The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-10-02

herself with having often borne false
witness against the beautiful, as she ran
with light heart along Washington,
fremont and Court streets, and Bowdoin
Square, first to a store and then TO a ho-
tel. In each place she asked for the
proprietor or the steward, and opened
her basket, drew out three little glass
jars of what the hotel-keeper at home
had called "sour things" In one min
ute she had told her business, and the
necessity that had brought her out on
1t. Her cheerful face, her prompt man
ner and her well-chosen words gained
the victory for her. She went back at
night pledged to supply homemade
pickles, chow-chow and catsup for three
hotels and five large groceries, and she
whispered as she mounted the steps of
her little home:
'Pll show father whether or not we
are going to starve."
Her cheerful story of success did more
for her poor, disheartened young hus-
band than n peck of old-school pills or
| four tiny of new-school ones could have
done. The very story Of an old woman's
| poke bonnet, which was worn one-sided
in the cars to blind one eye, and of the
silly airs of a silly bride, and of boy
with two guinea pigs buttOned into his
jacket for safe transportation, really
frightened the hope of life in his heart,
and after partaking of nice supper pre-
pared by their pretty friend, he said:
snow, girls, feel as if was going to
get about again, and this is the first
time have had any hope"
Love kept away from her father until
she had visited two market-gardens in
the outskirts of the town and engaged a
great supply of cucumbers, onions, pep
pers and tomatoes; and had brought
back the strong girl she had at first felt
obliged to dismiss, to help her in heI
new work.
But if you could only have seen the
size of the old gentleman's eyes, and the
style of mouth he got up, and heard his
ordinations:
"Why, Love, you are crazyl What
viii your mother say? You surely for
get that her first husband was president
of the l. national bank, and that
am cashier of it, Who ever heard of a
bank officers daughter making pickles
for taverns and groceries ?"
"WhO ever heard of q bank officers
daughter sitting down and starving
when trouble comes ?'' replied the little
lady.
"Why don't you teach music ?"
because / don't know enough"
"You might keep few very genteel-
well, not just boarders, but friends who
don't care to keep house, but who would
pay largely ?"
"Where are they, and where's the
house and furniture for them ?"
"Oh, that's true; but you might-eh ?
or you might-eh ," and here his wits
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things that people can do in the hope OF
cheating Others into the belief that they
are working for fun rather than from
necessity. But soon the old gentleman
added-it was the truest word he ever
uttered: az declare, l am afraid to 90
home, lest it has reached your mothers
ears %
The proud woman soon heard of it,
aud she talked angrily about what Mrs,
Adams and Mrs. Col. West, and purse.
/ proud Miss Allen would say, and she
almost inclined to think it would bt
! better to give 500 than 10 be disgraceC
in society.
Love wouldn't take any money" re
piled the old man, whose attitude dur
ing the conversation was that of on,
caught in a cutting hailstorm withou
any umbrella.
"Dreadful Independent for anybody
that's penniless," cried the old lady.
Love and her stout helper went {,
work at once, and very soon the chin,
closet, and next the little dining-room
were filed with glass jars through
which tiny green cucumbers, and on
ions, and everything else nice in tha
line was peeping, or as Love said, 'smil
ing on the family
The business went on bravely, aud il
one year Loves husband, who was par
TALLY restored TO health, forsook the bee
aud took charge of it, aud she went bach
to the nursery-every good mother,
place when Providence does not call hel
out of it.
This is no pretty fiction TO teacl
young folks that "where there's a will
there's way 1t is a true story of 3
brave little woman, and we can tell vol
the street and the number of a large
store in certain city, not far away
where her euterprising husband Ina.
built up large business and made not
a little money.
He says that if Love had never learne,
to make pickles, or had been too prouc
to make them for Others, i'm his darE
time, lie should have been in his grav,
five years ago.
Who thinks less Of her for doing it
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