The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-05-15

lys} - T."
THE STRANGER SANK DOWN ON HIS
KNEES.
speech. and the smile on his wasted face
grew brighter. Then again his eyes
opened and their gaze wandered about
the little room.
Il thought we were there" he said. a
little disappointed. II thought we had
reached the end of the journey and were
resting on the blue grass under the big
tree down by the meadow. l smelt the
clover blossoms and the wild roses, and
heard the birds singing in the tree
overhead. and the water as it flowed
along over the white stones on its way
down from the big spring up under the
three old elm trees. But it Is not far.
and we shall be there before night comes
on. Come, now, and let's be going. for
we have another hill to climb, and /
am anxious to see the dear old place"
lie was still again for minute or two,
but no one looked up to disturb him.
"Ah!' he said at last, as the smile
faded from his features and look Of
doubt and trouble succeeded it. "What
il they will not let us come in? What
If they drive us away again as they did
before? But they can not be so cruel as
that. No, no: | will tell them that we
have come long way and have walked
many, many days to get back to the old
home, and they can not be SO cruel as to
turn us away. ] will tell them how
well love it. and of all the fond mem
cries have Of it, and they will be
touched by that and not drive us away
any more. will tell them of her
of my dear. poor Marian, who came to
live with me in the old house. l will
speak to them of the times when she
and used to go arm-in-arm about the
big pasture. and of the times whom we
sat on the long porch and dreamed and
planned for the future. l Will tell
them how we'll she loved the flowers
and tho birds, and how often we
wandered about gathering the roses
and the ferns. will tell them all this.
and Of the day she died. and will ask
/ them to let me stay at the old home,. SO
can go every day and plant flowers
on her grave. They will not drive US
of when tell them this"
HE is dying" somebody said, IN .
soft whisper.
Yes, he is nearing the end OF his
Journey" the doctor replied, as he bent
over the old man. ''Does anyone know
any thing Of his life?"
No one spoke.
Then the door opened softly and q
stranger entered. Leaning forward and
bending over the apparently lifeless
, form. the stranger looked on the haggard
face for some time, then raising himself
he muttered:
1T is he"
A minute passed and they all waited
in silence. The stranger did not speak
and the doctor touching his arm asked:
what do you know Of him?"
He is my father. Years ago went
away from home and soon after my
mother died. Then there came trouble,
and those nearly related to him set to
work to rob him Of his home. He was
old and easily persuaded, and after .
time they got deed to his property,
and then they drove him out. They at
tempted to confine him in a luper's
home, but he ran away, and for years
/ he has wandered about the country.
From the day learned his fate l have
searched for him in every direction.
| Sometimes heard of him being some
where, but always a long time after he
| had been there, and it is only now that
i ho,,
| dying"
The stranger sank down on his knees,
and, taking his fathers hand in his,
bent his head upon it and let his tears
fall. Those present fell back q little,
and though they were as silent as death
their eyes grew dim and tear-drops
| rolled down the cheeks Of some OF
them. 1t was but a few moments, per-
haps, though it seemed an age, before
any one spoke. 1t was the old man who
broke the silence.
1--WE have come long way to-day"
he said. land I am growing faint and
weak. 1t is not far now, but / must sit
down here by the way-side and rest q
little before attempt to climb the 9TH
er hill. We have climbed good many
| hills to-day, but was not so weak then.
/ will lie down here on the grass and
you. Sanch. lie down by me. for while |
rest want to tell you about the dear
old home that am going back to, and
that haven't seen for SO long.
Il will tell you about the old house
first, and remember it we'll, for it was
only last night hat ! saw it in my
dreams, just as / have seen it every
night for 80 many years. There is the
| big room, the one with the great fire.
place in which the hickory logs
burned and cracked, shootin.
up soft blazes of light. There
is where we used to sit of winter even.
! ings, Marian and I, when we talked
of the future and of what life would be
to us. ! saw Marian sitting there las,
night. and l saw the happy smile on
her face, Just as have seen it so MANY
times in the old days before she wen,
away. Then there is the little garden
with the flower-beds that we used TIC
love, and down below is the great, old
orchard with the red apples and the
rosy peaches Over on the hill beyond
is the old school-house. where Marian
and used to 60, and where l first saw
her and learned to love her. That has
been many years ago, but l have never
forgotten it, and 1t is all as plain now
as If 1t was but yesterday. Then there
is the little church, standing in The
edge Of the woods, where we used to &c
OF Sundays to listen to the white
haired old minister when he told of the
new and beautiful home there is ready
for Us all in the better world. They
| used to sing down there ut tho church