New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1859-09-10
NEW OREGON, IOWA, SEPT. TO- 1859. No. 4.

dred sudden deaths! Yet what escapes
the vicegerent shall the King himself
visit and judge. "For he cometh! He
cometh to judge the earth; with right
eougness shall He judge the world, and
the people with equity"
Six months passed after Keerys death
and now for the heights of Greenfield
and her sunny window Hitty Dimock' S
white face looked out upon landscape
of sudden glory; for October, the gold
bringer, had come, pouring splendor over
the earth, and far and wide the forests
blazed; scarlet and green naples, with
erect heads, sentinelled the street, gay
lifeguards of autumn; through dark green
cedars the crimson creeper threaded it's
sprays of blood red; birches, gilded to
their tops, swayed to every wind, and
dropped their graceful boughs earthward
to shower the messy sward with glitter
ing leaves; heavy oaks turned purple
crimson through their widespread
boughs; and the stately chestnuts, with
foliage of tawny yellow, opened wide their
singing husks to let the nuts fall for
squirrel and bluejay. Splendid sadness
clothed all the world, opal-hued mists
wandered up and down the valleys or
| fingered about the underlined horizon,
and the leaf-scented south wind sighed
in the still noon with foreboding gentle
ness. .
One day, Abner Dimock was gone,
and Hitty stole down to the garden-door
with her little child, now just trying to
walk, that he might have little play on
the green turf, and she cool her hot eyes
and lips in the air. AS she sat there
watching the pretty clumsiness of her
boy, and springing forward to intercept
his falls, the influence of sun and air, the
playful joy of the child, the soothing
stiffness of all Nature, stole into her heart
till it dreamed dream of hope. Per-
haps the budding blossom of promise
might become floral and fruitful; perhaps
her child might yet atone for the agony
of the pasta time might come when
she should sit in that door, whitehaired
and trembling with age, but as peaceful
as the autumn day, watching the sports
of his children, while his strong arm sus-
tanned her into the valley of shadow, and
his tender eyes lit the way. a
AS she sat dreaming, suddenly figure
intercepted the sunshine, and, looking
up, she saw Abner Dimocks father, the
elder Abner, entering the little wicket
gate of the garden. A strange, tottering
old figure, his nose and chin l. grimacing
at each other, his bleared eyes telling un-
mistakable truths of. cider-brandy and
New England rum, his scant locks of
white lying in confusion over his wrink-
led forehead and cheeks, his whole air
squalid, hopeless, and degraded, mot so
much by the poverty of vice as by it's de-
moralizing stamp penetrating from the
inner to the outer man, and levelling it
even below the plane of brutes that per-
ish. ~.
tsGood-day! good-day!' said he to his
sons wife, in a squeaking tremulous tone
that drove the child to his mothers arms,
-ssAbner to home?"
"No, Sir" said Hitty, with an invol-
untary shudder, that did not escape the
bleared blue eyes that fixed it's watery
gaze upon her.
"Cold, ant yet Better go in, better
go in! Come, come along! How de do,
little feller! don't know yer grandper,
heyl"
The child met his advances with an
omnibus scream, and Hitty hurried into
the house to give him to the servants
charge, while she returned to the sitting
room, where the old man had seated him
self in the rocking-chair, and was taking
a mental inventory Of the goods and chat
tells with momentary keenness in his
look that no way reassured Hitty's ap-
prehensive heart. ''&