The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1874-09-11


George. 1 have my cucumbers already
now to make my next years pickles, and
L yet have two or three jars left.''
Suppose you make bargain; Mrs. Bart.
I'll buy two barrels Of the best Boston
price, if you'll make them for me, and
chOw-chow and ca.sup, toc'
Love laughed and the hotel keeper went
with her to get the jar. The old man went
down the street whispering with sigh
''The Lord knows who's going to feed that
family. l can't do it, for 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 nugget
of gold that size, for he had rival who
kept the old tavern, and he wanted to keep
all the lawyers who came there to hold
court as his customers.
! Love had lorg 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 to look
after the babies, and she went to Bostony
ten miles away, in an early train with
| neat little basket in her hand. If any cne
had been near enough when she put hef
| little basket on the platform of the depot
with such spirit, he might have heard her
| whisper
''See if my family starves while / am
alive and in my health -
The day was lovely, and everybody on
the streets and on the cars looked cheerful
! and happy. OF course there were sick, and
lame, and blind, and deaf people, 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 Washington, fremont and
/ Court streets, and Bowdoin square, first to
| a store and then to hotel. In each place
she asked for the proprietor or the steward
and opened her basket, drew out three lit
tie glass jars of what the hotel keeper at
home had called ''your things" In one
minute she told her business, and the ne
cessity that brought her out on it.
Her cheerful face, her prompt manner,
and her well chosen words gained the vic
tory for her. She went back at night pledg
ed 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, "1'1l
show father whether or not we going
to starve."
Her cheerful story of success did more
for her poor, disheartened young husband
than 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 car to
blind one eye, and of the silly airs of
silly bride and of boy with two guinea
pigs buttoned into his jacket for safe trans
portation, really frightened the hope of
life in his heart, and after partaking of
nice suppe prepared 10y their pretty friend,
he said:
s'Now, girls, feel as if I was going to
get about again, and this is the first time
have had any hope"
Love kept away from her father till she
had visited two market ardens in the out
skirts of the town and engaged great
supply of cucum bers onions, peppers, and
tomatoes, and had brought back the strong
uirl she had at first felt obliged to dismiss,
| TO help he- in her new work.
But if you could only have seen tue size
of the old gentleman's eyes, and the style
of mouth he got up, and heard his exclam-
alton
s.Why, Love, you are crazy ! What
will your mother say? You surely forgot
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 Tor t;'v-
erns and groceries !?
..Wbo ever heard of bank officers
daughter sitting down and starving when
trouble comes 20 replied the little lady.
"Why don't you teach music p
.Because l don't know enough"
sYou might keep a 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 ?'
go, that's true but you might-eh
or YOU might-eh ?'' and here his wits
failed him there are so few grand things
that people can do in the hope of cheating
others into the belief that they are work
ing for fun rather than from necessity
But soon the old gentleman added-it was
the truest words he ever uttered Il de-
clare. I am afraid to 60 home, lest 1t has
reached your mothers ears
The proud woman soon heard OF It, and
she talked angrily about what Mrs. Adams
ord Mrs. Col West, and purse proud Miss
| Allen would say, and she was almost IN
c,ined to think it would be better to give
Love $500 than to be disgraced III society.
Glove wouldn't take any money" re-