The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-07-14

others, he was q model OF temperance and
rood principles. She did not Know OF the in
herited taste which lay lurking in bis nature,
waiting for supply Of liquid fire to warm
it to never dying flame, but she found II
out afterward, when the husband no longer
waited for treat, but stepped into the eyer.
ready saloon and supplied the craving which
was beginning to dominate him.
It was when little Jane was born that he
came home drunk for the first time In con-
sequence of the absurd custom OF celebrat-
ing such events by unlimited treating, and
the wife suffered keener anguish than that
of tho birth throes, when he stumbled into
her presence in his maudiin condition.
After that his downward course was
rapid; from their neat cottage they went te
tenement rooms, from rooms to one room.
the miserable shelter where little Jane il
rocking the baby.
In q saloon brawl two years ago he had
killed man, and for this had been sent up
for life, and the worse than widow had set
about making living tor herself and the
child.
Death 10 Q terrible thing, but there are
living deaths which are infinitely more
tragical, more pathetic than the grass-cov-
cred grave in the green cemetery.
Then came the baby, born amid tears,
poverty and disgrace; no cap-crowned
nurse greeted her advent into the world,
not even q physician, and little Jane, aided
and advised by a kind neighbor who was
| even poorer than they, took the scanty care
| of the mother and child which they re-
| ceived.
The mother had almost resented tbs
| thought Of another mouth to feed, another
| form to clothe in her restitution, but the
mother love came with tho blue-eyed baby,
and much as she had loved little Jane, this
little one, born enid such adverse circum-
| stances, crept into her heart as no other
living thing had ever done, and became the
very idol of her lonely heart.
Plain print dresses had seemed good
enough for little. James babyhood, but
vhite-pure white-seemed the only suita-
BILE wear for the smiling, goaden-haired
visitor, and many night she sat up after
her days toll for others was done, to wash
and irnn the one fine white and embroidered
robc which was left Of James infant ward
robe, that her darling might be fresh and
sweet through the day.
Little Jane shared this idolizing love fol
| the fair little blossom in the dingy room
and together they worked and made sacri
hces OVERWHELMINGLY that the little ont
might be shielded from the hardships O
their lot. while she laughed and crowed anl
contributed her share Of sunshine to allevi-
ate the sorrows she knew SO little Of, until
the sickness came, the result OF poverty
end privation, blanching the cheek and
thinning the blue eyes Of the little COM
forter.
It seemed to the mother that the wash
had never been 30 large at Mrs. Chauncey'e
as she hurried through the monotonous
rub, suds and rinse, and nothing but the
thought Of the money she would receive
and which she needed so sorely, upheld her
aching heart during the anxious day. She
was nearly done now and. Mrs. Chauncey
came INTO the wash-room; she was not in q
pleasant humor to-day. Her dressmakel
had disappointed her, and Mr.. Chauncey
had refused her the new style sealskr
cloak she had asked him for, on the plea oil
hard times, and she spoke to the tired and
sorrowing woman cQldly and fretfnlly
at seems to me, Mrs. Dunlap, the washing
has dragged unusually today
"An' sure, nina, it's unusually large
said the cook, who CHANGED to be in thu
room, pointing to the great basket Of clothe.
ready for tho line.
She was as near being privileged char
acter in Mr.. Chauncey's household as an,
one in it, for her place could not be easil.
supplied, as she well knew.
as it, indeed" replied Mrs. Chauncey
coldly. ~ was not aware OF it, but came
in, Mrs. Dunlap, to say that haven't thu
money to pay you to-day; you may come OF
Friday and do the ironing, and I will pa.
you thon," and she turned and sailed loftii,
from the room.
Are yces going to faint, womana" criet
thA cook in alarm. "A the nOnr mother stonc