The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-01-15
The substance of the epistle which Con

the substance of the epistle which Con-
nor proudly assured his fellow-work-
men Nora wrote herself. She had lived
at service as a girl, with certain good
old lady, who had given her the items
of an education, which Conner told
upon his fingers: The radin, that's
one, the writin', that's three, and, more
over, she knows all that woman can. .
Then he looked up with tears in his
eyes, and asked - Do you wonder 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 Conner, breath
less and pale with excitement, flung up
his cap in the air and shouted.
It happened on holiday afternoon,
and half dozen men were ready to go
with Conner to the steamer and give
his wife a greeting. Her little home
was ready; Mr.. Bawne's own servant
had put it in order, and Conner took
one peep at it before he started.
"She hadn't the like Of that in the
ould country" he said; "but she'll
know how to keep them tidy"
Then he led the way toward the dock
where the. steamer lay, and at pace
that made it hard for the rest to follow
him. The spot was reached at last; a
crowd of vehicles blockaded the street
troop Of emigrants came thronging
up; line 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, amid those
who sat watching for coming friends,
Conner searched for the two so dear to
him; patiently at first - eagerly but
patiently-but by-and-by growing anx-
ious and excited.
"She would never go alone" he said,
"she'd be lost entirely; I babe her wait,
but I don't see her, boys; think she's
not in it,"
"Why don't you see the Capteinp "
asked one, and Conner jumped at the
suggestion. In few minutes be stood
before a portly, rubicund man, who
nodded to him kindly.
II am looking for my wife, yer
Honor" said Conner, "and I can't find
her"
perhaps she's gone ashore" said the
Captain:
Il babe her wait" said Conner.
"Women don't always do as they are
bid, you know" said the Captain.
"Nora would" said Conner, "but
maybe she was left behind. Maybe she
didn' come. [ somehow think she
didn't"
At the name of Nora the Captain
started. In moment he asked, "What
is your name?"
"Pat Connor," said the man.
"And your wife's name was Nora?"
That's her name, and the boy with
her is Jamesy, yer Honor" said Con-
nor.
The Captain looked at Connor's
friends; they looked at the Captain.
Then he said, huskily, Sit down, my
man; I've got something to tell you"
"She's left behind?" said Conner.
"She sailed with us" said the Cap
tain.
where is she?" asked Conner.
The Captain made no answer.
"My man." he said, "we all have our
trials; God sends them. Yes-Nora
started with U.s."
Conner said nothing. He was look
ing at the Captain now, white to his
lips.
"It's been sickly season." said the
Captain; eve have had illness on board
the cholera. You know that?"
II didn't; can't read; they kept it
from me-" said Conner.
"We didn't want to. brighten him, "
said one, in half whisper.
2" You know how long we lay at quar-
antine?"
"The ship I came in did that" said
Connor. did ye say Nora went
ashore? Ought I to belooking for her,
Captain ?"
Many died--many children" went
on the Captain. 6 When we were half
way here your boy was taken sick"
"Jamesy?' gasped Conner.
His mother watched him night and
day." said the Captain, and we did all
we could, but at last he died; only one
OF many. There were five buried that
day. But it broke nv heart to see the
mother looking out upon the water.
It's his father I think Of said she,
hes longing to see poor Jamesy."
Conner groaned.
" Keep up If you can, my man." said
the Captain. II wish any one else had
to tell it rather than I. That night
Nora was taken i'll also, very suddenly;
she grew worse fast. In the morning
she called me to her. Tell Conner I
died thinking OF him. she said. and
tell him to meet me- And, my man,
God help you, she never said anything
more in an hour she was gone"
Conner had risen. He stood up, try
ing to steady himself, looking at the