The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-08-05

tuesday night on north-Slde car about
1890 o'clock. The car was of the open
kind and was crowded with humanity
struggling for foot room. As it neared
Clark-street bridge gentleman sitting
pretty well forward noticed a lady
standing on the east side of the car, and
clinging desperately to one of the up
right posts. He told the conductor to
ask her to step forward and she might
have his seat. She came clambering for
ward and took the proffered seat with a
hearty "Thank ye.' The gentleman
casually glanced at her, and saw that
she was neatly-dressed Irish woman,
about thirty-two years of age. She
spoke with a rich Irish brogue, and was
evidently a domestic. The car logged
along for several blocks, and, happening
to glance at the lady again, the gentle
man noticed that she was evidently
laboring under some great excitement.
Her bosom throbbed violently, and her
face, even in the poor light of the car,
was deadly pale. She was bending Gag
erly forward, and her eyes were strained
to their greatest extent at some object
Immediately in front of her. Following
the woman's gaze it was seen that she
was staring straight into the face of a
man who sat in the opposite seat. AS
the car passed on her excitement
seemed to increase, so much SO as to at
tract the attention of the other passen-
gers. The man returned her gaze at in
tervals in somewhat interested man
ner. He was about twenty-siX years old
and looked as if he might be mechanic.
At length the woman's breath came
thick and fast and leaning still further
forward, she asked him hoarsely in her
brogue:
"Aren't you from Oireland?"
81 am" he answered, calmly. She
quickly asked:
"From Ballansloe?"
81 was born there" he said, looking
into her eye. She paused long moment
as if to steady her voice; itquivered like
a childs, as she half rose from her seat
and inquired, slowly:
can isn't yer name McCoskry?"
''Yis," he answered quickly.
"Dan McCoskry?"
Gin high key.)
"Dan McCoskry"
The woman rose to her feet, and cross
ing herself, piously exclaimed in a deep
and earnest voice:
praise be to God, this blissed day.
Thank God I've found we, Dan, at last. "
And before she had finished she was on
his breast, smothering him with kisses.
The young man seemed astonished, and
she proceeded:
''Don't We know me, Dan? Yer sister
Nora. Praise be to God. I've found
We at last. An me searchin' for twilve
year from Boston 70 New York; an from
New York to Baltimore and from
Baltimore to Cincinnatty, where l gave
We up six year ago. o! Gods good
an so He is and she showered him
, again with caresses. He held her at arm
length, and looked her all over, exclaim
ing at last as if hardly yet convinced:
''An' are you rally moi sisther Nora
, Well, well, if l iverr and it was evil
IDENTITY he never had from the sincerity
, of his manner. A few more questions
and there was no doubt of the relation
ship. Regardless of the hundred eyes
fixed upon them, they gave themselve
over to irregular Des PLANES camp-meet
ing scene. 1t appeared from the excited
questions and answers which passed be
; tween the couple that Dan had run away
from the town with the unpronounceabl,
name eighteen years ago, and come tt
America, from whence no tidings haC
+; ever come from him. The family, al
but the eldest daughter, Nora, haC
] died or emigrated, and twelve year
ago she had taken her earnings anC
a.. crossed the ocean with but one purpose
in view, that purpose being to ascertain
if Dan was living, and to find him if sh,
could. She told of her landing all alon,
9 at Castle Garden, her search through
+. New York, her journey to Boston, eve
asking for her ''Brother DAM how
3 every night she would leave the plac
l where she was employed, to searcI
streets, stores and offices; how she be
9 sieged police stations, scanned news
papers, visited hospitals, never giviH,
up the hope of finding her "Brothe
2 DAM how one blessed morning in Bos
1 ton she heard from carpenter that
0 person of that name had worked for him
r but was now in Baltimore; her trip t.
a that town, only to find that he had gon
: west, probably to Cincinnati, her journe,
there, and despair at seeing in the deatl
, list: "Died, at Mercy hospital, of small
i pox, Daniel McCorsky;" her joy at dis
: covering the dead man to be Scotch
y man, her further search, and fna
: despair; her coming to Chicago tiv
: years ago, and the great pain at reall
e having to think him dead. She is
+ domestic in family on Lincoln Avenue
h near Fullerton, so she said, and she ha
+ beau on the back platform ''smokin'
: seygar, so he was"
Dan then told his story. He was
: Boston carpenter, and had gone to Bait
: more, but had come directly from Their
y to Chicago. He had worked at Pullman
J. but had lately quit, and was lookin
u about for shop of his own. And so tn
pair chatted on, needless of the watchers
: and frequently interrupting their con
II versation for fond hug. All the scene
: of their childhood were lived over again
" and many were the questions Dan aske
l. about the could sod" So intereste
Q were the spectators, and especially tn
} gentleman who had relinquished his seat
. that he was carried nearly half mil
= past his destination; but there was some
thing in the scene he had witnesse
y which made the homeward walk one G
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