D'Ri and I by Irving Bacheller
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that long before you went away to the war a stranger came to see me
one day--a stout man, with white hair and dark eyes. Do you not remember? Well, I did not tell you then, because I was unable to believe, that he came to bring the good news. But he came again after you left us, and brought me money--a draft on account. For us it was a very large sum, indeed. You know we have always been so poor, and we knew that when the war was over there would be more and a-plenty coming. So, what were we to do? 'We will build a home,' said I; 'we will enjoy life as much as possible. We will surprise Ramon. When he returns from the war he shall see it, and be very happy.' The architect came with the builders, and, voila! the house is ready, and you are here, and after so long it is better than a fortune to see you. I thought you would never come." She covered her face a moment, while my father rose abruptly and left the room. I kissed the dear hands that long since had given to heavy toil their beauty and shapeliness. But enough of this, for, after all, it is neither here nor there. Quick and unexpected fortune came to many a pioneer, as it came to my mother, by inheritance, as one may see if he look only at the records of one court of claims--that of the British. "Before long you may wish to marry," said my mother, as she looked up at me proudly, "and you will not be ashamed to bring your wife here." I vowed, then and there, I should make my own fortune,--I had Yankee enough in me for that,--but, as will be seen, the wealth of heart and purse my mother had, helped in the shaping of my destiny. |
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