Connecticut western news., 1876-10-20
NORA AND JAMESY.

thls simple stone was erected by his fel- low workmen."
 These words you may lead any day upon a white slab in a cemetery not many miles from New York; but you might read them hundred times with out guessing at the little tragedy they indicate, without knowing the humble romance which ended with the placing of that stone above one poor and humble man.
 In the shabby flieze jacket and mud laden brogans, he was scarcely an attrae- tive object as he walked into MT. Bawn's s great tin and hardware shop, one day, and presented himself at the counter with an
 "I've been tould ye advertised for hands, yer honor.
 "Fully supplied, my man," said MT. Bawn, not lifting his head from his &C., count book.
 "I'd work faithful, sir, and take low wages till could do better; and I'd learn-I would that"
 It was an Irish brogue, and MT. Bawn declared that he never would employ an incompetent hand. Yet the tone attract ed him. He turned briskly, and, with his pen behind his ear, addressed the man, who was only one of the fifty who had answered his advertisement for four workmen that morning.
 "What makes you expect to learn faster than other folks-are you any smarter2"
 "I'n not say that," said the man "but I'd be wishing to; that 'ud make it aisier."
 "Are you used to the work ?"
 "I've done bit of it.''
 "Much9"
 "No, yer honor; I'll tell no lie. Tim O'Toole hadn't the like of this place but I know bit about tins." "You are too old for an apprentice, and you'd be in the way, calculate, ' said MT. Bawn, looking at the brawny arms and bright eyes that promised strength and intelligence. "Besides, know your countrymen lazy, good fol nothing fellows, who never do theil best. No, I've been taken in by Irish hands before, and I won't have an other"
 "The Virgin will have to be after bringing 'em over in her two arms thin," said the man, despairingly "for I've tramped all day for the last fortnight, and niver job can I get; anc that's the last penny I have, yer honor and it's but half one."
 As he spoke he spread his palm ope1 with an English halfpenny upon it.
 Bring whom over?' asked Mr. Bawn, arrested by the odd speech, as be turned upon his heel and looked back again.
 "Jist Nora and Jamesy.'
 "Who are they9"
 "The vans me wife, the other m. child," said the man. "Oh, masther thry me. Howl they ever come to m' if no one will give me job9 want ts be aiming, and the whole big city seem against it-and me with arms lik' theml'
 He barred his arms to the shoulders 8 he spoke, and MT. Bawn looked a them, and then at his face.
 "I'l hire you for the week." he said "and now, as it's noon, go down int the kitchen and tell' the girl to get yo1 your dinner-a hungry man can work.
 And with an Irish blessing the ney hand obeyed, while MT. Bown, untyin; his apron, went upstairs to his owl meal.
 Suspicious as he was of the nev hand's integrity and ability, he wa agreeably disappointed. Connor worke' hard, and actually, at the end of tn week, he was the best workman in th shop.
 He was 8 great talker, but not fond c drink or wasting money. As his wage grew, he hoarded every penny, and wor the same shabby clothes in which h made his first appearance. "Beer cost money" he said one day, "and iver cint spind puts off the bringing Nor and Jamesy over; and as for the clothes them l have must do me-better n clothes to me back than no wife and Il boy to me freside; anyhow, it's slo, work saving"
 It was slow work, but he kept at it a the same. Other men, thoughtless an full of fun, tried to make him drinl made jest of his saving habits, coaxt, him to accompany them to places amusement and share their Sunda frollcs. All in vain. Connor liked bee liked fun, liked companionship but | would not delay the long looked fc bringing of Nora over, and was nt "mane enough" to accept favors ( others. He kept his way-a martyr his own great wish-living on littl' working at night on an extra job | ] which he could earn few shillings, running errands in his noontide houl of rest, and talking to any one wt would listen of his one great hope, an of Nora and little Jamesy.
 That seemed sort of charity to hin Stin he was helped along. A prese1 rom MT. Bawn at pay day set Nora, he said, "a week nearer," and this an that and the other added to the lit , hoard. It grew faster than at first, an Connor's burden was not so heavy. 4 last hAfnre hA hnned if he was nn,