The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-03-02

let alone from other honest mems doors,
through the vilyins," said he.
So the farmer was kindly, and said,
"Never mind your name, fill your bel
ly."
Bnt by and by the man went out into
the yard, and then the wife couldn't re-
strain hercuriosity. "Why, good man, Z"
said she, "sure you are too decent man
to be ashamed of your name."
"Tm too decent not to be ashamed of
it, said Brian, "but you are right; an
honest man should tell his name though
they druv him out of heaven for it. 1
am Brian Taafe-that was.
Not Brian Taafe, the strong farmer
at Corrans?"
Say, madam; I'm all that's left of
him.
"Have you a son called Garett?"
81 had, then"
The woman spoke no more to him, but
ran screaming to the door: "Here,
Tom Tom come here |" cried she;
"Tom Tom !" AS Lurcher, a very
sympathetic dog, flew to the door and
yelled and barked fiercely in support of
this invocation, the hullabaloo soon
brought the farmer running in"
Oh, Tom, asthore," cried she, "it's
Mr.. Taafe, the father of Garrett Taafe
himself"
"Oh Lord - cried the farmer, in equal
agitation, and stared at him. "My
blessing on the day you ever set foot
within these doors !" Then he ran to the
door and halloed: ely, Murphy
Ellen come here, We divils p
Lurcher supported the call with great
energy. In ran fine little boy and
girl. "Look ut this man with all the
eyes in your bodyl" said he. "This is
Misther Taafe, father of Garrett Taafe,
that saved us all from ruin and destruc-
ton entirely" He then turned to Mr..
"that years ago, every haporth they had
was going to be carted for the rent but
Garrett Taafe came by, put his hand in
his pocket, took out thirty pounds, and
cleared them in moment. 1t was way
he had; we were not the only ones he
saved that way, so long as he had it to
give"
The old man did not hear these last
words; his eyes were opened, the iron
entered his soul, and he overfowed with
grief and penitence.
"Och, murther murther" he cried.
"My poor boy what had 1 to do at all
to go and turn you adrift, as 1 had done,
for no raison in life ?" Then with pit
eous, apologetic wall 81 tuck the
wrong for the right; that's the way the
world is blinded. Och, Garrett, Garrett,
what will do with the thought of it
An those two vilyins that gave it all to
and they turned me out in my ould days,
as | done you. No mather?" and he fell
into sobbing and a trembling that near
ly killed him for the second time.
But the true friends of his son Garrett
nursed him through that, and comforted
him, so he recovered. But, as he did
live, he outlived those tender feelings
whose mortal wounds had SO nearly killed
him. When he recovered this last blow
he brooded and brooded, but never shed
another tear.
One day, seeing him pretty well re-
stored, as he thought, the good farmer
came to him with a fat bag of gold
"Sir," said he, "soon after your son
helped us, luck set in our way. Mary,
she had legacy we had a wonderful
crop of flax, and with that plant 'tis kill
or cure and then L found lead in the
hill, and they pay me a dale O. money
for leave to mine there. I'm almost
ashamed to take it, tell you all this to
show you 1 can afford to pay you back
that G30, and if you please I'll count it
out"
"Nop said Mr.. Taafe, "I'll not take
CARROTS money but if you will do me a
favor, lend me the whole bag for q week,
for at the sight of it L see a way to
whisper"
Then, with bated breath and i'm strict
confidence, he limited to the farmer a
scheme of vengeance. The farmer was
not even to tell it to his wife. "For,"
said old Brian, "the very birds will car
ry these things about; and sure il is
knowing devils have to deal with, es-
pecially the women"
Next day the farmer lent him a good
suit and drove him to quiet corner
scarce a hundred yards from his old
abode. The old farmer got down and
left him. Lurcher walked at his masters
heels. 1t was noon and the sun shining
bright.
The wife of Shamus Taafe came ont
to hang up her mans shirt to dry, when,
lol scarce thirty yards from her, she
saw an old man seated counting out gold
on broad stone at his feet. At first
she thought it must be one of the good
people-or fairies-or else she must be
dreaming; but, no cooking her head
on one side, she saw for certain the pro-
file of Brian Taafe, and he was counting
mass of gold. She ran in and screamed
her news rather than spoke it.
Nonsense, woman said Shamus,
roughly; "it's not in nature"
"Then go and see for yourself, man !"
said she.
Shamus was not the only one to take
this advice. They all stole out on tip
toe, and made a sort of semi-circle of
curiosity. 1t was no dream there were
piles and piles of gold glowing in the
sun, and old Brian with a horse-pistol
across his knees; and even Lurcher
seemed TO have his eyes steadily fixed
on the glittering booty. When they had
thoroughly drunk in this most unex-
pected scene, they began to talk in agi-
tated whispers; but even in talking they
never looked at each other; their eyes