The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-05-07

Cross. On board, no made himself 80
useful and agreeable to the captain that
he gave him 4 recommendations to mer-
chant in New York, who took him into
his Office. For i've years Owen worked
patiently and steadily, and then his mas
ter promoted him to clerk; and 80 on,
from step to step, his patient, honest in.
dustry raised him till he became partner
in one OF the FIRST hrms in the great city.
Then, when he paused to consider that he
Was rich and Independent, and . gentle.
man, came home-longings. Tho Upland
farm, tho lane where he last walked with
Julia, the quiet little market town, ill
used to come before him as he sat in his
grand, lonely house; and at last he re.
solved to pay his native land visit.
He arrived ut Gort late on tho after
noon Of the 10Th Of March, and deter.
mined to remain quiet till tho next day,
when he felt pretty sure Of meeting his
brother Martin. It was just thirty years
since Owen left his native place, and
there were fewer changes in the dull lit
Ito country town than he anticipated
far fewer changes than there were in him.
self. But when St. Patrick 8 day dawned
clear and frosty, he could not rest, and
started early in the well-remembered d.
rection Of tho Upland farm. How his
heart beat as no drew near tho old cabin,
weathsr-stained and desolate, which had
been tho home of Julia; and now it stood
still as he reached the level field of oats
which was just coming over ground where
his fathers house stood! Faint and sick,
he entered tho first cabin he came to.
and asked drink Of water. A wretched
old woman, seeing how white he looked,
asked him to take a 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 expression,
and : quantity of fair hair negligently
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 become of Martin MacDermott and
his blessed family. This is his daughter,
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; ''he's in the poor
house,"
Owen buried his face in his hands and
wept aloud. Surely his curse had fallen
hot and heavy; fur, far hotter and heav.
Ter 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? I might have known;
you are so like her,
1t was hard to mako poor old Martin
MacDermott understand that his brother
had come back, and was rich, and willing
to help him; but whea it did dawn ON his
feeble mind his sorrow and his gratitude
were touching to behold. "Take me
away, Ownie-take me away from Bally.
bane. l can never hould up my head
among the neighbors again. Sure. I'm a
poor, broken.down ould creature; but
have a small taste of the spirit OF the
MacDermotts left yet, in spite of all Fmy
troubles. Take me an Julia away,
Ownie.''
There was now demonstrated d beauti.
full instance Of magnanimity. Owen took
aAA0 VI OsACA AAO u4S uAoC0 " INC" L OIA
but Martin did not long live to enjoy the
splendid home Of Owen. Six months If:
ter they landed he died, without
any visible or local cause-simply of q
broken heart. Julia took her place as
mistress of her uncle's establishment
and before very long married the son Of his
partner, and had fine house of her own
and when Darby's term of transperta.
ton expired, his uncle took him to live
with him. The young man had learned q
severe lesson, but he profited by it; and
is now one Of the most prosperous and es.
teemed 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 he strokes his eldest boys golden
curls: "Your Owen is like me, nephew
I Gun see that. I'm happy old man.
could not have been so had I committed
any horrid act Of vengeance. In doing
good for evil feel that am truly blest."