Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1871-09-08
power could make him share the food or
drink of any other person.

ana thus ne was helped along. "A pres
ent from Mr.. Bawn, on payday, set No
ra as he said, "a week ahead" and this
and that and the other added TO the
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 earning /;
this time, however, only to his friends.
Cautious among strangers, he hid the
treasure, and kept his vest buttoned over
it night and day until the tickets were
bought and sent Then every man, wo-
man, and child capable of hearing or
understanding, knew that Nora 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 at an
offenders head, missing him by hairs
breadth, would spend ten minutes in the
noon hour in reading the Irish news to
Connor. There was Tom Barker, the
meanest man among the number, who
had never been known to give anything
to any one before, absolutely bartered an
old jacket for pair of gilt vases which
a pe6dler brought in his basket to the
shop, and presented them to Connor for
Nora's mantle-piece. And there was
idle Dick, the apprentice, who actually
worked two hours on Connors work when
illness Kept the Irishman at home one
day. Connor felt this kindness, and re-
turned it whenever it was in his power,
and the days few by and brought at last
letter from his wife.
She would start as he desired, and she
was we'll, and so was the boy, and might
the Lord bring them safely to each 9TH
,, er's arms and bless them who had been so
kind to him." That was the substance
of the epistle which Connor proudly as
sured his fellow-workman Nora wrote
herself She had lived at service, as a
girl, with certain good old lady, who
had given her an education, the items OF
which Connor told upon his fingers "The
radin', that's one; and the writin', that's
two, and moreover, she knows all wo-
man can" Then he looked up at his
fellow-workman, with tears in his eyes,
and asked
"Do ye wondher the time seems long
between me an her, boys p
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 Connor, breathless
with excitement, flung his cap in the air
and shouted
1t happened on holiday afternoon,
and half a dozen men were ready to go
with Connor to the steamer and give his
wife greeting. Her little home was
ready Mr.. Bawn's own servant had put
it in order, and Connor took peep at it
before he started.
"She hadn't the like of that in the old
countnry," he said "Rut she'll know
how to kape thin tidy"
Then he led the way toward 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; a troop of
emigrants came thronging up; fine cab
in passengers were stepping into cabs
| and drivers, porters, and all manner of
employees 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.
"She'd be lost enthirely; babe her wait,
but / don't see her, boys, | think she's
not in it."
"Why don't you see the Captain ?" ask
ed one, and Connor jumped at the sug-
gesti on. In few moments he stood be-
fore portly, rubicund man, who no lded
to him kindly.
I'm lookin for my wife, yer honor"
said Connor, "and can't find her,"
perhaps she's gone ashore" said the
captain.
az bade her watt" said Connor.
"Women don't always do as they are
bid, you know" said the captain.
mora would" said Connor; "but
may be she was left behind. May be
she didn't come; | somehow think she
didn't"
At the name Nora the captain started.
In moment he asked
"What is your name?'
"Pat Connor," said the man.