Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-01-10

that he had no meat for his dinner.
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 sympathy
was excited, every one wanted to
help Connor. Jobs were thrown In
his way, kind words and kind wishes
helped him nightly; but no power
could make him share the food or
drink of another workman. That
seemed a sort of charity to him.
Still he was helped along. A pres
ent from Mr.. Bawn set Nora, as he
said, ga week nearer" and this, and
that and the other added to his lit
tie hoard. 1t grew faster than the
first; and Connor's burden was not
SO heavy. At last before he hoped,
he was able to say once more, F'I'm
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 button
ed over it night and day, till the
tickets were bought and sent. Then
every man, woman and child, capa-
BILE of hearing and understanding,
knew that Nora and the child 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 cody hurled his
hammer at an offenders head, miss
ing it by hairs breath, would spend
ten minutes at the noon hour read
ing to Connor the Irish news. 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 peddler brought in his bas-
ket to the shop and presented them
to Connor for his Nora's mantle
piece. And here was idle Dick, the
apprentice, who actually worked two
hours on Connor's work, when ILL
ness kept the Irishman at home one
day. Connor felt his kindness, and
returned it whenever it was in his
power; and the days flew by, and
brought at-last letter from his
wife. s'She would start as he de-
sired, 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 Connor proudly assur-
ed his fellow workmen Nora wrote
herself. She had lived at service as
a girl with certain old lady who
had given her an education, the
items of which Connor told upon
his fingers. ID
''The redin', that's one, and the
writin', that's two, and moreover, she
knows all that a woman can."
linen he looked up at his fellow
workmen with tears in his eyes, and
asked, ''Do ye wonder that time
seems long between me and her,
boys?" So it was, Nora at dawn of
day, Nora at noon, Nora at night,
till the news came that the Stormy
Petrol had come to port.
Connor, breathless and excited,
flung his cap in the air and shouted.
1t happened to be a holiday after
noon, and half dozen men were
ready to go with Connor to the
steamer to give his wife q greeting.
Her little house was ready. Mr..
Bawn's own servant had put it in
order, and Connor took one peep at
it before he started for the wharf.
owe hadn't the like of that in the
old country" he said, but she'll
know how to keep them tidy"
Then he led the way toward the
dock where the steamer lay, at a
pace which made it hard for his
companions to keep up with him.
The spot was reached at last;
crowd of vehicles blocked the street;
company of emigrants came
thronging up; five cabin passengers
stepping into a cab, anl drivers,
porters and all manner of employees
were yelling and shOutingin the usu-
al manner,
Nora would wait on board for her
husband-he knew that. The little
group made their way into the vessel
at last, and here, mid those who sat
watching for coming friends, Connor
searched for the two that were so
dear to him; patiently, at frst eagerly,
but by and by growing anxious and ex-
cited.
"She would niver go alone" he said.
"She would be lost entirely. bade her
wait, but don't see her, boys. l think
she's not in it.9
why don't you see the captain ?" ask
ed one.
Connor jumped at the suggestion. In
few moments he stood before a kindly,
portly, rubicund man, who nodded to him
kindly.
II am looking for my wife, yer honor"
said COnnor, land can't find her."
perhaps she's gone ashore" said the
captain.
ri bade her wait" said Connor,
"Women cont always do as they are
bid" said the captain.
Mora would" said Connor, "but may
be she's left behind. May be she didn't
come. l somehow think she didn't.
AT the name Nora, the captain started
In moment he asked: "What is your
name, my man ?"
"Pat OonnoF." was the reply,
"And your wife's was NoraS"
"Thafs her name, and the boy with her
Is Jamesy. yer honor" said Connor.
The captain looked at Connor's friends
they looked at the captain. Then he
said kindly, "slt down, my man I've got
aofnathinp 70 tall voun