Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1875-04-30

felt pretty sure of meeting his brother Mar
tin. 1t was just thirty years since owen
left his native place, and there were fewer
changes in the dull little country town
than he antici pated-far fewer changes than
there were in himself But when st. Pat
rick's day dawned clear and frosty, he
could not rest, and started early in the we'll
remembered direction OF the Upland Farm.
How his heart beat as be drew near the old
cabin, weather. stained and 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 stool, which
he did, and after few minutes silence, he
began to ask some questions about the
place. A young girl, with face that would
have been pretty but for its sulky express
sion, and quantity of fair hair negligent
ly 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 MacDermotts.
"Come here, Judy, and tell his honor
what has become of Martin MacDermott
and his blessed family. This is his daugh-
ter, sir"
"And Martin, what has become of him
Is he dead - owen asked breathlessly.
''No; it would be good job if he was"
the girl said sullenly she's in the poor
house -
Owen buried his face in 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 owen2 am he I
Take me to your father. And this is JUL
las daughter! l might have known you
are so like her,"
II was so hard TO make poor old Martin
MacDermott 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 gratitude and his sorrow
were touching to behold.
Take me away, Ownie-take me away
from Ballybane. can never hould up my
head among the neishbors again. Sure
I'm poor broken-down ould creature ;
but l have small taste of the spirit of the
MaeDermotts len yet, in spite Of all my
troubles. Take me and Julia away,
owen"
There was now demonstrated a beautiful
instance Of magnanimity. owen took his
brother and niece to New York but Mar
tin did not live long to enjoy the splendid
home of Owen. Six months after be land
ed, ha died, without any visible or local
cause-simply of broken heart. Julia
took her place as mistress of her uncle's es-
tablishment and before very long, mar
ried the son Of his partner, and had a fine
house Of her own; and when Darby's term
oftransportation expired his uncle took him
to live W tn him. The young man had learn
ed a severe lesson, but he protited by it ;
and is now one of the most prosperous and
esteemed merchants In New York. His
children climb on the knees of a white
haired, gentle old man, they call Uncle
Owen and he sometimes says TO Darby,
as he strokes his eldest boys golden curls
"YOur owen is like me nephew; I can
see that. I'm a happy old man. could
not have been so had committed any hor-
rid act of vengeance. In doing good for
evil, feel that am truly blest. Cham
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