Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1859-07-22

| couldn't have done this But now you're ed
dicated, you shall have nice home, and bme
by you'll get married to somebody that's got
money. Yes, we've been sayin for you we'd
nobody else to save for"
q thought it was for rainy day" an
swered, pertly. Has the rainy day come at
last, papaf"
Hushl" thundered my ineensed father,
you'd better not let me hear any more of
your impudenee, Or it'll be rainy day for
you, when your old father dies, and cuts you
off with a shiIlin' in his wilI.'
1t was soon after this conversation, that the
lexpectation of guests had led my mother into
the unusual extravaganza which called down my
fathers wrath, as recorded at the commence
ment of this sketch. As he walked down the
street in the direction Of his store, / looked
after his portly, well clad figure, for he no
longer defed public opinion and custom in his
dress and even his back seemed to frown, SO
angry was his air. / sighed as / thought that
my father, man who counted his wealth by
hundreds of thousands, should have the Hleanness
to make his home and family wretched about
pitiful expenditure in food, and then as turned
and looked upon my mother as she stood beside
e1OAO, Win eAO Cfl5Ot teHAfOuo AOOh Off HSk
wrinkled face, pondering how she should save
dinner from our costly breakfast, painful as the
scene was, its Iudicrous side caused me to burst
into irrepressible laughter.
My mother looked at me with establishment
Forgive me-" 1 said, humbly, going up and
kissing her, forgive me, dear mother, but l
was thinking of that rainy day we are al
ways saving for, and wondering if we should
not feel happier when it came. II it ever
does come, we shall stop saving suppose
Don't you wish it were here mother ?"
The tears came into my mothers eyes.
You don't know what you are talking
about, child" she said "The rainy day may
come sooner than yoa think, and it is not be-
coming in you to make sport of your parents
even If they had not been saving for you.-
Your father says you win be the richest girl
in this county, but don't know-'
q But what is the use of being rich, if we
must live always as if we were poor?" 1 asked
pettishly. " I had rather the rainy day should
come at once, and be really poor, than to live
as we do, so full Of pretenses, and practcing
so many meannesses."
"Oh, child, child, you don't KNOW" an
swered my mother, as she hurried away into
the kitchen and as she shut the door i heard
her mutter something that sounded like your
fathers speeulations."
1 intended to inquire what she meant by
these mysterious words, but she was busy all
the morning, and in the afternoon our guests
arrived and ere the opportunity came the
words were forgotten.
Those were very happy weeks for me, that
followed. gave myself up to pleasure. Our
visitors were two of my school friends, gay
girls of good family and considerable beauty.
They had been visiting in the college town q
few miles distant, and a score of youths fol
lowed in their train when they came to see
me.
Each of them had lover, and I, too, had
mine. 1 had a pleasant, joyous drcam-a
dream of young, happy, approved love,
The piehing economies of our household
were praeticed, but I did not see them, for
was absorbed with my guests and my lover. l
ought to have seen that my mothers tasks
were too hard for her, but I was SO accustom-
ed to the sight of her ceaseless toll that | no
longer needed it, and did not even observe
that her wan check was paler than ever be
| fore. My father was more bustling, louder
| voiced, more important in manner than l had
: ever seen him, and many times the unffilal
thought crossed my mind that he had grown
very disagreeable with his increace of wealth,
A great many persons came to see hmm on bu-
+ siness, wheareat I was thankful, for he was
often with them, and little at home.
The autumn came, and our summer friends
!, departed. / was sorry to have them leave,
: but I was to spend some weeks with them in
r the city during the winter, and to procure my
bridal wardrobe there, for / was to be married
| in the spring. My father had given his con-
sent, and promised dashing fortune.
In the autumn days, when no longer had
? my time and thoughts absorbed in other mat
r tiers, and the household had returned to its
usual routine, observed my mothers illness
She had not complained, but she silently lay
down on her bed, at last, saying mildly, that
: she was afraid she was going to be sick, ant
e sickness was very expensive"
She never rose from that sick bed. Sht
y faded rapidly away, and died. Her death wa
the dawn of our rainy day." Before mid
Z winter it had burst upon us.
NV father failedI For two years he hat
i been rushing madly into speculations. Th
10 bubble burst, and as it foated away it carrieC
with it the splendid fortune he, and my poo
a telling mother had been for years so laborious
y building.
IS at never rains, but it pours," is hoEnei
ID old proverb, but it was true one in our cast
Mt Ny mothers death, my fathers failure, and ou
Or poverty, were followed by the desertioH of th
id friends our wealth had drawn around us. nj
of letter to my city friends announcing our mi
~ fortunes and delaying my visit, remained Il
a tally unnoticed.
Of NV lover wrote to ask release from h
"a engagement. His heart and wishes, he assure
w me, were unchanged, but his father forba6
a. him to marry portionless bride. / proud
er, and quietly released him and bade him far
IL well.
- In our "rainy day" my father fled to n
ew for shelter The old house was mine, now, al
tn SO was the remnant of my grandfather's b
y quest to me, only part of which had been e.
~ pended upon my education. We had mo
TO than enough to support us in our aceustom
en, style.
lou But we did not live thus. was mistre
~ ~ and would suffer no such sordid economy
"a We were frugal, but not mean, and my fatht
~; NV who was utterly subdued by the loss OF 7
-. wealth he had built mp and enjoyed so proud
he, acqrliesced in all my plans.
oc- In his misfortune ie''iheu " W. NM"
ore Trials had been like the tests of alchemy
INV his hard nature-the dross was melted aWi
me the pure metal remained, and shone brigh
and amidst the ashes of its worthless portions.
nee Our " rainy day." after all, was our brig
est one. often found myself wishing that !
fur mother could have lived to enjoy it, for {
and would have had rest, and peace, and freed
fell from her wearying cares. But did not rep