The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-10-02

all, had been for years in the grave.
1t was twilight, and as the old gen.
tleman was goingdownthe steps q young
man came up.
"Ah, good-evening, good-evening,"
said the stout, good-natured hotel-keep-
er to both, and then added to Love,
"Here | am on the old borrowing bust
ness. My wife says she can't please
the lawyers in court time since you and
she changed pickles and honey. Old
Squire Watts called out the minute he
sat down 10 supper, Come, Bruce, bor-
row some of that neighbours pickles for
u.s. Them pickles is q standin' joke
among them. Why can't nobody in
town make pickles andcatsup andchow-
chow like yourn? My wife's a cook
that can't be beat on bread and meats
and pastry and cake, but she ought to
prentice herself to youonsomethings."
Love, who had known Bruce all her
life, smiled, and said
81 will give you a jar with all my
heart, Mr.. Bruce, and that won't half
pay your wife for the nice things she
has sent in to poor George. Ihave my
cucumbers all ready now to make next
years pickles, and l yet have two or
three jars left"
"Suppose we make a bargain, Mrs.
Bart. 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 down with her to get the jar. The
old man went down the street, whisper
ing, with a Sigh, "The Lord knows
what's going to feed that family; |
can't DO it. for wife says | can't; and
she knows everything most and Love
is terribly obstinate"
Well, the hotel-keeper ran back the
next moment with his pickle jar, as hap
py as some men would have been to
find a nugget Of gold that size, for he
had u rival who kept the old tavern,
aad he wanted 10 keep al the lawyers
vino came there TO hold court as his
customers.
Love had 2 long talk With her hus-
hand that night. The next day an old
school friend, who had always been Ike
4 sister, came to stop with the sick man
and to look after the babies, and she
went to Boston, ten miles away. in an
early train, with a neat Ettle basket IA
her hands. II anyone had been ncar
enough, wien she put her little basket
on the platform OF the depot with such
spirit, he might have heard her whis-
per:
"See if my family starves while I'm
alive and in my health"
The day was lovely, and everybody on
the cars and on the street looked cheer
full and happy. OF course there were
sick, and lame, and blind, and deaf peo-
pie, and beggars penty in the world,
but Heaven was keeping them out Of
her sight that day, and bringing before
her only happy grown folks and merry
little ones.
The streets looked so clean and the
air seemed so pure that she charged
herself with having often borne false
witness against the beautiful, as she
ran with light heart through Washing
ton, fremont and Court streets, and
Bowdoin square first, to a store and
then 70 the hotel. In each place she
asked fo- the proprietor or the steward,
and opening her basket, drew out three
little glass jars of what the hctel-keeper
at home had called "sour things" In
one minute she told her business and
the necessity that brought her out on
it. 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, ami she
whispered as she mounted the steps of
her little home, "Ill show father
whether or not re are going to starve."
Her cheerful story of success did
more for her poor, disheartened young
husband than a peck of Old School
pills or four tiny 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,
a,,d Of a how with tun nnina nins hut.