Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1875-06-19
What Came of Making Pickles.

Well, Love, my poor child" said q
dignifed old gentleman. 81 have
looked your matters all over, and I
must say I see nothing but starvation
for you and your family"
Well, fathei," replied bright lit
tie women of twenty-five years, in a
trembling voice. Give not the least
idea of starving, nor of letting my fam
lily starve-notif if God spares my health -
you were always brave child,
Love, but this is 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
u man to marry until he had something
ahead for an emergency"
remember, father, that you said
[ should be wiser to marry man with
house and store, for whom 1 did not
care, than to marry George, with $2.-
600 year. But if I had the choice to
make over again, to-day, / should do
just as I did then. wouldn't change
places with any women on earth-even
now"
You are faithful wife and brave
little women, Love, but
But what, father?''
You can't live on in this way,
Love"
But I will live, father, and live
we'll, too, and take care of George and
the babies"
"How?' Ay, that was the word
that had been ringing in the heart of
the brave little women ever since the
day that her husband failed Mt his desk,
and was brought home apparently dy-
ing. She knew that she could rear the
pillars of her domestic structure her
self, but how: .-.......
The respectable old gentlemen rose
up, and with his handkerchief polish
ing his already shining beaver, kissed
Love, patted the heads of the babies,
and turned to go, saying, d" keep up q
good heart, child, and remember that
the ravens fed Elijah" s.
Well, don't want them to feed
me! Iprefer feeding myself" replied
the spunky little woman, who felt that
it was rather hard in her father to dis
courage her, and then exhort her &c to
keep q good heart"
She loved the old man, although he
was stiff and narrow in his views, and
never forgot any slight offered his iudg-
ment. 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 step, a
young man came up. .
Ah, good evening, good evening, u
said the stout, good-natured hotel keep.
er to both, and then added to Love,
Here am ON the old borrowing bus.
iness. My 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
borrow some OF that neighbors pickles
for u.s. Them pickles is a standing
joke among them. Why can't nobody
in town make pickles. and catsup, and
chow-chow like yourn? My wife's 9
cook that can't be beat on bread and
meats and pastry and cake, but she
ought to prentice herself to you or
some things"
Love, who had known Bruce all hel
life, smiled and said:
81 will give you a jar with all my
heart, Mr.. Bruce, and that won't hall
pay your wife for the nice things she
has sent in to poor George. I have my
cucumbers already now to make ur
my next years pickles, and ! yet have
two or three jars left"
Suppose you mako bargain, Mrs
Bart. I'll buy two barrels at the bes
best Boston price, if you'll make then
ior me, and chow-chow and catsup