Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1864-12-09

ihC Cntn' NeaNy bIi poor NlCh, ahN w Hau
arum of i'll luck, 80 thar the place is mort
gagged to its ruil value, and to L hard man-- |
one that will sell Tho home you've been born /
and brought up in rs soon rs eat his break /
fast, so he can make money BY it, II will be /
black day for Melinda and me when we
have to leave the Rock Farm; but 1t must
come soon and don't much caro- what h1.
comes OF me afterwards tell you, sir,
when man has lived to my age under one
roof tree be don't take very kindly to bein' /
moved. Men are like forest trees, sir; you
can take young I'm and do as you please
with it, but If you transplant an old 'un it
dies. Let's talk OF something else, Mr.. Sid
dons, Il oughtn'tto to complain Thanksgivin'
day" ~ s.s Ea
John looked with feeling Of actual rover.
cnce at the hard featured old man, whose
simple soul, borne down as he was by debt,
and grief, aud age could stl find something
to be thankful for. .... ....
The turkey and pumpkin pies were smoIi.
ing on the round table when John and Xcnas
returned from church and Mrs Carey had
brought out her flowing blue' plates aud
her choicest old time silver spoous in honor
Of their guest. There was no beverage but
coffee, that never knew the shores Of Java,
and pitcher Of cold sparkling cider but
champagne could not have been more cordial
ly dealt out by Zenas; and Mrs. Carey's
smiling Kindness gave favor to the chick
srzed rye that is sometimes lacking in egg
shell china"
The table was cleared away, and they were
| sitting round the Grc, when tho door was
opened and Deacon Eyarts entered, bringing
small snow drift on the shoulder Of bis
shaggy ovcrcoat. ,.,t
"Wel, I'm bcstI' quoth Zcnas "Taks
cheer, Deacon. Let me hang your coat
alore the fire to dry
"Cau't stay sad The Deacon, giving him.
self a shake, like black water dog on his
hind legs. " | thought you'd like to hear
the news so | JEST dropped in on NY way to
my dartsr's Thanksgivln' dinner
News what newsg" exclaimed Zcnas,
while his wife dropped her knitting.
Do tell then YOU hain't heerd !'
haint hcerd nothin' but the wind n
howhn' down the chjnbly, and Elder Smiths
ssrlnon this mornin'," said XcnaS, little i'm.
patiently.
THE 'Squire's dead. up to the great
house T.
Dead? You don't tell mo so That's
the man was a spcakin' Of ms holding my
mortgage! y explained Zenas. farming to John
Siddons. "And when did it happen, Dca
con :"
Died las, might, sir, just about rightlail,
as quiet as lamb, There wasn't nobody
with hin but the old hous, keepgr-ro,ks dil
not s'pose he was dangerous And lawyer
| Ovid says there's reg lar viii, and he's left
all his property tn the only relative he had
Iivin'; Soldrrin f,ilcr, that he'd never as
mach as scen-one Sedgewic; or Siblry, or
what was his name now ? Anyhow. he has
fell heir to all Squire Peter Arsiord's prop
er'y, and that's a pretty considerable wind.
! ia! ~
" Was that name Siddons?" asked the
soldier, who bad hitherto listened to the con
vrrsston in silence.
"Ihat'S it!' said the Deacon, giving his
knee sounding slap
"Petvr Ail"slord was my f,.hcrs cousin,"
said the young man qupIy.
Land o Goshen" calculated Deacon Ey
arts, with growing ven ration lor tha heir to
1.-THE old 'aquirc's' money. Now RELY !
that's kind o provirlcntial, an't it. TO think
that you should be right here on the spot p
Il was in search of Mr. Ailesiord's house
! when met you, sir" SAID Siddous, turning
| TO Carey !; " bat AS was unaware what sort
Of reception might get, your kind invita-
! ton dccldod nae to wait day or two"
| In vain the Deacon tried 10 'pump" the
young soldier John SddonS was ciyilly un
communicative, and the Deacon finally took
! leave, burning to unfold his budget Of news
elsewhere.
IL hope, SIR, said Carey, unrasily, when
thcy were once more alone, "you won't BE-
hard about that mortgage. I'm a poor man,
and
Mr.. Carey said John, quietly. "you
shall burn that mort gage on this hearth the
very day come into possession OF my rcla.
ives papers. No thank, sir; have not
! forgotten that | was "a stranger, and you
took Inc in Do yon suppo'e that shall
ever cease to remember the welcome Of the
| Thanksgiving hcurth? never knew either
father or mother; but to day | have fancied
what their kindness might have been"
1t was for Davies sake !" soJbcd Ms.
Carey, fairly overcome.
"Then for your dead sons sake will YOU
let me ill his place toward you? Last night
death took from me the only one in the world
to whom vas allied 10y tics Of blood do
not turn Inc from your hearts ~
"The Lord bless thce--lhr Lord make his
face to shine on thee, my second son. said
The old man Solemny.
Slowly the dust gathered atbwart the bills,
with waling winds and whrling drifts of
! SHOW slowly the darkness wrapped them
round but in Zenas Carcys stcadlast soul
the light OF an eternal Thanksgiving was
burning, and his wife, with fearful eyes,
muscd npou her twa Soldnr boys-one dead
| at Getty sburg, the other sitlipg at her side.
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. IA nt,r VI, ~, VII.