The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-01-13

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When he awakened in the morning
he found his treasure gone. Some
villain, more contemplate than
most men are, had robbed him.
At first Connor could not even be
lieve it lost. He searched every
corner of the room, shook his quilt
and blankets, and begged those
about him to "quit Joking and give
it back"
But at last he realized the truth.
as any man that bad he'd thave
from meY' he asked in breathless
way. "Boys, is any man that bad?''
And some one answered:
mo doubt of it Conner. It's
STOLE"
Then Connor put his head down
on his hands 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 expressed it, months away from
him again" But when to work
that day it seemed to all who saw
him that he had picked up a new
determination. His hand were nev-
or idle. His. face seemed to say,
"I'll have Nora with me yet" At
noon he scratched out letter, blot
ted and very strangely scrawled,
telling Nora what had happened,
and those who observed him notie-
ed that he had no meat for his din
ner. Indeed, from that moment he
lived on bread, potatoes and cold
water, and worked as few men ever
worked before. 1t grew to be the
talk of the shop, and now that SYM
pathy was excited, every one want
ed to help COnnor. Jobs we're
thrown in his way, Kind words and
friendly wishes helped him might
ly; but no power could make him
share the food or drink of any 9th
er workman.
That seemed a sort of charity to
him. Still he was helped along. "A
present from Mr.. Bawn 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, 81 am going to bring EN- over"
and TO show his handkerchief, in
which, as before, he tied up his
earnings; this time, however, only
to his friends. Cautious among
stran gers he hid the treasure, and
kept his vest buttoned over it night
and day until the tickets were
bought and sent. Then every man,
woman and child, capable of hear
ing or understanding, knew that
Nora and her baby we're coming.
There was John Jones, who had
more of the brute in his compost
tion than usually falls to the lot of
man-eyen he, who had cOldly
hurled his hammer at an offenders
head, missidg him by the breadth
of hair, would spend his ten min
utes in the noon hour in reading
the Irish news to COnnor. There
was Tom Baker, the meanest man
among the number, who had never
been known to give anything to any
one before, absolutely bartered an
old jacket for a pair of gilt vases
which q peddler brought in his
basket to the shop, and presented
them to Connor for his Nora man
! telpiece. And here was idle Dick,
the apprentice, who actually work
ed two hours on COnnor's work
when illness kept the Irishman at
home one day. COnnOr felt this
kindness, and returned it whenever
it was in his power, and the days
| flew by and brought a letter at last
from his wife.
''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." This was the substance
of the epistle which Conner proud
" assured his fellow workmen Nora
| wrote herself. She had lived at ser
vice as q girl, with a certain good
old lady, who had given her an ed
ucation, the items Of which COnnOr
told upon his fingers. "The radin,
that's one, and the wFitin, that's
three, and moaeOver she knows all
a svoman can" Then he looked up
at his fellOw-wOrkmen with tears
in his eyes, and Asked
DO you wonder the time seems
long between me and her, boys?"
So it was-Nora at the dawn of
day-Nora at noOn-Nora at night
Until the glad news came that the
STORMY Petrer' had come to port,
and Connor, breathless and pale
with excitement, flung his cap in
the air and shouted.
Il happened on a holiday after
noon, and half dozen men were
ready to 90 with Conner to the
steamer and give his wife a greet
ing. Her little home was ready;
RIr. Bawn's own servant had put it
in order, and COnnOr took one peep
at It before he started.
'She hadn't the like o that in
the ould country" he said. but
she'll know how to kape them tidy
Then he led the way to the dock
/ where the steamer lay, at a pace
which made it hard for the rest to
follow him. A troop Of emigrants
came thronging up; fine cabin pas
sengers were stepping into cabs,
and drivers, porters, and all man
ner of employers were yelling and
shouting in their usual manner. No
IA would wait on board for her hus-
band-he knew that.
The little group made their way
into the vessel at last, and there
amidst those who sat watching for
coming friends, COnnor searched
| for the two so dear to him; patient
/ ly at first, eagerly, but patiently
and by and by growing anxious
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