Connecticut western news., 1885-05-27

To the Memory of Patrick COnnOr,
 This simple stone was erected by his Fellow
 Workmen."
 These words you may read any day upon a white slab in 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 the dust of one poor and humble man.
 In his shabby frieze jacket and mud laden brogans he was scarcely an at tractive object as he walked into MT. Bawn's great tin and hardware shop one day and presented himself at the counter with an
 "Pve been told ye advertised for hands, yer honor."
 "Fully supplied, my man," said MT. Bawn, not lifting his head from his &C., count book.
 s'I'd work faithful, sir, and take low wages till I could do betther, and I'd learn aisy-I would that"
 It was an Irish brogue, and MT. Bawn always declared that he never would en- ploy an incompetent hand. Yet the tone attracted him. He turned briskly, and with his pen behind his ear, ad- dressed the man, who was only one of the five who had answered his advertise ment for four workmen that morning.
 "What makes you expect to learn faster than other folks-are you any smarter ?"
 "I'l not say that" said the man, ''but I'd be wishing to; and that 'ud make it aisyer."
 "Are you used to the work2''
 ''I've done bit of it."
 'Much ?"
 ''No, you honor. I'll tell no He-Tim O'Toole hadn't the like of the place; but I know bit about tins"
 ''You are too old for an apprentice, and you'd be in the way, I calculate, ' said Mir. Bawn, looking at the brawny arms and bright eyes that promised strength and intelligence. Besides, know your countrymen-lazy, good-for- nothing fellows, who never do their best. No, I've been taken in by Irish hands before, and I won't have an- other" .s
 "The Virgin will have to bring 'em over in her two arms, thin" said the man, despairingly, 'tfor I've tramped all day for the last fortnight, and niver a job can get, and that's the last penny I have, yer honor, and that's but hall one"
 As he spoke he spread his palm open with an English half-penny upon it.
 "Bring whom over ?" asked Mir. Bawn, arrested by the odd speech, as he turned upon his heel and turned back again.
 "Jist Nora and Jamesy."
 "Who are they ?"
 ''The wan's me wife, the other me child," said the man. "Oh, masther, jist thry me. How'll bring them over to me if no one will give me job? ] want to be aiming, and the whole big city seems against it, and me with arms like them" ....-
 He bared his arms to the shoulder as he spoke, and MT. Bawn looked at them and at his face.
 "I'n hire you for week." he said ''and now it's noon, go down to thu kitchen and tell the girl to get your din ner-a hungry man can't work.
 Suspicious as he was of the new hands integrity and ability, he wal agreeably disappointed. Connor worked hard and actually learned fast. At the end of the week he was engaged perma nently, and soon was the best workman in the shop.
 He was great talker, but not fond O drink or wasting money. As his wagei grew he hoarded every penny, and wor, the shabby clothes in which he hat made his first appearance. "Beer cost money" he said one day, ''ivery cint spend puts of the bringing Nora anC Jamesy over; and as for clothes, thim have must do me-betther no coat [ me back than no wife and boy by m fireside; and, anyway, it's slow wor saving"
 It was slow work, but he kept at it a the same. Other men, thoughtless an full of fun, tried to make him drink made jest of his saving habits, coaxe him se aeoompany bbem to plaesa z