Oakes weekly Republican. (Oakes, Dickey County, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1883-1898, 1895-12-20

ton. Much waiting, for there was broken
down coal wagon In Salutation alley. Long
conference between Nora and Mike, in
which he did all the talking and sho all
the listening, MS to homo rulc and Mr.. Nc
Carthy, and what o Bricn thought of this
and what Cunniff thought of that. Thon
on occasional question camo In Swedish
from the matron above their heads and
was followed by n reply IN Celtic English
from Mike, each wholly ignorant Of tho
views or wishes of tho others. And occa-
sionally the escort of rilcmen, after some
particular attack Of chaff, in words which
they fortunately did not understand,
looked up to their matron, controller and
director, exchanged words with her aud
then studied tho pavement again for tracks
of buffalo. A long hour of all this, the
stone and brick of tho city giving away to
green trees between tho houses as they
como to Dorchester
Poor Nora looks right and looks left,
hoping to meet her big brother. Sho be-
gins to think she shall remember him.
Everybody else looks so different from
Fermoy that he must look like homo.
But thoro is no brother.
There is at last n joyful cry as the Swctl-
ish matron and the riflemen recognize
familiar faces. And Mike smiles gladly
and brings round the stout bays with a
twitch, SO that tho end of tho cart comes
square to the sidewalk. Somebody pro-
duces a stopladdcr, and tho Swedish ma
tron, with her birlcago in her hand, do.
seconds in triumph. Much kissing, much
shaking of hands, much thanking of God,
more or less rcvcrcnt. Thcn the cords arc
out, bods flung down, tho giant boxes lift
ed, the sons of Anak only know how.
Tho money covenantcd for is produced
and paid, and Mike mounts lightly to
Nora's side.
"And now, Nora, my child, wherr is the
paper? For In two minutes We'll soon be
their, now chat this rubbish is landed"
And ho read on tho precious paper,
"John Mclaughlin, 90 Linwood street."
Strange to say, the paper said just what
1t had said two hours before.
"And now, my dear child wo will be
therr in ten minutes, if only wo can cross
back Of Egan's."
And although they could not cross back
of Egan's, for Egan had put up "tini-
mont" house since Mike had passed that
way, yot in ten minutes Linwood street had
been found, No. 90 at last revealed itself,
between Nos. and "a great six story
wooden tindcr box, with clothcslinos
mysterious behind open doors in front,
long passages running through, three
doors on cnch sido of passage and the
wondering heads Of II women who be-
longed to five different races and spoke in
six different languages appearing from
tholr II windows, as Mike and Nora and
the two bays all stopped ut ono and tho
same moment ut the door.
Mike was already anxious about his
time, for he was to be at tho custom house
an hour away or mora, ut II sharp. But
no selected n certain Widow Flynn from
tho II white capped women, he explained
to her briefly that John Mclaughlin was
to bo found, ho told Nora for tho thirty
seventh time that all was right, and that
sho must not cry, he looked at his watch
again, rather anxiously, mounted his box,
and drove swiftly away.
He was tho one thread which bound
Nora to this world. And this thread broke
before her eyes.
Mrs. Flynn affected to DO cheerful. But
she was not cheerful. Mrs. Flynn was n
prominent person in her sodality. And
we'll she knew that If any John McLaugh-
lin III those parts wcro expecting any sis
ter from home sho should know him and
whero he lived. Well she knew, also that
John Mclaughlin. tho mason, was born
in Glasgow; that John Mclaughlin, who
is on the city work, had all his family
around him, and, most distinct of all, sho
knew that no Mclaughlin sistcrless or
many sistered, lived in this peehivc-which