The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-08-13

could bear, to have Nora and his child
put" as he expressed it, months away
from him again. stt r.5-uh sss.
But when he went to work that day it
seemed to all who knew him that he had
picked up new determination. His
hands were never idle. His face seemed
to say, s"I'Il have Nora with me yet. At
noon he scratched out letter, blotted and
very strangely scrawled, telling Nora what
had happened; and those who observed
him had noticed that he had no meat with
lived on bread, potatoes and cold water,
and worked as few men ever worked be-
fore. 1t grew to be the talk of the shop,
and now, that sympathy was excited,
every one wanted 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 sort of charity to him.
Still he was helped along. A present
from Mr.. Bawn, at payday, set Nora, as
he said, "a week nearer" and this and
that and the other added to the little
hoard. 1t grew faster than the first, and
Connor's burden was not so heavy. At
last, before he hoped it, he was once more
able to say, "Pm going to bring them
over" and to show his handkerchief, in
which. as before, he tied up his earnings
this time, however, only to his friends.
Cautious among strangers, he hid his
treasure, and kept his vest buttoned over
it night and day until the ticket was
bought and sent. Then every man, woman
and child, capable of hearing and under
standing, knew that Nora and her baby
were coming. -6 -fs'
I1l, I,
of the brute in his composition than usual
ly falls to the lot of man-even he, who
had coolly hurled his hammer at an of
tenders head, missing him by hairs
breadth, would spend ten minutes in the
noon hour in reading the Irish news to
Common. There was Tom Barker, the
meanest man among the number, who
had never been known to give. anything
TO any one before, actually bartered an old
jacket for a pair of gilt vases which a
peddler brought in his basket to the shop,
and presented it to Conner for his Morals
mantel-piece. And here was idle Dick,
the apprentice, who actually worked two
hours on Connor's work, when illness
kept the Irishman home one day. Con
nor felt his kindness, and returned it when
ever It was in his power, and the days flew
by and brought at last letter from his
wife
"She would start as he desired, and she
was well and so was the boy, and might
the Lord bring them safe to each others
arms and bless those which had been so
kind to him."
That was the substance of the epistle
which Connor proudly assured his fellow
workmen that Nora wrote herself She
had lived at service, as girl, with GER
tain good old lady, who had given her an
education, the items of which Conner told
upon his fingers. "The radin," that's one
and the writin', that's three, and moreover
she knows all woman can" Then he
looked at his fellow -workmen with tears
in his eyes, and asked:
"Do We wondher the time seems long
between me an her, boys ?"
So it was-Nora at the dawn of day
Nora at noon-NOra at night-until the
news came that the Stormy Petrol had
come to port, and Conner, breathless and
pale with excitement, flung his cap in the
air and shouted.
It happened on holiday afternoon, and
half dozen men were ready to go with
Connor to the steamer and give his wife a
greeting. Her little home was ready
Mr.. Bawn's own servant had put it in Or
der, and COnnOr took one peep at it before
he started.
"She hadn't the like of that in the ould
counthry," he said; "but she'll know how
to kape thin tidy"
Then he led the way towards the dock
where the steamer lay, at pace which
made it hard for the rest to follow him
The spot was reached at last; crowd of
vehicles blockaded the street; troop of
emigrants came thronging up; fine cabin
passengers were stepping into cabs, and
drivers, porters and all manner of en-
ployees were yelling and shouting in the
usual manner. Nora would wait on
board for her husband-he knew that
The little group made their way into
the vessel at last, and there amidst those
who sat watching for coming friends, Con-
nor searched for the two SO dear to him
patiently at first, eagerly but patiently !;
but by-and-by growing anxious and ex-
cited
"She would niver go Alone" he said.
Shed be lost entirely; [ babe her wait,
but don't see her, boys, l think she's not
in it."
why don't you see the captain ?" asked
one, and Conner jumped at the sugges-
ton. In few moments he stood before
portly, rubicund man, who nodded to
him kindly. a- o..
81 am lookin' for my wife, yer honor"
said Conner, land can't find her."
perhaps she's gone ashore" said the
captain.
g babe her wait" said Conner.
=" Women don't always do as they are
bid, you know said tie captain
"Nora would, said Conner; "but may
be she was left behind May be she
didn't come; somehow think she didn't"
At the name of Nora the captain start
ed. In moment he asked:
"What is your name?"
pat Connor," says the man.
"And your wife's was Nora?"
That's her name, and the boy with
her is Jamesey, yer honor" said Conner.
The captain looked at Connor's friends,
they looked at the captain. Then he said,
huskily!
"Sit down, my man; I've got something
to tell you"
"Shes left behind" said Conner.
"She sailed with u.s." said the captain.
Where is she ?" asked Conner.
The captain made no answer
MY man." he said, 1--WE all have our
trials; God sends them"
Connor said nothing. He was looking
at the captain, now white to his lips.
It's been sickly season." said the
captain
"We had illness on board-the cholera.
You know that"
Il didn't" said Conner; az can't read
they kept it from me-"
1--WE didn't want to brighten him." said