The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-11-28
WHAT CAME OF MAKING PICKLES.

"Well. Love, my poor child" said a
dignified old gentleman. I" have looked
your matters all over and | must say | see
nothing hut starvation before you and
your family"
Well. father" replied bright little
woman of twenty-five years, in a tremb-
ling voice. I've not the least idea of starry
ing. nor OF letting my family Starve-not
if God spares my health"
"lou were always brave child. Love,
but this j. terrible crisis. IL would be
cruel i'm any one 10 tauntyo now. but you
remember ! told You and George that it
was very lmprudcnt for a man 10 marry
till he had something ahead for an emer-
gency."
Il remember. father. that you thought
| should be wiser 10 marry a man with "A
house and store. for whom | did not care.
than to marry George. with two thousand a
year. But if had the choice over again 10
make to-day. | should do just a. | did then.
Iwouldn't change places with any woman
on earth. even now.
lou are a faithful wife and brave lit
tie woman. Love. but -
"But what. father.''
~ on can't live on. in this way. child"
"But | will live, father, and live well.
too. and take care OF George and the ba-
bies."
"Howg"
How. Ali. that was the word that had
been ringing in the heart of this brave lit
tie woman ever since the day her husband
failed at his desk and was brought home
apparently diving. She knew that she
couid bear up the pillars of her little do
nestle structure herself; but how.
"Well, Love, | viii do what | can for
YOU" said the old gentleman. "and-and-
II il were only you aud the bah. II ould
say nj once. Come home. and b. wei
come there "a you were four ye.. ago;
but you know the house j. so small We
haven't room for four in it,"
Love smiled a sad smile. and then said
perhaps a little provokingly-"F -Four OF us
would occupy no more chambers than
three the babies are too little TO be away
from Us az night. But If your house were
twice As large. father. could not take my
husbands own little home away from him.
now that ne j. sick. I shall have TO decide
soon. and will let you know my plans"
The respectable old gentleman rose up,
and with his handkerchief. polished his al
ready shining beaver. kissed Love. patted
the heads of the babies. and turned 10 90.
saying. I" Keep up good heart. child, and
remember that ravens fed Elijah.
wen. I upll Wait iil'lll 10 NE
prefer To feed myself. replied the spunky
little woman. who felt that il was rather
hard in her father to discourage her. and
then exhort her To keep up good heart"
She loved tie old man. although he
was stiff and narrow in his views. and
never forgot any slight offered his judg-
ment. She followed him to the door and
said ''Good-by. father; give my love To
MOTHER although the real mother. who
would have found room enough in her
heart and home for them all, had beer for
years in the grave.
Ii was twilight. and as the old gentle
man was going down the steps, younger
one came up.
"Ah, good-cyening. good-evening.- said
the stout, goOd-naturcd hotel-keeper to
both, and then addedto Love, Here lam,
on the old borrowing business. My wife
says she can't please the lawyers in court
times since that fall you and she changed
pickles and honey. Old Squire Watts
called out the moment he sat down to
supper. Come. Bunce, borrow some
more of that neighbours pickles for us
Them pickles is a standin' joke among
them. Why can't nobody in town make
pickles. and catsup, and chow-chOw like
yourn? My wife's cook that can't be
beat on bread. and meats. and pastry. and
cake, but she ought to prentice herself to
you on some things"
Love, who had known Bunce all her life.
smiled and said. II will give you Jar.
with all my heart. Mr.. Bunce, and that
won't half pay your wife for the nice
things she has sent in To poor George. |
have my cucumbers all ready now To make
next years pickles. and yet | have two
or three jars left"
1ar -,
Hart. I'll buy two barrels. at the best
Boston price. If you'll make them for me. |
and chow-chow and catsup, too"
Love laughed, and the hotel-keeper went |
in with her TO get the jar. The old man
walked down the street, whispering with |
asigh. THE Lord knows who's going To |
feed that family can't do il, for my wife |
says can't. and she knows everything. |
most; and Love is terrible obstinate."
Well, the hotel-keeper ran back the |
next moment with his pickle jar. as happy |
as some men would have been to find a
nugget of gold that size. for he had rival
who keptthe old tavern. and he wanted 10
keep all the lawyers who came there 10
hold court, as his customers.
Love had long talk with her husband
that night. The next day an old school
friend who had always been like sister.
came to stop with the sick man. and 10 look
after the babies, and she went to Boston,
ten miles away. In an early train with n
neat little basket In her hand. III any one
had been near enough, when she put her
little foot on the platform OF the depot,
with such spirit, he might have heard her
whisper
''See ifmy family staryes while I'm alive
and In healthl'
The day was lovely, and everybodyin the