The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-12-15
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ci,y. The woman is plainly dressed. but
evidently IN her besi attire. and there -
touch 81 eeeulity in her tinery. real lace
collar. relic Of better days. peshaps; tue
mari ear rings aud neat gloves. The child
il neatly dressed. and as she clasps the
WOMAN = hand. locks love 8, her guardian
but the womsn's face is not at It's best
nov, there is an anguishea expression up
on il; care worn look faint Wrinkle up
on the pale forehead that ages her and
lessons tie charm Of her features.
She is inquiring Of the dock men, steve
dores, Of the louugers about the wharSes,
whether the brig Good l. rex has come IN.
She always receives the same reply to her
eager questions, and that reply is, that the
brig GOOD Lie, has been lost month ago.
dashed on lee shore, ground to pieces by
the sea, aud will never come in--noyer---
neyermofe.
II they told her, she wouldn't believe
them, for this woman add child have su'
preme faith--feel as sure as God rules
that the brig Good Lick will come in soon
with cargo and crew, though they have
been asking the same question and breath
| ing the same praye for many aud many II
day.
Then she goes across the street and
winds her way among the boxes and pass
ing carts. aud through all the hubbub and
bistle OF the wharf. and climbs fight OF
stairs to where the brig owners have Their
Office. They smile sadly as she enters
with the child, and look Significantly at one
another, as much as 10 say; Poor thing;
she's mad! No wonder, no wouder
Mad! Yes, she is mad with hope de-
ferred. with anxiety to meet her husband
Caleb Setter, master of the brig Good Lex,
her husband and father OF this child
God OF heaven! why does he stay from her
so long?
Is the Good Luck in YETI she asks OF
clerk.
Not yet, maam.
She's expected OF course, to-day2
OF course.
There's vessel comiag now. l see the
tall masts. Loodl Look! she said, point
inc out of the office window 10 the river
front. May be that's it. Ellie. dear
look there's father vessel, with father on
boa d!
The child clasps her little hands at the
sight
Sorr, to say that isat it, ma'am, says
the clerk relapsing into his calculations
and paying no more attention to the wo-
man.
She stares out of the open window at The
approaching vessel drGwa by tug, and
the with blank look upon her face and q
moan tba was heart-:ending, says:
No, Ellie, mol That S not the Goot
Luck. see tbe fguee-head; the figurel'
head OF the Good Luck Is an angel; white
and gold angel. No, no; that isn't it.
But papa will come home sooa' woa''
he mamma? whispers the child.
Yes, yes, yes. To-day my dariiIg' to
day.
Old NJ. Tawmaa. ~lo il the head o.
II establishment here, now comes fr"m
bel ind his desk, and approaching the wo
man, says in kindly tone;
MIS-. Setter, sit down; make yourself
comic rtab'e as you Gao in dingy oihc'
ike this Here. little one, come here; give
me kiss. bright, pretty title dear
Mrs, Setter.
She looks pale, said her mother. Sh4
is tried; she has been walking too much
Mamma, don't mind walking to find
father. I'm 80 tired.
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:
Youll tell papa to come soon, won't
you?
Yes, dear.
Ii was the habit OF this firm to pay a
sort Of pension monthly to the widows Of
captains who were lost in their service. 1t
was not much. OF stipend, being half, but
it was certaialy blessing in many cases.
Mrs. Setter had always received her hus-
bands money here, while he was at sea, or
it was sent to her when she was sick, or
the weather was bad.
All, Mr.. Tawman, I'm sure the Cool
Luck will lie in to-day.
Certainly it will What's 70 binder it?
He puts the child down and goes over
to his desk, and unlocking his drawer he
takes out his account book aud begins
writing receipt Then goes over to the
cashiers While he is there the telegraph
clerk calls him over.
Click, clckity, clickl goIs the magic
instrument repeating lis dot aud dash
message.
Hear that? inquiries the operator. That
is news for youl
The proprietor could read every word
by sound.
Its like message from God. said Mr..
Tawman, revenntly, ] must not tell her.
He comes back 10 where the woman is
sitting. his face is flushed with emotion;
some strange excitement. He thows into
hes lap "a bundle Of bank notes.
i There, Mrs. Setter, now go home; take a
car at the door
Oh, Tn not tired. and should like 10
be here when .he brig comes 10. But
thank you 10 much, so much.
Here, little one, says the good-hearted
Tawman, here's something for you 10 buy
candies with. H. puts into the tiny out
stretched palm bright quarter OF dol