Mrs. Setter
had always received her husbands
money here, while he was at sea,
or it was sent to her when she
was sick or the weather was bad.
'Ah, Mr.. Tawman, I'm sure the
Good Luck will be in to-day
Certainly 1t will. What's to
hinder it?' be answers.
He puts the child down and
goes over 10 his desk, and unlock
ing his drawer he takes out an &C.
count-book and begins writing q
receipt. Then goes over into the
Cashiers room. While be is there
the Telegraph Clerk calls him
over.
Click, clickity click goes the
magic instrument repeating its
dot and dash message.
Hear that?' says the operator
'That's news for your The pro
prietor could read every word by
it's sound.
It's like a message from God,
says Mr.. Tawman, reverently. 4
must not tell her
He comes back to where the
woman is sitting, his face is flush
cd with emotion; some strange
excitement. He throws into her
lap bundle of bank notes.
There, Mrs. Setter, now &C
home. Take a car at the door
oh, I'm not tired. And I should
like to be here when the brig
comes in. But [ thank you sc
much, so much
Here, little one, says the good
hearted Tawman, here's some
thing foryou to buy candies with.
He puts into her tiny outstretch
ed hand a bright quarter of a dol
lar, and laughs at the wonder anc
delight of the little recipient.
III keep this for my papa
Poor little thing, she is weary
unto sleep. She cuddles herself
in the big char and sinks intt
slumb Der in an instant.
Now, Mrs. Setter, you've hao
no dinner says Tawman.
tOh, yes. SIR
Yesterday, perhaps, but I NEAR
today. 60 down with Mr.. Pei
ton there, our young man, an(
get something to eat. You SCI
we have arrangements for thf
comforts of our clerks. We Civ
them a hot dinner, and a good din
| ner, too. There's nobody there
Go down there and ask th'
waiter, George addressing MI
Pelton, whom he had summoned
TO give this good lady cup o
tea and a piece of toast, som
chicken and all that Then paus
ing a moment, as if propriety AM
philanthropy are struggling TO
mastery in his mind.
No, no, George. Tell Hender
son to send the dinner up into tn
room here; that's better? Th
young man leaves the room The
Mr.. Tawman enters the Office agal
and ooncnIts the tnlopraDh opera