The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-10-02
What Game Of Making Pickles.


"Well, Love, my poor child" said
dignified old gentleman, al have looked
your matters all over, and / must say /
see nothing but starvation for you and
your family"
"Well, father" replied bright little
woman of twenty-five years, in trem-
bling voice, tIve not the least idea of
starving, nor of letting my family starve
not if God spares my health"
"You were always brave child, Love,
but this is a terrible crisis. 1t would be
cruel in any one to taunt you now, but
remember that / told you and George
that it was very imprudent for a man to
marry till he had something ahead for
an emergency"
81 remember, father, that you thought
shOuld be wiser to marry a man with
a house and store, for whom / did not
- care, than to marry George, with $1,000
a year. But if / had the choice to make
over again, to-day, should do just as
did then. / wouldn't change places
with any woman on earth-even now"
'You are faithful wife and a brave
little woman, Love, butt
"But what, father?"
"YOu can't live on in this way, child"
"But l will live, father, and live well,
too, and take care of George and the ba-
bies"
"How?" Aye, that was the word
that had been ringing i'm the heart of
this brave little woman ever since the
day that her husband failed at his desk,
and was brought home apparently dy-
ing. She knew that she could rear the
pillars of her domestic structure herself,
but how?
"Well, Love, will do what can for
YOU" said the old gentleman, sand
and-if it were only for you and the ba-
bies, | should say at once, come home,
snd be as welcome there as you were
four years ago; butyOu know the house
is so small, we haven't room for four in
it.n
Love smiled a sad smile, and then
said-perhaps a little provokingly-
"FOur of Us would occupy no more
chambers than three; the babies are too
little to be away from US at night. But
II your house were twice as large, father,
could not take my husbands own lit
tie home away from him, now that he
is sick. / shall have to decide soon, and
will let you know my plans"
The respectable old gentleman rose
mp, aud with his handkerchief polished
his already shining beaver, kissed Love,
patted the heads Of the babies, and
turned to go, sayiug-''Keep up a good
heart, child, aud remember that the
ravens ted Elijah"
We'll, | don't want them 10 feed me
! prefer To feed myself" replied the
spunky little woman, who felt that il
was rather hard in her father TO discour-
age her aud then exhort her to "keep up
a good heart"
She loved the old man, although he
was stiff and narrow in his views, and
never forgot any slight offered his judg-
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and said, "Good-bye. 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 been for years in the grave.
IL was twilight, and as the old gentle
man was going down the step, young
man came up.
"Ah, good evening, good evening"
said the stout, gOod-natured hotel keeper
10 both, and then added to Love, Here
am on the old borrowing business. My
vile says she can't please the lawyers in
court time, since you and she changed
pickles and honey. Old Squire Watts
called ont the minute lac sat down to
supper, Come, Bruce, borrow some Of
that neighbOr's pickles for u.s. Them
pickles is standing joke among them.
Why can't nobody in town make pick
les, aud catsup, and chow-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 you on some things"
Love, who had known Bruce all her
llle, smiled and said:
VIII give you n jar with all my
heSFl' Mr. Bruce, and that won't half
pay your wlie Tor the nice things she
mas sent IN 10 poor George. | have my
cucumbers all ready now for INV next
years pickles, and l yet have two or
three jars left"
suppose you make a bargain. Mrs
Bart. I'll buy two barrels at the hest
Boston price, if you'll make them mn
for me, and chow-chow and catsup, toe. %
Love laughed, and the hotel-keeper
went with her TO get the jar.
The old man went down the street
whispering with a sigh-"The Lord
knows who's going to feed that family
! can't do Ii, for wife says / can't, and
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
lind 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 Gus
TONERS.
Love had q long talk with her hus-
o1hu mat night The next day an old
school friend, who had always been like
SISTER came to stay with the sick man
ana TO look after the babies, and She
sorII @eIE 70, 20 Boston, ten miles away, on an
early tralni with q neat little b3sret IN
her hand. If any one had bean ELL a.
enough, when she put her little basket
on the platform Of the depot with sncb
per: iiis-
''See if my family starves wbiIo
alive and in my healthu Aii
The day was lovely, and everybody
on the ears and on the street looked
cheerful and happy. or course tbere
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