Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-11-22
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OF amuS0m ent ana snare tnelr OunUay
frolics. All in vain. Conner liked
beer, liked fun, liked companionship;
but he would not delay the long-looked-
for bringing of Nora over, and was not
"mane enough" to accept favors of
others. He kept his way-a martyr to
his own great wish-living on little,
working at night On an extra job by
which he could earn few shillings, by
running errands in his noontide hours
of rest, and talking to any one who
would listen to his one great hope, and
of Nora and little Jamesey
That seemed sort Of charity to
him. Still he was helped along. A
present from Mr.. Bawn at payday set
Nora, as he said, q week nearer" and
this and that and the other added to
the little hoard. 1t grew faster than
at 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 the treasure,
and kept his vest buttoned over it day
and night, until the tickets were bought
and sent. Then every nam, woman
and child capable Of hearing and un-
Outstanding. knew that Nora and her
baby were coming.
At first the men who prided them
selves on turning out the best work in
the city made sort of butt of Connor,
whose "wild Irish" ways and verdancy
were indeed often laughable. But ii
won their hearts at last, and when, one
day, mounting work bench, he shook
his little bundle, wrapped in a red
'kerchief, before their eyes, and
shouted; "Look, boys, I've got the
whole at last Pm going to bring
Nora and Jamsey over at last ! Whoroo
I've got it and felt sort of sympathy
in his JOY.
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 the offenders head, missing him by
a hairs breadth, would spend his ten
minutes in the noon hour in reading
the Irish news for Connor. There was
Tom Baker, the meanest man among
the number, who had never been known
to give anything to anybody before,
absolutely bartered an old jacket for
s. pair Of gilt vases which a peddler
brought IN his basket to the shop, and
presented them to Connor for Morals
mantlepiece. And there was idle Dick,
the apprentice, who actually worked
two hours on Connor's work when i'll
ness kept the Irishman at home one
day. Conner 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 we'll
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 proudly assured
his fellow wcrkmen Nora wrote her
self. She had lived at service as a girl
with certain good old lady who had
given her an education, the items of
which he counted upon his fingers.
1.-The radin', that's one, and toe writin' !,
that's three, and, moreover, she knows
all woman can" Then he looked up
at his fellow workmen with the tears
in his eyes and asked:
"Do you 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 Connor, breath
less and pale with excitement, flung
his cap in the air and shouted.
It happened on holiday afternoon
and half dozen men were ready to 60
with Connor to the steamer and give
his wife a greeting. Her little home
was ready; Mr.. Rawn's own servant had
pat it in order and Connor took one
peep at it before he started.
She hadn't the like O. that in the
ould counthry,'" he said. "But she'll
know how to kape them tidy"
Then he led the way toward the
dock where the steamer lay, at q pace
which made it hard for the rest to FOL
low him. The spot was reached at last;
crowd of vehicles blockaded the
street; troop Of immigrants came
t;uonging up; fine cabin 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 Connor searched for the two so
dear to him; patiently at first, eagerly
but patiently; but ye-and-bye growing
anxious and excited.
"She would nivir go alone" he said.
"Sne'd be lost entirely. I babe her
wait; but l don't see her boy. I think
she's not in it"
"Why don't you see the captain ?"
asked one, and Connor jumped at the
suggestion. In d moment he stood be-
fore a portly man, who nodded to him
kindly.
81 am looking for my wife, yer
honor" said Conner, land I can't find
her."
perhaps she's gone ashore" said
the captain.
81 babe her watt" said Conner.
Women don't always do as they are
bid, you know" said the captain.
Mora would - said Connor Rut