The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-26

more interesting letter next week How
does Clara enjoy Cd bookkeeping, and what
wonderful plan has Lena carried out7 Give
my love to everybody. Do write me long,
newsy letters. The very piles of shingles o.
that new house in the yard next door would
take on halo now, and believe / should
hug even the meatman's dog If should
meet him (no pun intended) on fashion
able avenue in the broad glare OF
day. In fact, i should rather enjoy the sen
sation it would create.
Your loving, loving. loving,
Her letter was 80 bright and brave,
80 loyal and tender, that tears shone
in the eyes of the home group as
Lena folded the sheets caressingly
and replaced them in the envelope.
eve can write her q combination
letter, and describe all our doings,' %
said Clara. "Father mustn't forget
to tell of his experiments with fancy
poultry, by means of which he hopes
to win back a few sunken piastres.
Now / must say good by for another
five hours, and go to mount my
wooded throne. almost feel like
saying, with Queen Constance: Here
l and sorrow sit," on days when the
debts and credits worry me"
tQueen Constance didn't mount a
wooden throne" remarked Lena.
"She sat on the huge, firm earth,' as
low as she could get. Be sure and
stop at the drug store on your way
home for my garnet dye. Tomorrow
l must color two suits and finish
making up third, but there's money
in it, as well as lots offun. 1wouldn't
change places with a millionaire.
Granny Purcell prophesied an i'm
mediate matrimonial engagementfor
Howard Vandyne when she learned
that Clara was employed in his faith
acknowledgement. She also strongly
disapproved of Dora's leaving home
to write for newspapers.
"Such brazen mans work as that
never will prosper, Ad'line, mark my
words!''
But Granny Purcell, like many OF
her kind was doomed to disappoint-
ment. Everything prospered-the
bookkeeping, the "brazen" journal
ism, the hospital for disabled gar
ments, the fancy poultry. Neither
was Howard Vandyne judiciously
angled for, neatly caught and care
fully landed. He and all ''them
Lovett girls" remained good friends
and nothing more. They were too
busy to fall in love.
Clara went to Yellowstone park and
the Yosemite, and eventually to
Europe, in the company of a wealthy
family who engaged her as compan-
ion to their eldest daughter.
Lena enlarged her business till she
rented an office down town. She is
still pursuing it, refusing all offers OF
marriage till she settles her parents
comfortably tor the remainder of their
days. She declares that she shall yet
be "the quiet little old lady with a
shoulder shawl"
Dora, now a recognized journalist,
makes brief but delightful visits
home, where she is lionized by her
neighbors to her hearts content.
Her literary work enables her to
keep zone suit ahead" as she ex.
presses it, and she is also laying up
something for the future. The "edi-
torial brother-in-law," or any other
kind, is still a myth. Dora has no
idea of giving up her personal indie
pendence. 81 have met SO many
darling odd maids since I have been
doing press work." she says, "such
bright, keen, cultivated, cheerful
souls, with not a care in the world
beyond the preparation oftheir daily
copy, that it would require much
stronger inducements than see at
present to win me from their busy,
self-respecting ranks"
In their little personal sacrifices
and economies, "those Lovett girls
have learned that people can be very
happy without a large amount OF
money. They have discovered that a
brave, cheerful putting of the hand
to the pillow inevitably results in a
harvest of good. They take an in
terest in the deep things of life. They
have learned, too, to sympathize
with all toilers. They have come to
ga realizin' sense" of their talents
and opportunities, and, in the words
OF Frances Sargent Osgood's beauti-
full poem-a poem which is old, yet
ever new-they would say to their
fashion bound, ennui-stricken sisters
all about them, to those who Ian,
gush in gilded prisons and silken fet-
tiers:
Work for some good, be it ever SO slowly,
Cherish some flower, be it ever SO lowly;
Labor, all labor is noble and holy.
Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God
Helen T. Clark, in Woman's Jour.
nal.