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Owen looked about him rather vacantly; but soon collected himself, and implied in a mournful and touching tone of voice "I'm one of your honor's tenants from Tubber Derg; my name is Owen M'Carthy, your honor that is, if you be Mr. "And pray, what brought you to town, M'Carthy?" "I wanted to make an humble appale to your honor's feelins, in regard to my bit of farm.
But, Owen, you think too much about that child. Let us talk about something else. You've seen Tubber Derg wanst more?" "I did; an' I love it still, in spite of the state it's in." "Ah! it's different from what it was in your happy days. I was spakin' to Bridget about the farm, an' she advises us to go, widout losin' a minute, an' take it if we can." "It's near this place I'll die, Frank.
Having formed the resolution of visiting his old friends at Tubber Derg, he communicated it to Kathleen and his family; Ids wife received the intelligence with undisguised delight. "Owen," she replied, "indeed I'm glad you mintioned it. Many a time the thoughts of our place, an' the people about it, comes over me.
"One thing, I can tell you," said Frank; "it was but a short time in the new agent's hands, when the dacent farmers stopped goin' to America." "But Frank," said Owen, and he sighed on putting the question, "who is in Tubber Derg, now?" "Why, thin, a son of ould Rousin' Redhead's of Tullyvernon young Con Roe, or the Ace o' Hearts for he was called both by the youngsters if you remimber him.
Och, musha, I forget who I'm spakin' to, or I wouldn't disremimber the ould sayin' that's abroad this many a year: 'who ever knew a M'Carthy of Tubber Derg to tell a lie, break his word, or refuse to help a friend in distress. But, Owen, you're well to do in' the world?" "We're as well, Bridget, or may be betther, nor you ever knew us, except, indeed, afore the ould lase was run out wid us."
You should have taken a leaf out of his book, and have had your sports in a sheltered place like this. But you didn't think of it, you see; and he did, and that's where he's beat you." "He'll be top-sawyer soon of you two, and carry all afore him," added jocular Mr. Tubber. "No," said Henchard gloomily. "He won't be that, because he's shortly going to leave me."
"Well, childher," said the father, "didn't I tell yez the bitther mornin' we left Tubber Derg, not to cry or be disheartened that there was a 'good God above who might do somethin' for us yet? I never did give up may trust in Him, an' I never will. You see, afther all our little troubles, He has wanst more brought us together, an' made us happy. Praise an' glory to His name!"
The house stood on a gentle eminence, beneath which a sweep of green meadow stretched away to the skirts of Tubber Derg. Around him was a country naturally fertile, and, in spite of the national depression, still beautiful to contemplate. Kathleen and two servant maids were milking, and the whole family were assembled about the door.
"Belay that!" interrupted Tarpaulin, astonished not more at the length of his companion's speech than at the nature of his refusal "Belay that you tubber! and I say, Legs, none of your palaver!
Indeed, so well had Owen's unparalleled affection for his favorite child been known, that it was the general opinion about Tubber Derg that her death had broken his heart. "Poor Owen, he's dead," they used to say; "the death of his weeny one, while he was away in Dublin, gave him the finishin' blow. It broke his heart."
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