New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1859-08-27

granite pillar she had purchased; and it
was for his father that Abner Dimock
called on the young lady for directions
as to the disposal Of the tombstone lust
arrived. Hitty was in the garden; her
white morning-dress shone among the
roses, and the morning air had flushed
her pale cheek; she looked fair and deli
cate and gracious; but her helpless igno-
rance of the worlds ways and usages
attracted the world-hardened man more
than her face. He had not spent roue
life in great city for nothing; he had
lived enough with gentlemen, broken
down and lost, it is true, but well-bred,
to be able to ape their manners; and the
devils instinct that such people possess
warned him of Hitty Hyde's weakest
points. So, too, he contrived to make
that first errand lead to another, and still
another,-to make the solitary woman
depend on his help, and expect his COM
ing; fifty thousand dollars, with no more
incumbrance than such woman. was
worth scheming for, and the prey was
easily shared.
1t is not to be expected that any
country village of two streets, much less
Greenfield, could long remain ignorant
OF such new and amazing phase as the
devotion OF any man to any woman there
in; but as nobody liked to enterfere too
soon in what might only be, after all, a
mere business arrangement, Greenfield
contented itself with using it's eyes, it's
ears, and It's tongues, with one exception
to the latter organs clatter, in favor of
EIitty Hyde; to her no one dared as yet
approach with gossip or advice
In the mean time Hitty went on her way
all regardless of the seraphs at the gate.
Abner Dimock was handsome, agreeable,
gentlemanly to certain lackered extent;
who had cared for Hitty, in all her life,
enough to aid and counsel her as he had
already done! At first she was half
afraid OF him; then she liked him; then
he was $50 good to me!' and then-she
pitied him! for he told her, sitting on
that hard old sofa, in the June twilight,
how he had no mother, how he had been
cast upon the charities of cruel and
evil world from his infancy; reminded her
of the old red school-house where they
had been to school together, and the ty-
ranny of the big boys over him,-a little
curly, mothcrless boy. So he enlarged
upon his life; talked mildly bitter mis-
anthropy; informed Miss Hyde by grad
ual insinuations that she was an angel
sent on earth to console and reform
poor sinner like him; and before the last
September rose had dropped, SO far had
Abner Dimock succeeded in his engin-
eering, that his angel was astounded one
night by the undeniably terrestrial visi-
tation of an imbrace and respectfully
fervid kiss.
Perhaps it would have been funny,
perhaps pathetic, to analyze the mixed
CONSERVATION and delight of Mehetible
Hyde at such boma-1sde evidence of lov-
er. Poor woman's heart!--altogether
solitary and desolate,--starved of its
youth and its joy,-given over to the
chilly reign of patience and resignation,
afraid of life-without strength, or
hope, OF pleasure,-and all at once Para
disc dawns!-her cold, innocent life
bursts into fiery and odorous bloom; she
has found her fate, and it's face is keen
with splendor, like young angels =
Poor, deluded, blessed, rapture. .smitten
woman!
Blame her as you will, indignant maid
ems Of Greenfield, Miss Flint, and Miss
Sharp, and Miss Skinner! You may
have had ten lovers and twenty firta-
tions apiece, and refused half-a-dozen
good matches for the best of reasons;
you, no doubt, would have known better
than to marry man who was villain
from his very physiognomy; but my
heart must needs grow tender toward
Miss Hyde; great joy is as pathetic as
sorrow. Did you never cry over do