Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1885-05-23

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on little, working Vt night on an extra Job
that he could earn q few snl!ings hy run
ming errands in the noontide bour> of rest,
and talking to a1y one wao would listen to
him of his oIe great nope, and of Nora and
little Jamesy.
At first the men, who prided themselves
on being all Americans. and on turning out
the best work in the city, made sort OF
butt of Counor. whose will Irish ways
and verdancy were indeed often iaughable.
But he won their hearts at last, and one
day, mounting a workbench, he sho3k his
little bundle, wrapped in a red handker-
chief, before their eyes, and shouted.
"Look, boys; I've got the whole at last
I'm going to bring Nora and Jamsey owe.
at last Whoroo!l I've got il ut last "
All felt sympathy in his joy, and eacl!
grasped mis- great hand in cordial con
gratulations, and one proposed to treat a.
round, and drink good voyage to Nora
They parted in a merry mood, most O.
the men gong to comfortable c homes. Bu'
poor Connor T. tim p.@os v as j lodging
house, where he shared crazy garret wisi
four other men, and in the Joy Of hi
heart the poor fellow exhibited his hand
kerchief, with his hard-earned savings tied
mn In a wad In the middle, before he put
1t under his pillow and fell asleep.
When he awakened in the morning he
found his treasure gone; some villain.
more contemplate than most bad men,
had robbed him.
At first Connor could not even believe Il
lost. He searched every cornor Of the
room, shook his quilt and blankets, and
begged those about him to "Quit joking,
and give it back"
But at last he realized the truth.
"Is any man that bad that it's thaved
from me ?" he asked, In breathless way.
"Boys, is any man that badY" And some
one answered: mo doubt Of it, Connor,
it's sthole."
Then Connor put his head down on his
hands and lifted up his voice and wept. II
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 1t
seemed to all who saw him that he had
picked up new determination. His hands
were never idle. His face seemed to say,
"Ill have Nora with me yet"
At noon he scrat ched out letter. blotted
and very strangely scrawled, telling Nora
what had happened; and those who OBJ
served him noticed that he had no meat
with his dinner Indeed, from that mo-
ment he lived on bread. potatoes. ar Old
water, and worked as few men eve ed
before 1t grew to be the talk of %,
and. now that sympathy was exoite ~
one wanted to help Connor. 10 ere
thrown in his way. kind words and ~
wishes helped bim nightly; bu! y2r
could make him share the food o ac II
any other workman. 1t seemed !. aort u
charity TO him.
Still he was helped along. A prsseNs
from Mr.. Bawne Mt pay day set u-'' No
said, "a week nearer" and thi, AT
and the other added to the lit q.
1t grew faster than the first, ana 8
burden was not so heavy. AT las rs
he hoped it, he was once more al ,sy.
"Im going to bring them over. o
show his handkerchief IN which, ort
he tied up his earnings; this tim. uox-
ever, only to mis- iriends. Cautious prg
strangers, he hid the treasure, and !. nls
vest buttoned over it night and da ell
the tickets were bought and sent. hen
every man. woman and child, capable 4
hearing or understanding knew that Nora
and her baby were coming.
There was John Jones, who had more ot
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 Connor. There was Tom
Baker, the meanest man among the nun.
ber, who had never been known to give
anything to any one before, absolutely oar.
tered an old jacket for pair of gilt vaseA
which peddler brought in his basket te
the shop, and presented them to Connor
for his Nora's mantelpieOe. And here was
idle Dick, the apprentice, who actually
worked two hours ON Connor's work when
illness kept the Irishman at home one day.
Connor felt this kindness and returned 10
whenever it was In his power, and the days
flew by and brought ct last letter from
his wife.
She would start a. he desired and she
was well and 20 was the boy, and might
tho Lord bring them safely to each others
arms, and bless them who had been 30 kind
to him." That was the substance of the
epistle which Connor proudly assured his
Eellow-workmen Nora wrote herself. She
had lived at service a. . girl with a certain
good old Lady, who had given her the items
OF an education. which Connor told upon
his fingers. "The radin, that's one the
writin', that's three, and, moreover, she
knows all that . woman oan." Then he
"Do you wondher the time seems long be-
tween me an her, boys?"
So it was. Nora at the dawn Of day
Nora at noon,-Nora at night, the
news came that the Stormy Petrol had
come to port and Connor, breathless and
pale with excitement, flung up his cap in
the air and shouted.
1t happened on = holiday afternoon, and
half dozen men were ready to go with
Connor to the steamer and give his wife 9.
greeting. Her little home was ready; Mr..
Bawne's own servant had put it in order,
and Counor t<S ...,v-..v ~ it beIv-.. 49,
stksted.
"She hadn't tho like Of that in the ould
oounthry," he said, but she'll know how
TO keep them tidy"
Than he led the way towards the dosk
where the steamsr lAy. and s* . pace that