The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1885-09-02

comm to ye unknownst; ye'd laugh
till yer eyes run wather to read
about Mike Grady in the paper me
brother Pat was sindin me from the
County Cork.
The matron and nurse called Bid
dy out at this juncture. and made
an effort to entertain the invalid.
Shall read to you Norah? l asked.
'Yes, miss, if you please"
began a short story, inwardly
thanking the newspaper men who
supply them for often and often
have they proved blessings where
the more pretentious volume or SER
ial could not be used. / watched
Nora closely. She seemed interest
ed, but suddenly interrupted me to
say: "Oh, miss, look, look J"
Her eyes were fastened on few
words upon the side of the paper
nearest her. read them:
TNFORMATIoN WAHTED.-Any one
Il who can give any information concerning No
rah Kingsley, who came TO this country In 1854,
JOHN DINsMoRE,
No. l2sth Street, New York.
Morals eyes were like stars and
her thin hands trembled.
bent over her and whispered II
think l understand. Shall l send
for him? ?n
"Yes, yes, once more, once MORE
she gasped.
gave her little lavender and
ammonia and summoned the doc
tor. In half an hour my dispatch
was on its way; in three hours the
answer came:
"On express train. ]. D."
For some reason little Norah
clung to me and begged me not to
leave her, and Biddy must remain,
too Biddy had been so kind on
board the ship.
l remained all night with Norah );
she was very nervous and restless,
and coughed frequently. We were
all anxious about her. 1t was pitt
ful to see her counting the hours on
my watch: touching to hear her
questions concerning the time it
took for the trains, and then re-
preaching herself for keeping me
awake. Morning came at last. The
bright spots on Norah S cheeks deep
ened, her breathing was more labor
ed. and the doctor looked very
thoughtful, while Biddy hoyered
about trying to be still, but always
stumbling over something.
About ten o'clock one of the nurs-
es called me to meet friend in the
parior. To my surprise / found no
Irish laborer, but cultivated gen.
tleman, whose sad face won my
heart at once. One word expressed
his anxiety, "Norah ?" he said ques-
tioningIy.
Come" l answered, she waits for
you" l could almost hear mis- heart
beat as he walked by my side to the
little room where the doctor and
nurses made way for him. "Norah,
my darling" we heard him say, but
no sound came from her lips until |
the doctor entered with me. Il can /
die now." she said, ''for John still |
loves me-" Il have sought for her
every where" he said, everywhere, |
poor little Norah." She did not
die. For weeks John Dinsmore
went back and 70. tn to the hospital,
and one June morning we had a
wedding in the matron's parlor and |
/ gave away the bride. Dear Norah |
she looked like a lily, go frail and
fair and yet unspeakabiy happy. 1t
was Biddy mckinley who told the
story to the nurses.
"You see it was this way: She |
come down TO our ship wild two Ia
dies, an they both was glad to get |
rid of her, but the swate eyes of her |
were most burned out wild weepin'. |
She told no tales till the fever took |
her, and then she talked of John an
John livery minute. Ye see, she was
a radin' to the ovid man, an waitin |
on him like, an the young man he |
come from College, an he just fell |
in love wild her; an the ovid women |
his mother and aunt, bad cess to |
them, they found it out an sent her
away, an Mr.. John could get no
tidings of her until he heard acci-
dental that she sailed for this coun-
try. Well, thin, his ould fayther
died an left him some money, an
seein' his own mother had forgot |
how she was poor girl onct, an
wouldn't listen to the loikes of Mr..
John, why hejist sailed for Ameriky |
an hunted for bis darlint.
"There'll be no wake for Miss No
rah now. but a weddin's better, an
where would she be this blessed
minute if the lady hadn't give paper
to wrap up me duds? Och, its a
great day intirely; and shure as me
names Biddy Mckinley, I'll niver
cease to have due respect for news
papers. seein' what one of thin has
brought to Miss Norah.n
Cake baking at Camp Meeting.