The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-10-23
WHAT CAME OF MAKING PICKLES.


WHAT CAME OF MAKING PICKLES.
"Wel, Love, my poor child, - said a
dignifed old gentleman, have
looked your matters all over, and must
say I see nothing but starvation, before
you and your family"
''Well, father" replied bright little
woman of twenty-five years, IN tremb-
ling voice, es I've not the least idea of
starving, nor of letting my family starve
not If God spares my health.
You were always a brave child,
Love, but this is a terrible crisis. 1t
would be cruel in any one to taunt you
now, but remember that l told you and
George that it was very imprudent for
a man to marry till he had something
ahead for an emergency"
SCI remember, father, that you
thought I should bewiser to marry man
with house and store, for whom did
not care, than to marry George, with
two thousands year. But If l had the
choice to make over again to-day, l
should do just as did then. [ wouldn' t
change places with any woman on earth,
even now"
"You are faithful wife and brave
little woman, Love, but"
''But what. father?"
You can't live on in this way,
child"
ssBut 1 will live, father, and live well,
too, and take care of George and the
babies."
''How ?'' Ay, that was the word that
had been ringing in the heart of this
brave little woman ever since the day
that her husband failed at his desk, and
was brought home apparently dying.
She knew that she could rear the pillars
s I,o n c&r II1t
how?
"WeH, Love I will do what can for
you," said the old gentleman, '' and
and-if it were only for you and the ba-
Aoies, Ishould say at once come home,
and be as. welcome there as you were
four years ago but you know the house
is 90 small we haven't room in it. -
Love smiled 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 if your house were twice as large,
father. I could not take my husbands
own little home away from him, now
that he Is sick. 7 shall have to decide
soon, and will let you know my plans.
The respectable old gentleman rose
ND. and with his handkerchief polished
his already shining beaver, kissed Love,
patted the heads of the babies, and
turned to go, saying, Keep up good
heart, child, and remember that the
ravens fed Elijah. !"
"Wen, don't want them to feel me !;
1 prefer to feed myself" replied the
punky little woman, who felt that it
was rather hard in her father to discour-
age her, and then exhort her to keep
up a good heart.
o1a OH hn
was stiff and narrow in his views, and
never forgot any slight offered his iudg-
lent. She followed him to the door,
and said, "Good-by, 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.
1t was twilight, and as the old gen
tleman was going down the steps a 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 busl-
ness. Ny 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 to supper, Come, Bruce, bor-
row some of that neighbor's pickles for
us Them pickles IS a standln, joke
among them. Why can't nobody IN
town make pickles and 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 youo on sonnet things.
Love, who had known Bruce all her
life, smiled, and said /:
"I will give you q jar with all my
n n LLaA hal
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 yet have two or
three jars left
Suppose we make a bargain, Mrs.
Bart. III 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; l
can't do it, for wife says I 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
ind nugget of gold that size, for he
had a 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 long talk with her hus-
band 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 Boston, ten miles away. in an
early train, with neat little basket in