Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-08-14

" Hi'H sllt lt'l Cuu luVo pltCtS Vi per |
haps two inches square. Salt and
pepper We're sprinkled in literally,
and rs she put on her stew before
breakfast and lei it simmer all morn
ing, adding the sliced potato at IL
o clock, it was well done by noon.
George. how good the dinner
smells calculated Tom.
"Got roast turkey Lou?' inquired
Potter, shifting and smelling,
Even listless Lou wanted some din
ner that day; the rest recovered their
appetites-without any more lager!
IL wish the land you learn cookin'
of Aunt Pratt" said Potter.
IL wonder if | have sewed up that
hole??" thought Aunt Pratt.
But she had not. Louisa was too
old to learn new tricks, ms we say
about dogs; she continued to buy the
best meat and cook in the worst way,
and still the money leaked from
that hole in the bag.
"Hullo, Toni said Potter one Sun
day morning, as Tom sauntered into
the room with half-smoked cigar
in his mouth. "Ain't you toney?
VII. that cigar smells like n rosnr'
Aunt Pratt wondered what sort OF
rose had an odor like tobacco.
"It had ought to- sententiously
remarked Tom. ''Them fellers cost
me 5 cents apiece by the hundred.
"Well, | kinput up my pipe SO fur;
but you Young fellers have got to
have your fling. reckon. By'm-bv
you'll fall back on brier wood and
niger head
"Another hole in the bag MUIR
INJURED Aunt Pratt, who had patient
ly darned Toms threadbare socks
and patched his worn shirts for him
every week tor months.
well, here l be"' shouted Potter
as he came in one Monday morning
about 10 o'clock.
"Why, what has fetched you
home?" inquired his wife.
"Oh, our fellows have struck;
we're goin' to have less work and
more pay; them darned capitalists
have overrode us long enough; we're
bound to have our share OF the dol
lars we make, now | tell youn'
"For the mercy's sake!' calculated
Louisa.
Where are you going to work
now" dryly asked Aunt Pratt.
"Why, back again as soon as the
bosses come to terms
But supposin' they shouldn't
ooh, they've got to, can't lose
their contracts, no way; we've got
'em where the hairs short"
"But supposin' they hold out for n
months or six weeks?"
sob, we get allowance out of the
assessments; we amt going to
starve."
who's paying them assess
ments?"
"The fellers what have got money
laid away; they're taxed for the gen
e-al good; so much week till the
strikes over"
"Be you assessed
"Lord! do you think I've got g
: cent in the bank? Four children ant
starving wages. What's $3 a day
with four in the family. an
clothes All rent, an vittles, an light
an fuel, an doctors, an Lord knows
what all""
"a bag with holes!" ran through
Aunt Pratt's mind as she LOOKED
! back on the past six months
Weeks passed on; the ''bosses'
were not only firm but hired othe
men in the strikers places and wen
, on with contracts. Potter sulked
and lonnged and swore, and mad
his pipe and himself q daily nuisance
in the house. Before long Aun
; Pratt discovered that the assess
, ments were decreasing, and alarmed
lest Potter should insists on sharin;
/ her small property among his brood
, on communistic principles, she quiet
r ly withdrew herself one day to an Oh
f Ladies Home, where the paymen
OF a small sum insured her peacefu
/, and pleasant home for life, and froI
Q her retreat she gave much aid an
comfort 10 the women of the Potte
family, but refused any to the tw
y men.
81 can't waste my pittance on bee
d and to5acco!" she said sharply; an
e she meant what she said. When sh
died, her money was all left to tt
e Home where she lived, to Ell
o dow two free admissions, the thrt
II women of the Potters to have tt
r preference.
< 81 have lived, said the doc,men
=, after the terms of the bequest." t
p see what the Bible meant where
says in Haggai, j. 6. 'Ye eat, but
u have not enough; We drink, but
q are not filed with drink, We clotl
y you, but there is none warm; and
IL that earneth wages earneth wages
10 put in a bag with holes and | W
not leave behind me any dollars
er go into that bag"
- "Old crankv said the disappoin
ne ed Potter, when the lawyer tinish'
reading.
re "Who? Haggi?" politely inguir
re that gentleman.-RoseT Terry Cool