Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-22
CONNOR.
4 Pathetic Irish Story,

miles from New York; but you might
read them a hundred times without guess
Ing at the little tragedy they indicate
without knowing the humble romance
which ended with the placing of that
stone above the dust OF one poor, humble
man.
In his shabby, frieze-jacket and mud
laden brogans, he was scarcely an attrac-
tive object as he walked into Mr.. Bawne's
great tin and hardware shop one day and
presented himself at the counter with
an:
give been touId We advertised for
hands, yer honor"
Fully supplied, my man. said Mr..
Bawne, not lifting his eyes from his ac-
count-book.
I'D work faithfully, sir, and take low
wages, till l could do better, and I'd
Learnt would that
1t was an Irish brogue, and Mr.. Bawne
always declared that he would never en-
pl0y IN incompetent hand.
Yet the Il ne attracted him. He turn
cd briskly, AID with his pen behind his
ear, addressed the man, who was only
one of fifty who had answered his ad-
vertisement for four workmen that morn
ing.
WHAT makes you expect to learn fast
or than other folks-are you any smart
era
I'll not say that. but ia be wishin' to,
and that would make it aisler."
Are you used to the work?'
i've done bit OF it.
''Much!''
"No, yer honor. I'll tell no lie; Tim
O'Toole hadn't the like o this place, but
know bit about tins
"You are too old for an apprentice, and
you'd be in the way, calculate said
Mr.. Bawne, looking at the brawny arms
and bright eyes that promised strength
and intelligence. Besides, know your
countrymen-lazy: good-for-nothing fell
lows, who never do their best. No, I've
been taken IN by Irish hands before, and
I won't have another"
THE Virgin will have to be afther
bringing them over for me in her two
arms, thin, said the man, despairingly,
''for I've tramped ali the day for the last
fortnight, and niver a job can get, and
IAieso liN Ad'N tSuhy ySi iOilOi,
and It's but Il half one"
As he spoke, he spread his palm open,
with an English halt-pennY IN it.
Bring wnom over?'
Mr.. Bawne, arrested by the odd speech,
HAD turned upon his heel. but he turned
back again
''Jist Nora and Jamesy."
Who are theyYn
The vans me wife, the other me
child" said the man. 10, masther, just
thry me. How'll bring EN- over to nae,
if no one will give me a jobl want to be
aiming, and the whole big city seems
against 1t, and me with arms like them
He barred his arms to the shoulder as he
spoke, and Mr.. Bawne looked at them,
and then at.his face.
, .'I'll hire you for week" he said, "and
now, as it is noon, 90 down to the kitch-
en- and tell the girl to get you some din
ner-a hungry man can't work"
With an Irish blessing the new hand
obeyed, while Mr.. Bawne, untying his
apron, went upstairs to his OWL meal.
Suspicious as he was OF the new hand 5
integrity and ability, he was agreeably
disappointed. Connor worked hard, and
actually learned fast. At the end OF the
week he was engaged permanently, and
soon was the best workman in the shop.
He was great talker, but not fond of
drink orjwasting money. AS his wages
grew, he boarded every penny, a.d wore
the same shabby clothes IN which he
made his first appearance.
Beer costs money" he said one day.
land every clint l splnd puts off the bring
Ing of Nora and Jamesy ovE; ana as for
clothes, them | have must do me. Bet
ter no coat to my back than no wife and
boy by my tireside: and anyhow, it's slow
work saving
1t was slow work, but he kept at it all
the same. Other men, thoughtless and
full OF fun, tried to make him drink
made a Jest OF his saving habits, coaxed
MIN TO accompany them to places OF
amusements, or to share In their Sunday
frolics.
All in vain. Common liked beer, liked
fun, liked companionship; but he would
not delay tina. long -looked-for bringing
of Nora over, and was not "mane enough
to accept favors of Others. He kept his
way, and martyr to his one great wish
living on little, working at night on any
extra Job that he could earn few shill
ings by, running brands in his noontide
hours of rest, and talking to any one who
would listen to him Of his one great hope
and of Nora and Jamsey.
At first the men, who prided themselv'
IS on being all Americans, and on turn
ing out the best work Of the city, made s
sort of butt Of Conner, whose wild IRISH
ways and verdancy were indeed laugh
abe. But he won their hearts at last
and one day, mounting a work bench, ht
shook his little bundle, wrapped in rel
handkerchief, before their eyes, ant
shouted: ''Look, boys; I've got the whole
at last! I'm going to bring Nora ane
Jamsey over at last! Whoroor' I've GO
it at last. " All felt sympathy in hi
and each grasped his great hand in cor
dial congratulations; and one proposed
to treat all round, and drink good voy
age to Nora.
They parted in a merry mood, most o
the men going to comfortable homes
But poor Corners resting-place was ;