The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1875-05-25

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who took him into his office. Fer five
years Owen worked patiently and steadi
lily, and then his master promoted him to
be clerk ; and so on from step to step, his
patient honest industry raised him, till he
became partner in one of the first firms 10
the great city. Then, when he paused to
consider that he was rich aud independ.
ent, and gentleman, came home long
ings. The Upland Farm, the lane wberc
he had last walked with Julia, the quiet
little market.town- all used to come be.
fore him as he sat in his grand, lonely
house and at last he resolved to pay bis
native place a visit.
He arrived at Gort late on the after.
noon Of the 10th of March, and determin.
ed to remain quiet till the next day, y,when
he felt pretty sure of meeting his brother
Martin. 1t was just thirty years since
Owen left his native place, and there
were fewer changes in the dull little
country town than he anticipated
fewer changes than there were 10 himself.
But when st. Patrick's day dawned clear
and frosty, he could not rest aud started
earl ly in the remembered direction
Of Upland Farm. How his heart beat as
he drew near to the old cabin, weather
stained aud desolate, which had been the
home Of Julia and how it stood still as
he reached the level field of oats which
was just coming over the ground where
his fathers house stood Faint and sick
he entered the first cabin he came to and
asked for drink Of water. A wretched
old woman, seeing how white he looked,
asked him to take n stool, which he did
and after few minutes silence he began
to ask some questions about the place. A
young girl, with lace that would have
been pretty but for its s1lky expression,
and quantity of fair hair neglgently
hanging over her shoulders, looked up
from heap Of fax she was carding, and
examined the stranger attentively, as he
asked the old woman what had become Of
The McDermotts.
"Come here, Judy, and tell mis- nonor
what became of Martin McDermott aud
his blessed family This is his daughter,
SIR"
"And Martin, what has become OF him
Is he dead ~ Owen asked breathlessly.
mo it would be good job if he was,
tho girl said sullenly; "he's in the poor
house"
Owen buried his face 10 his hands and
wept aloud. Surely his curse had fallen
hot and heavy; far, far hotter and heavier
than he meant it should.
"Girl did you ever hear of your uncle
Owen? am he Take me to your
father. And this is Julia's daughter ?
| might have known; you are SO like
her."
1t was hard to make poor old Martin
McDernott understand that his brother
had come back, and was rich, and willing
to help him, but when it did dawn on his
feeble mind his sorrow and his gratitude
were touching to behold
Take me away, Ownie, take me away
my head among the neighbors again
Sure, I'm poor, broken-down ould crea-
ture but have small taste of the
spirit of the McDermotts left yet, in spite
Of all my troubles Take me and Julia,
Ownie."
There was now demonstrated beaut-
full instance of magnanimity. Owen took
his brother and his niece to New York {;
but Martin did not long live to enjoy the
splendid home Of Owen. Six months
after they had landed he died without
any visible or local cause-simply of a
broken heart. Julia took her place as
mistress of her uncle's establishment and
before long married the son Of his part
ner, and had fine house Of her own, and
when Darby's term Of transportation ex-
pired, his uncle took him to live WITH
The young man had learned a severe
lesson, but he pro6ted by it, and is now
one Of the most prosperous and esteemed
merchants in New York His children
climb on the knees of white.haired
gentle old man, they call Uncle Owen
and he sometimes says TO Darby, as hc
strokes his Oldest boys curls
Your Owen is like me, nephew car
see that. I'm happy old man. | coult
not have been so had | committed any
act Of horrid vengeance. In doing GOO
, for evil feel that am truly blest'