Connecticut western news., 1885-05-27

"mane enough" to accept favors of others. He kept his way, martyr to his one great wish-living on little, working at night on any extra job he could earn few shillings by, running errands in his noon-tide hour of rest, and talking to any one who would listen of his one great hope, and of Nora and little Jamesy.
 At first the men, who prided them selves on being all Americans and on turning out the best work in the city, made sort of butt of Connor, whose ''wild Irish" ways and verdancy were in- deed often Imaginable. But he won their hearts at last and when one day, mount ing workbench, he shook his little bundle, wrapped in red handkerchief, before their eyes and shouted "Look, boys, I've got the whole at last. I'm going to bring Nora and Jamesy over at last. Whorool I've got it [" all felt a sympathy in his joy, and each grasped his great hand in cordial congratulations, and one proposed to treat all around, and drink good voyage to Nora.
 They parted in merry mood, most of the men going to comfortable homes. But Connor's resting place was poor lodging-house, where he shared crazy garret with four other men, and in the joy of heart the poor fellow exhibited his handkerchief, with his hard-earned savings tied up in wad in the middle, before he put it under his pillow and fell asleep. When he awakened in the morning he found his treasure gone. Some villain, more contemptible than most bad men are, had robbed him.
 At first Connor could not believe he lost it. He searched every corner 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 a breathless way. "Boys, is any man that bad ?"
 And some one answered.: "No doubt of it, Connor. It's stole."
 Then Connor put his head down on his hands and lifted up his voice and wept. It was one of those sights which men never forget. It seemed more than he could bear, to nave Nora and his child ''put," as he expressed it, "months away from him again"
 But when he went to work that day it seemed to all who saw him that he had picked up new determination. His hands were never idle. His face seemed to say, "Pll have Nora with me yet" At noon he scratched out 8 letter, plotted and scrawled, telling Nora what had happened; and those who observed him noticed that he had no meat for dinner. Indeed, from that moment he lived on bread, potatoes and cold water, and worked as few men ever worked be- fore. It grew to be the talk of the shop. and now that sympathy was ex. cited, every one wanted to help Connor. Jobs were thrown in his way, kind words and friendly wishes helped him share the food or drink of any other workman.
 That seemed sort of charity to him. Still he was helped along. A present from MT. Bawn, at payday, set Nora, as he said, "aweek nearer" and this and that and the other added to the little hoard. It 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, '1'm going to bring them over," and to show his handker- chief, in which, as before, he tied his earnings, this time, however, only to his friends. Cautious among strangers, he hid his treasure, and kept bis vest buttoned over it night and day until the tickets were bought and sent. Then every man, woman and child capable of hearing and understanding knew that Nora and her baby were coming.
 There was John Jones, who had more of the brute in his composition than usually falls to the lot of man-even he, who hurled his hammer at an offenders head, missing him by hairs breadth, would spend ten minutes in the noon hour in reading the Irish news to Con- nor. Tom Baker, the meanest man among the number, who had never been known to give anything to any one be- | fore, absolutely bartered an old jacket for pair of gilt vases which a peddler brought in his basket to the shop, and presented them to Connor for Nora's mantIepiece. And here was idle Dick, who actually worked two hours on Con- nor's work, when illness kept the Irish man at home one day. Connor felt this kindness, and returned it whenever it was in his power, and the days flew by and. brought at last letter from his wife.
 "She would start as he desired, and she was well and so was the boy, and might the Lord bring them safely to each others arms and bless those who had been so kind to him." That was the substance of the epistle which Con- nor proudly assured his fellow-workmen Nora wrote herself. She had lived at service, as a girl, with certain good old lady, who had given her an educa- tion, the items of which Connor told upon his fngers-"The readin', that's one, and the writin'. that's two, and moreover she knows all that a woman can." Then he looked up at his fellow men with tears in his eyes and asked:
 'Do ye wonder the time seems long between me and her, boys?"
 So it was-Nora at the dawn of day Nora at noon-Nora at night-until news came that the Stormy Petrel had come to port, and Connor, breathlesG and pale with excitement, flung his car in thn air and aboutod