Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-22

lodging house, where he shared Graz,
garnet with four other men, and IN tn
lov of his heart the poor fellow eXhibite,
his handkerchief, with his hard earned
savings tied up IN a wad III the middle
before he put it under his pillow and tel
asleep.
When he woke in the morning, b,
found his treasure gone; some william
more contemplate than most bad men
had robbed him.
At first Conner could not believe i
lost. He searched every corner of the
room. shook his guilt and blankets, and
begged those about him to "quit joking
and give 1t back"
At last be realized the truth.
us any man that bad that it is
! thaved from meg he asked, i'll a breath
less way. Boys, is any man that bad?''
and some one answered: No doubt OF
it, Conner, it's shtole.'
Then Common put his head down on his
hands and lifted up his voice and wept
1t was one of those sights which men
never forget. 1t seemed more than he
could bear to have Nora and his child
put" as he expressed it, months away
from him again.
But when he went to work that day. il
seemed to all who saw him, that he had
| picked up a new determination. His
hands were never idle. His face seemed
| to say, ''I'li have NoIa with me yet"
At noon he scratched out a letter,
blotted and very strangely scrawled,
telling Nora what had happened; and
those who observed him noticed that he
had no meat with his dinner. Indeed,
from that moment he lived on bread, po-
tatoes and cold water, and worked as few
men ever worked before. 1t grew to be
the talk OF the shop, and, now that SYM
pathy was excited, every one wanted to
help Common. Jobs were thrown in his
way, kind words and friendly wishes
helped him nightly; but no power could
make him share the food or drink of any
other workman. 1t seemed a sort of
charity to him.
Still he was helped along. A present
from Mr. Bawne at payday set Nora, as
he said, "a week heare1," and this and
the other added to the little hoard. 1t
grew faster than the first, and COnnor's
burden was not so heavy. At last, before
he hoped it, he was once more able to
say, Il m gong to bring them over" and
show his handkerchief in which, as be.
fore, he tied up his earnings; this time,
however, to his friends. Cautious among
strangers, he hid the treasure. and kept
his vest buttoned over it night and day
until the tickets were bought and sent.
Then every man, woman and child capa-
bic of hearing or understanding, knew
that Nora and her baby were coming.
There was John Jones, who hal more
of the brute in his composition than
usually falls to the lot of man, would
spend ten minutes of the noon hour in
reading the Irish news TO Conner. There
was Tom Barker, the meanest man among
the number, who had never been known
to give anything to any one before, abso
lutely bartered an old jacket for a pair
of gilt vases, which peddler brought in
his basket to the shop, and presented
them to Conner for his Nora's mantel-
piece. And there was idle Dick, the
who actually worked two
hours on Connor's work when illness
kept the Irishman at home one day.
Conner felt this kindness and returned
il whenever it was In his power, and the
days flew by and brought at last letter
from his wife.
"She would s'art as he desired, and she
was well and so WIS the boy, and might
the Lord bring them safely to each others
arms, and bless them who had been 50
kind to him." That was the substance
of the eplstle which Conner proudly as
sured his fellow-workmen Nora wrote
herself She had lived at ser7ice as
girl, with a 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, moreover. she knows all that
woman can" Then he looked up with
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 to port, and Conner, breath
less and pale with excitement, flung up
his cap in the air and shouted.
1t happened on a holiday afternoon,
and halt dozen men were ready to go
to the steamer and give his wife greet
ing. 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 II know how
to keep it 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;
fine cabin passengers were stepping into
Ca Is, and drivers, porters and all man.
ner of employees were yelling and shout
ing 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 tor the two so dear to
him; patiently az hrst, eagerly but pa
tiently, but by and by growing anxious
and excited.
She would never go alone" he said,
''she'd be lost entirely; babe her wait,
but 7 don't see hel. bows: / think she's