Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-06-06

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me- b.ek lhan 40 vie md hoy b ne
freae; and. anyway, So aIou WORK
saving
twas slow work. but he kept Is q All
Ahe same. Other men, though le and
fun 81 I'm. tried 10 make him drink
made Jet d biz saving habits. coaxed
him 10 accompany them 70 places q
amusement O. % share n their Sunday
froIics 90 Ia vain. Connor liked beer.
liked fun, Liked companicnship. but re
would not delay that l0ng-l00ksd-lor
bringing d Nora over. and was not
ssmane enough" % accept aav0En al
others. re kept hin WY, ) narsyr to
his one great wish living On little,
working st night On any extra Job be
could earn . few Ghillings By. running
errands IA his noon-tide hour Of rest.
and talking 70 any one who would listen
Of hin one great hope, and og Nora and
little Jamesy.
At Rrst The men, who prided them
selves on being all Americans and on
turning out the best work IN the city,
made 3 sort o. butt Of ConnoE, whose
'swild Irish" wayB and verdancy were In
deed often Iauahabla But he won their
hearts at last md when one day, mount
inQ d workbench, he shook his little
bundle, wrapped IN . red handkerchief,
before their eyes and shouted ssLook,
boys, I've got the whole ct lest. I'm
going 20 bring Nora and Jamesy over ct
last Whorooi I've got Il r AL felt .
sympathy in his Joy, and each grasped
his great hand II cordial congratulations,
and one proposed 10 treat al around.
and drink good voyage 70 Nora
They parted IN . merry mood, most Of
the men going 20 comfortable homes.
But COnnor's resting place was poor
lodging-house, where he shared 3 crazy
garnet 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 II 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 are, had robbed him.
AT first Conner could not believe he
lost &c. He searched every corner OF the
room, shook his quilt and blankets and
begged those about him 10 ''quit joking
and give IL back.
But at last he realized the truth.
s1s any man that bad that It's thaved
from me p he asked Ia q breathless
way. Boys, il any man that bad 2"
And some one answered: "No doubt
Of it, Conner. It's stole.
Then Conner put his head down on
bis hands and lifted up his voice and
'wept. It was one Of those sights which
men never forget. Il seemed more than
he could bear, to have Nora and his
child ''put, as he expressed il, ssmOntha
away from him again.
But when he went to work that day Il
seemed to all who saw him that he had
picked up 3 new determination. His
hands we're never idle. His face seemed
to say, "I'Il have Nora with me yet.
At noon he scratched ont letter,
blotted 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. e grew to be the talk Of the
shop, and now that sympathy was ex-
cited, every one wanted to help Conner.
Jobs were thrown in his way. kind
words and friendly wishes helped him
share the food or drink ~ any other
workman.
That seemed sort Of charity 10 him.
Still he was helped along. A present
from Mr.. Bawn, at payday. set Nora,
Is he said, ssaweek nearer" and this and
that and the other added to the little
hoard. It grew faster than the first,
and Conn0r's burden was not 80 heavy.
At last, before he hoped il, he was once
more able to say, 'l'm going to bring
them over, and to show his handker-
chiei, in which, IS before, he tied his
earnings, this time, however, only to
his friends. Cautious among strangers,
be hid his treasure, and kept his vest
buttOned over il 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 ii bis composition than
usually falls 10 the lot Of man-even he,
who hurled his hammer ii an offenders
head, missing him BY q hairs breadth.
would spend ten minutes Ia ths noon
hour ID reading the Irish news % Con-
nor. Tom Baker, the meanest man