The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-10-23

her hands. If anyone had been near
enough, when 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 plenty in the world,
but Heaven n 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 store and
/ then to the hotel. In each place she
asked fo- the proprietor or the steward,
and opening her basket, drew out three
| little glass lars of what the hctel-keeper
at horne 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
r..
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, t'Tn show father
whether or not we are 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 cars to blind one
eye, and of the silly airs of silly bride,
and of boy with two guina pigs but
toned into his jacket for safe transporta-
ton, really frightened the hope of life in
his heart, and after partaking of a nice
supper prepared by their pretty friend,
he said
"Now, girls, I feel as if I was going
TO get about again, and this is the first
time I have had any hope p
Love kept away from her father till
she had visited a market garden in the
outskirts of the town and engaged a
great supply of cucumbers, oEions, pep
pers and tomatoes, and had brought
back the strong girl she had first felt
obliged to dismiss, to help her IN her
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 exclamation, "Why, Love, you are
crazy! What will your mother say ?
You surely forgot that her first husband
was the President of the L. Ma
tional Bank, and that I'm cashier of
it Whoever heard of a bank officers
daughter making pickles for taverns and
groceries ?''
''Who ever heard of bank officers
daughter sitting down and starving
when trouble comes, replied the little
lady.
'sWhy 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, and
would pay largely?
"Where are they. and where's the |
house and furniture for them ?"
80, that's true. But you might
eh ? or 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 working for fun rather than
necessity. But soon the old gentleman
added-''I declare, I'm afraid to go
home, lest it had reached your mothers
ears !'
The proud woman soon heard of it,
and she talked angrily about what Mrs. |
Adam and Mrs. Col. West, and purse
proud Miss Allen would say, and she |
almost inclined to think it would be |
better to give Love five hundred dol |
lars than to be disgraced in society.
Love wouldn't take any money"
replied the old man, whose attitude
during the conversation was that of one
caught out in cutting hail storm with !
out any umbrella.
Dreadful independent for any body
that's penniless, cried the old lady.
Love and her stout helper went to
work at once, and very soon the china !
closet, and next the neat little dining |
room, were filed with glass jars through |
which tiny green cucumbers and onions, |
and every thing else nice in that line, |
was peeping, or, asLove said, -" smiling
on the family
The business went on bravely, and in
one year Loves husband, who was par
italy restored to health, forsook the |
bed and took charge of it, and she went !
back to the nursery, every good mothers
place when Providence doesn't cali her |
out of it.
This is no pretty fiction to teach |
young folks that "where there's will |
there's way" It is true story of a
brave little woman, and we can tell you |
the street and number of large store |
in a certain city, not far away, where
her enterprising husband has built up !
a large business, and made not little |
money.
He says that if Love had never
learned to make pickles, or had been
too proud to make them for others, in
his dark time, he should have been in !
his grave five years ago.
Who thinks less of her for doing it !?