The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1867-04-11

on little, working at night on any JOD
he could earn few extra shillings by;
running errands in his noontide hour
of rest, and talking to any one who
would listen to his one great hope: and
of Nora and Jamesy.
AT first the men, who prided them
selves on being all Americans, and on
turning out the best work in the city,
made a sort Of butt of Conner, whose
wild Irish ways and verdancy were in
deed often laughable. But he won
their hearts at last, and when, one day,
mounting a work bench, he shook his
little bundle, wrapped in red kerchief,
before their eyes, and shouted, Look,
boys, I've got the whole at last. I'm
going to bring Nora and Jamesy over
at last. Whoroo I've got it! All
felt sympathy in his JOY, and each
grasped his great hand in cordial con-
gratulations, and one proposed to treat
all round, and drink a good voyage to
Nora.
They parted in merry mood, most
ofthe men going to comfortable homes.
But poor Conner's resting place was a
low lodging house, where he sharen q
crazy garret with four other men, and
the joy of his heart the poor fellow eS-
hibited his handkerchief, with his hard
earned savings tied up in a hard wad
in the middle, before he put it under
his pillow and fell asleep. When he
wakened in the morning he found his
treasure gone. Some villain, more con-
temptable than the most bad men are,
had robbed him.
At first Conner could not even be-
leve it lost. He searched every cor
ner of the room, shook his quilts and
blankets, and begged those about
him, to quit joking, and give it back
But at last he realized the trlth.
Is any man that bad that it's thaved
from me 2 he asked in breathless
way:
Boys is any man that bad?
And some one answered:
No doubt of it, Conner. It's stole
Then Conner put his head down
upon his hands and wept, and lifted up
his voice, and wept. 1t was one Of
those sights which men never forget.
1t seemed more than he could bear to
have Nora and his child put, as he ex-
pressed it, months away from him a.
gain.
But when he went to work that day,
it seemed to all who saw him that he
had picked up new determination. His
hands were never idle. His fate seem
ed to say I'll have Nora with me yet
At noon he scratched out letter blot
ted and very strangely scrawled, tell
ing, Nora what had happened, land those
who observed him noticed that he had
no meat with his dinner. Indeed, from
that moment he lived on bread, pota-
toes and cold water, and worked as few
men ev er worked before. 1t grew to
be the talk Of the shop, and now that
sympathy was excited, every one want
ed to help Conner Jobs were thrown
in his way, kind words and friendly
wishes helped him nightly. But no
power could make him share the food
or drink of any other workman That
seemed a kind Of charity to him. Still
he was helped along.-A present from
Mr., BaWn, at pap-day, set Nora, as he
said, "a week nearer and this and that
and the other added to the little hoard
It grew faster than the first, land Con
ner's heart was not SO heavy. At last,
before he had hoped it, he was once
more able to say, I'm going to bring
thin over and showed his handker-
chief, in which, as before, he had tied
up his savings, this time, however, only
to his friend. Cautious among stran-
gers, he hid the treasure, and kept his
vest tightly buttoned over it night and
day until the tickets were bought and
sent. Then every man, woman and
child capable Of hearing knew that No
ra and her baby were coming
There was John Jones, who had more
of the brute in his composition than
usually falls to the lot Of man-even
he, who had coolly hurled his hammer
across the shop at an Offenders head,
missing him by a hairs breadth, would
spend ten minutes in the noon hour in
reading the Irish news to Conner
There was Tom Baker the meanest man
amongst the number, who had never
been known to give any thing to any
one before, absolutely hartered an old
jacket for a pair of gilt vases, which
peddler brought in his basket to the
shop, and presented them to Conner
for his Nora's mantlepiece. And there
was idle Dick, the apprentice, who ac-
tually worked two hours on Conner's
work, when illness kept the Irishman
at home one day. Conner felt this
kindness, and returned it whenever it
was in his power, and theedays flew by
and brought, at last. a letter from, his
wife. sc .ail.t - -"
She would start as he desired, and
she was well and so was the, boy, and
might the Lord bring them safely to
each others arms, and bless those who
had been so kind to him. That was
the substance Of the epistle which Con-
ner proudly assured his fellow work
men Nora wrote herself She had liv-
ed at service with a good old lady, who
had given her an education, the items
Of which Conner told upon his fingers
The radin', that's wan, and the writin'.
that's two, land the figures, that's three,
and moreover, she knows all woman
can Then he looked up at his fellow
workmen with tears in his eyes, and
asked:
DO We wondher the time seems long
betune me and her, boys?
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