Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-04-09

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of Hevcran's that I axed first and be
spoke; between your only brother and
all the hopes of peace he has in this
world-you, that has full and plenty,
Martin MacDermottp
"Tm goin' to marry julia" Martin re-
piled, with sullen determination.
"Julia, what do you say2" Owen asked,
turning to the girl, who stood silently
weeping.
II must answer for her." O'Bryne
said. "I promised her to Martin, and
Pm not goin' back of my word, can tell
you. What have you to shOwY How do
you mean to keep herr"
"What do you say, Julia"
"I wish to stick to you, Ownie, and
never marry anyone olse--never, never,
as / hope for luckp
"God bless you for them words, dar-
lin' Only be true and faithful, and I'll
soon have cabin for you somewhere"
"Juliap said her father, raising his
hands to heaven, "if you marry that boy,
ever spake to him, ever think OF him, I'll
curse you on my bare kneesl You don't
know what fathers curse is! Don't
bring 1t on my child, if you love her.
Never come across her again, Ownie
MacDermottp
"You hear that, Julia. What am to
dor" Owen asks.
"Go away. and never come near me
again, or he'll curse me, Ownie. Go
awaym
owen MacDermott stood perfectly
still for few minutes, and then, raising
his eyes to heaven, and with the i'm
petuosity of a young Irishman, called
down bitter curse on his only brother.
"May you never be happier than l am
now, sleeping or waking! May every
thing you put your hand to turn to dust
and ashes! May your children live to
hate and dishonor you, Martin MacDer.
motif "And with one long look at the
| trembling Julia Owen rapidly passed
out into the cold darkness of the March
| evening and was seen no more in Castle
gar. Ten pounds of the money left him
| by his father he took, the remainder lay
in the bank. But which side he went, or
what became or him, no one knew.
A year passed away and then Michael
| O'Byrne died, and Julia, from sheer in
ability to resist any longer, became the
wife of Martin MacDermott, though she
feared the very sound of his voice and
trembled at his touch. He was tyrant,
but she scarcely needed that, for she had
no will and no wish to do anything but
what he bade her. She had children, but
one after another they sickened and died,
and things in general began to grow
wrong with Martin; his shabby churlish-
ness making him generally disliked.
| When they were ten years married Julia
died in giving birth to twins, a fine
healthy boy and girl. Both lived, and
all the affection their father had for any
thing he centered on the boy he called
Darby after his own father. The little
girl he cared nothing about, allowing
her to grow up just as best she could.
| The farm Martin took so tTeacherously
| from his brother he gave up long before,
as nothing ever sown there prospered,
and, indeed, acre by acre the Upland
Farm had been going for years. Darby
MacDermott grew up to be fine, hand
some man, first and foremost in every
mischief the village could afford, and at
twenty years of age got transported for
seven years for treason felony, as he had
taken part in the rebellion of 1S4S.
Julia was an idle, careless girl, who
spent her time in gossiping in the
neighbours house, instead of taking care
of her father, a weak, helpless old man.
who toiled early and late trying to keep
roof over his head. All his wretched
schemes had turned out badly. They
had not in them the ring of straight
forward and honest man. Above all
the trouble and disgrace of his son
Darby completely broke him down, and
he took to his bed, only wishing and
wanting to die: "It's the curse, it's
Ownie's curse" he would moan fol
hours, as he lay alone without soul tc
hand him even drink of water. "Sure
might have known it would come"
AT length the climax of Martin Mac
Dermott's suffering was reached, the
measure of his punishment filled up
For three years he had not paid q six
pence of rent, and he was dispossessed
turned out of the house in which he had
been born, and his father and grand
father before him, to die by the way-left
homeless and friendless by the roadside
on dreary November morning.
Remembering his harshness to his
only brother, his. harshness to his poor
timid, patient wife, his blind indulgence
of his son in the face of patent facts, his
total neglect of his only daughter, and
his mean, scheming character, there
were few to pity Martin MacDermott in
his trouble; and so he was taken to the
workhouse, his house knocked down, and
not trace left of what had been once q
happy homestead.
And Owen, when he left the tent tha
ever-memorable st. Patricks night, il
was with the resolve of going away for
ever-anywhere, SO that he was far from
the place which had suddenly become
hateful to him. He walked all night
and at the break of day found himsel
just outside the town of Ballinasloe
There he had some breakfast, and at thu
inn he entered into conversation will
some men who were going to Englant
/ with cattle, and were in want of drovel
owen offered his services, and as he ap
peared quiet, respectable young ma
r they were accepted at once. The
reached Dublin in three days, and the
started for Liverpool, when Owen SAT-
good-by to the cattle-jObbers and too
passage to America in the Golden Cross
On board, he made himself so useful an
, agreeable to the Captain that he CAV
him recommendation to a merchant i
l New York, who took him into his Office
5 For five years Owen worked patientl
' and steadily, and then his master pre-
s NOTED him to be clerk; and so on fror
step to step his patient, honest industr
e raised him till he became partner in on
c of the first firms in the great city. The
s when he paused to consider that he wa
S TlCn anu lndepenuenl, ana a gentleman
e came home-longings. The Upland Farm
e the lane where he had last walked wit
d Julia, the quiet little market town-a
r used to come before him as he sat in h
i grand, lonely house; and at last he r
solved to pay his native place visit.
9 lie arrived at Gort late on the afte
: noon of the 10th of March, and dete
6 mined to remain quiet till the next da
. when he felt pretty sure of meeting b
e brother Martin. II was Just thirty yea
!. since Owen left his native place, an
!. there were fewer changes than thel
q were in himself. But when st. Patrick
: Day dawned clear and frosty he coul
!. not rest, and started early in the well-r
/ membered direction of the Upland Farm
How his heart beat as he drew near Il
! old cabin, weather beaten and desolat
, which had been the home of Julia; an
/ how il stood still as he reached the lev
/ field of oats which was just coming ov,
! ground where his fathers house stOo
Faint and sick he entered the first cab
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