The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-01-18

light Of the little recipient.
IN keep this for my papa"
foor little thing, she Is weary unto
sleep. She cuddles herself In the big ellall
| aud sinks into slunber In an instant.
"Now, Mrs. Shelter, you've had no din
ner," says Tawman.
"Oh, yes, sir"
Yesterday, perhaps, but mean to-day
20 down with Dir. Pelton, there, our young
man, and get somethingSto oat. You sec
We have arrangements for tho comforts OF
our clerks. We give them hot dinner
and good dinner too. There's nobody
there
500 down there and ask tho waiter
George" addressing Mr. Pelton, whom be
had summoned, "lo give this good lady O
cup Of tea und picco of toast, some
chicken, and all that" Then, pausing q
moment, us If propricty and philanthropy
are struggling for mastery In his mind.
mo, no, George. Tell Henderson to
send the dinner up into the room here,
that's bctler!" The young man leaves the
room. Then MIR. Tawlnan enters the Of
tice again aud consults the telegraph op-
orator.
Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
say, If you please" Ho writes something,
and the operator clicks IL OFF at once. It's
long message, a very long message in
deed; but the Presidents message itself Is
not halt 80 important, 50 interesting to
those whom 1t concerns.
Then by the time the message Is sent,
the dinner Is ready in MIR. Tawman's
private office, when Mrs. Shelter partalecs
OF it, but does not think proper to waken
tho weary child that che may eut also.
Then Dir. Tawman says: "NOw, you
had better 60. I'll see to the child; I'll
brihg the little girl up with me to-nigh ="
''No, moi" exclaims the mother. "l
must have my Ellie with me always, sir.
You arc 80 very good, though, sir; 10 very
goodl And Is there no news of the Good
Luck2'
"Not word, Pm sorry to say"
ut can't bo possible. The brig must
come in to day"
"lm sure 1 hope 30, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Shelter"
81 know you do." she responds, with a
sigh.
"Now go. I'm sorry you lave to waken
the child, but suppose you can't help it. "
'Comc, Ellie" says the mother, touch
ing her lightly OH tho shoulder.
The child with start awakcns and
cries, "Is it my papaa Dear, dear papal"
Then, seeing her disappointment, she
burst into tears.
Don't cry, dear, don't cry. The brig
will como in. Don t cryl" Tho good old
man speaks soothingly to tho sobbing
child; and the mother catching her hand
walks slowly and sadly away, followed by
Dir. Tawman, who lifts the little girl down
stairs and helps both her and her mother
into u car.
The next morning tho woman Is again
lettering, about the wharves with the same
agSnizcd inquiry. She again puts the
question to the wharfmen, and again only
receives the same answer. Then, as be-
fore, she seeks the office of the brig own
ers, still accompanied by her little girl,
and asks:
elias the brig Good Luck como In YETI"
"Not yet, ma'am."
She sighs and looks out of the window
at the shipping. She says she will wait
for MIR. Tawman, and sits down.
When Mr. 1awman comes, as usual,
he grcets her very kindly, and kisses the
little girl and says:
I'm sorry the brig isn't in yeti"
'Will 1t be in to- day2"
81 hope So" And he goes behind his
desk and looks over his letters. He has
not long been engaged in his correspond
ence when scream from the woman
startles him.
She has risen and is pointing cxcitedIy
out of the window.
'11cre Is a ship coming IN, look, lookl"
"Thats not 1t" says clerk, "that's q
schooner"
ooh, no!' adds Mr.. Tawman; "that's
not the Good Luck.
ut is! 1t isl' She darts fl ON the office,
dragging the child after her, runs across
the bustling wharf out to the very edge of
the water.
Alr. Tawman rushed to the window,
opens it, and calls to her. TO no purpose,
however. All the clerks cluster about the
window to watch her.
''The woman is mad!" says one. tShc
Is going to drown herself"
Tawmau says quietly TO the telegraph
operator:
otis the Mary
The schooner Is being towcd up tho
river by a tug. She Is making preparations
to anchor in the stream opposite the wharf.
All this time Mrs. Shelter is standing in
the midst Of a crowd of excited people
waving hSh hsh>1hoiShlCiS uuU LuC lllIlC x III
ls waving hers.
''Lookl look! thercl There's man over
bOardl" cried one of the clerks. A cry of
alarm goes up from the wharf.
''Heavensl" exclaimed Mr.. Tawman,
thoroughly aroused. "What does that
meant"
"lIe's swimming like fish, says n
clerk.
''I1e has landed. Hark at the cheersl"
"Lookl look!" shouted the operators.
''She IS hugging him; SO IL the little girl.
It's Captain Shelter!''
"Thank Godl" exclaimed Tawman, "andi
pray heaven sho may not sink under the
shock. Poor woman. How she cllngs TO
the drencled man. Dearl dearl'
Then he puts on his hat and runs down
tho steps like boy, and darts over to
where husband and wife and child ar G
united and happy.
"Ahl" 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 1t, chi Did
you get my telegram2"
When the man can speak he answers:
eyes"
HI nlanncd II a)l,h chattere OH TaWman