Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1875-05-15

of wine. Why don't you give them to.
her? -., s., .tia
"I wish I was able; or even to pro-
vide less expensive dainties; "but-but"'
and tears fell fast-"I cannot.
Is that you, Clare~ inquired the
widows feeble voice. .- ef'
/" Yes, mother" .....,.
"Come to me, my child"
Clare pressed her white hands to her
bosom, made an effort, and passed into
the bedroom. But the mothers first
words beat down all ber noble-souled,
heroic self-repression.
"Clare, dear, have you had better
success to-day q
No, mother" she sobbed, hysteri-
cally. cts the same old, old story;
I can get nothing. What shall we do q?
I feel heart-broken."
"Ah, me--ah, me! to look round at
this place, and remember the pleasant
home which once was ours. Now we
are alone, with not single friend in
the world"
"Not one? Oh, yes, mother, believe
me, one?" Cried the girl, quickly.
"He-Gilbert--will be true--trust me,
he will" ........
The widow, touched by the pleading
countenance, was about to reply, when,
interrupting herself, she said
Glare, I hear some one in the par
lor. See who it is, dear"
"The girl obeyed, and started at the
wierd scene she beheld.
Seated before the CRATE, on three
legged stool, was the cobbler, yet in
leathern apron and cap. On his knee
was bellows, which he was working
with consummate skill evidently mas
ter of the art, sending the Goals into
bright blazes that threw flashes of lurid
color over the quaint figure and the
room.
Upon hearing Clare, lie turned, al
most with snarl.
How do you expect to boil q sauce
pan with such fire as this? ?" he
growled. Never was halter as mad
as you, TIM certain. Now, look at that;
amt it picture p
Glare did look, and saw that not only
were the Goals increased, but that they
were not from their own store.
"It is quite cheering" she managed
to say, "put-put 1 fear, Mr.. Cray
shaw, you have been robbing yourself"
"That shows your ignorance" re-
sponded Jerry. Cant you see, by
calculation, it's cheaper to keep up one
good fire than two small ones? So I'm
going to sit by yours. Also, clubbing
two persons tea together is cheaper
than taking it alone. 1t makes only
one potful necessary. You perceive,
now, am miser. want to have my
tea here" .......,,
4" q. Clerc seo&asi at the table, upon it
was new loaf, fresh butter, eggs, and
neat packet of tea.
"Oh, Mr.. Crayshaw-" she began.
"Are you going to refuse me?" he
snapped. "Mayn't have tear"
How could I refuse" she began,
when he interrupted by
Then don't lose time. See to the
kettle. I'll boil the eggs"
Well, the two hustled about, the cob
bier certainly the briskest, until, finally
they were seated at very comfortable
tea. During the meal. Mrs. Weston
deemed it right to inform their new
friend of something of their history.
In her husbands life time they had
been well-to-do. At his death they
yet could have lived comfortably, had
not Mr.. John Burgh suddenly brought
heavy claims on the dead mans prop
erty.
Inever could quite understand what
it was-I only know he must have been
paid" said the widow, dolorously.
"But we hadn't some papers we ought
to have had to prove it. So he took
from us overy penny, and left us as you
now see!'
GA confounded .villain!'' exclaimed
Jerry, cracking his egg with the bowl
of spoon, as though it had been John
Burgh's bald head be had got under it.
"Then all our friends deserted US"
Except onew broke in Glare, with
heightened color, which was not un-
noticed by the cobbler.
!" But one as yet" added the widow.
"He is q gentleman, MIR. Crayshaw,
who-who was once great friend of
my daughters. He was in Australia at
the time of our trouble, and though we
wrote to tell him, we have not heard u
syllable since. You know the world.
Mr.. Crayshaww
"I do ma'am" answered Jerry, enl-
phatically; "and know that it 8 sight
better than people would try to make
it."
Ah!' cried Glare, gratefully, her
face radiant, as involuntarily she ex-
tended her hand; "you think he may
be true p
He'd be the greatest william under
the sun if he were not, my dear" said
the old man, cheerily; adding to him
self. Poor child-poor child! she,
then, has to learn that lovers vows are
easier broken than shoe-strings, and
as little thought Of"