Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-01-27

and sinks into slumber in an instant.
"Now, Mrs Shelter you've had no din
ner,' says Tawman.
"Oh, yes sir "
YESTERDAY, perhaps, but mean to-day.
Go down with Mr.. Pelton, there, our young
man, and get something TO cat. You see
We have arrangements for the comforts 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
I chicken, and all that Then, pausing a
! moment, as If propriety 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 betrerl" The young man leaves the
room. Then MIR. Tawman enters the Of
/ flee again and consults the telegraph op-
orator.
''Send this message at once, Mr.. Lind
say, if you please" He writes something,
and the operator clicks it off at ohce. It's
long message, very long message in-
deed; but the Presidents message itself is
not half so important so interesting 10
those whom 1t concerns.
Then by the time the message Is sent,
the dinner is ready In Mr.. Tawman's
private office, when Mrs. Shelter partakes
of II, but does not think proper 10 waken
! the weary child that she may eat also.
Then Mr. Tawman says: "Now, you
had better go. III see TO the child; I'll
brihg the little girl up with me to night"
mo, mol" exclaims the mother al
must have my Ellie with me always, sir.
You are SO very good, though, sir; SO very
goodl And is there no news Of the Good
Lucki"
''Not word, I'm sorry 10 say"
at can't be possible. The brig must
come In to-day"
'I'm sure 1 hope SO, with all my heart
and soul, Mrs. Shelter"
81 know you do, she responds, with q
sigh.
Now 60. I'm sorry you lave to waken
the child, but suppose you can't help 1t. !"
'Come, Ellie" says the mother, touch
ing her lightly on the shoulder.
The child with start awakens and
cries, 'Is it my papal Dear, dear papa!"
Then, seeing her disappointment 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 to the sobbing
child; and the mother catching her hand
walks slowly and sadly away, followed by
Mr.. Tawman, who lifts the little girl down
stairs and helps both her and her mother
into car.
The next morning the woman Is again
lettering about the wharves with the same
agsniZed inquiry. She again puts the
question 10 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:
"Has the brig Good Luck come in yetf'
'Not yet, 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.. 1awman comes, as usual,
he greets her very kindly, and kisses the
little girl and says:
"I'm sorry the brig isn't In yeti"
"Will it be in to-dayl"
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 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, mol" adds Mr. Tawman; that's
not the Good Luck"
| ut is! 1t isI'' She darts flom the office,
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 purpose,
however. All the clerks cluster about the
window to watch her.
"The woman is madl" says one. ''She
Is going to drown herself"
Tawman says quietly to the telegraph
operator:
'It's the Mary"
The schooner is being towed up the
river by 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 her handkerchief, and the little girl
Is waving hers.
Look! look! therel There's a man over
board" cried one of the clerks A cry of
alarm goes up from the wharf.
"Heavensl" exclaimed Mr.. Tawman,
thoroughly aroused. "What does that
meant"
Hes swimming like a fish," says a
clerk.
"He has landed. Hark at the cheers!"
"Lookl look!" shouted the operators.
''She is hugging him; 80 Is the little girl.
It's Captain Shelter!"
THANK God" exclaimed Tawmau, ''and
pray heaven she may not sink under the
shock. Poor woman. How she clIngs to
the drenched man. Dearl dearl
Then he puts on his hat and runs down
the steps like a boy, and darts over tC
where husband and wife and child at
united and happy.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, shaking the cap
tain by the hand, and not caring for The
gaping and wondering crowd all arounC
him; ''this Is good luck, isn't it, ehG DID
you get my telegram2"
When the man can speak he answers:
eyes"
81 planned it alll'' chatters old Tawman
''You see got dispatch yesterday from
the Breakwater, saying that Captain
Shelter had been picked up on raft BY
the schooner Mary. | told her in the Ca
yesterday that the brig would come in
Al M