Connecticut western news., 1875-04-09

one or the nfSG nrmS Tn the great GUY. Then, when he paused to consider that he was rich and independent, and gen. tleman, came home longings. The Up land Farm, the lane where he last walked with Julia, the quiet little market town all used to come before him as he sat in his grand, lonely house; and at last he resolved to pay his native land visit.
 He arrived at Gort late ill the after noon of the 18th of March, and deter mined to remain quiet till the 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 tie country town than he anticipated far fewer changes than there were in himself. But when St. Patrick's day dawned clear and frosty, he could not membered direction of the Upland Farm. How his heart beat as he 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 over ground, where his fathers house stood
 | Faint and sick, he entered the first
 
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 " 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 him9 Is he dead ?" Owen asked breath lessly. -sa- 45 aa
 "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; far, far hotter and heavier then 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." It was hard to make poor old Martin MacDermott understand that his brother had come back, and was rich, and will ing 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 from Ballybane. l can never hould up my head among the neighbors again. Sure I'm poor, broken-lown orlld crea- ture; but I have 8 small taste of the spirit of the MacDermotts left yet, in spite of all my troubles. Take me an Julia away, Ownie.
 There was now demonstrated beauti- 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 landed he died, with out any visible or local cause-simply off a 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 term of transportation expired, his uncle took him to live with him. The young man had learned severe lesson, but he profted by it, and is now one of the most prosperous and esteemed merchants of New York. His children climb on the knee 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 can see that. I'm happy old man. I could never have been SO had com mitted any horrid act of vengeance. In doing good for evil I feel that I am truly h1ast p