The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1888-02-01

Keep the clouds back; gaze at the sum-
Tins life will smoothly with you run.
Our gifts are more than all our blows,
And what is best we know God knows;
And he will send his blessings down,
Some yelled, but all viii hide a crown
If we could know the meaning grand
i In tears that come by Gods command,
Then sweetly should we take the cross
And count as gain what seems loss.
Only let us wait and pray,
When out of night will come the day;
And pearls long hid from human sight
Will crown our brows with holy light.
Miss CrutcheIt,s Plan.
Saturday Night.
There had been a little tinkling,
silver bright April shower, that
washed the dark ivyrshoots and
apple-geraniums in Mabel Yerin-
der's window, and then turned
every lingering drop to diamonds
There had been yet another hnger-
ing shower at the same time-the
tears that welled suddenly up from
Mabel's heart and left sad brill
lance in her eyes.
..It's no use, said she. aHisaunt
Selma is right. 1 am no helpmate
at all for Charley. lam nothing more
than, drag upon him. And, oh.
I've tried SO hard to help him.
@Ohr' said old miss Crutchet-
WHAT And why should Charley
be helped2 He hasn't lost the use
of his limbs or anything has he?''
"No," unwillingly admitted Ma
bel. She was just in that mood in
which a woman would rather make
martyr of herself than not. "But
his salary is SO small! And he has
to work so hard!"
"Any harder than other pcople?''
questioned Miss Crutchett "There's
car conductor lives on third fiat.
He has to be up at A o'clock every
morning, and his last trip ends at
1910 at night And Philip Jones
is foreman of a daily paper, and
never goes to bed till daylight"
"Oh, of course, Idon't mean that, .
said Mabel. ''But | mean that he
has to work pretty steadily for a
ridiculous salary"
LA, my dear" said Miss Crutchet,
salaries of any sort are to be re-
spected now days. IF Charley's IS
place was vacant, you would find a
score of men trying to get it. It's
the natural consequence of over
population in our great cities"
"Yes," sighed Mabel, "but Hor-
ace Fontain's wife earns quite a
little sum by doing crayon pictures.
And Lucy Weldon's novel sold for
5000. And Nellie Traxon embroi-
ders tapestry for ''Thc Young Wo-
mans Bureau and Miss Copely
gets SO or 81 week by law-copying
for her brothers firm. Why couldn't
| do some such thing as that2"
aDoes Charley want you TOP
asked Miss Crutchett, the lenses OF
her spectacles seeming to shine like
enquiring eyes upon Mrs. yerinder.
"No; but his Aunt Selma has
been saying such horrid, meddIe-
some things about my being a silly
child, and Charley having married
too early, and
"Humphr' said Miss Crutchett.
''The troubles of one half the world
come from what the other hall
saws
eyes, know" said Mabel, queru-
lousy; "but 1t would be so nice if
could earn something myself !
would not care how little it was
painted lovely landscape on
old-gold satin last week, and sent it
to the Fine Art Exchange, but
there was no sale for it; and
crotcheted a beautiful carriage af:
CHAN, and it hung in Bates win.
dow a month, and got all faded with
sunshine and soiled with dust, and
no one SO much as asked the price
oft. If I only had some sort of re-
markable talentr'
my dear good Miss Crutchett
had begun; but here she suddenly
checked herself and added: "Don't
l smell something burning in the
kitchen?'
"oh, l dare say said Mabel
spiritlessly "Christine is always
scorching something or other. Our
applecompote was ruined for din
ner yesterday, and the chicken pot
pie couldn't be eaten on Sunday.
She destroyed whole baking OF
bread on Friday, and"
But Mrs. Yerinder broke short off
in the middle of her speech and fled
into the kitchen, whore saucepan
of lobster was bubbling over on
the stove, and Christine, the jaunty
Swedish house maiden, was out