Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-06-25

is no one more to be pitied than a
gentle woman suddenly bereft Of
her wealth and the loving shelter
of heart and home.
The one of whom we write was
literally dumb and distracted with
grief and knew not how in the
least to run the race, now, without
a moments warming, set before
her What mistaken and cruel
kindness for man to keep from
his wife all his business troubles
and anxieties Now, her house
band, her riches at one fell stroke,
gone nothing left save her ba-
bies--her loneliness and poverty.
But, as time went on, it does not
stop because we stop to cry you
know-she had to face, tears on
her face or not-the stern relent-
less fact that they would not nor
could not come back; if she failed
in knack (tact) to get upon some
track where an income could be
seen.
She soon set herself down, like
the "brave lady" she was, to try to
gather up her forces, mentally, to
pull herself together once more
and to think out, as best she might,
what she could DO to support her
precious BARNS.
In those days when she could
keep cook and coachman, it had
been her pride often to go into
the kitchen and to show her chef
that there was, at least, one dish of
which she was chef and savant
for that days dinner; and a sub
tie secret too he could not learn,
but which ever eluded his eager
grasp-"Chicken patty" "What
was the reason he could not make
a chicken pie to taste like his
mistress's?" Over and over he
said this, over and over he tried
only to find Failure" written up
on the upper crust! My dear
imitators, Echo mocks you
"Why.y-y?"
Her friends too had always
been warm in their praise and
very willing to draw up" at
those times, emphasizing their
rich and delicious flavor in most
substantial and decided manner.
She was happy to please her lord
and TO make something he could
eat, with real relish, all herself.
Such, often, is the fond and
foolish pride of some good wives.
She did not dream in those hap
py days she was teaching herself
how to make q 'living" But
now-"Could she sell her patties ?"
"Like a low inspiration" it came
to her.
She had no trade but that;
she could not teach-did not know
how; she was as ignorant as her
baby of Coke and Blackstone;
she did not know how to make
a bitter pill for anyone to swallow,
or how to set a bone-only to
crack one, and put it in a little
pan under a rich butter. egg-and-
flour paste.
She could not give a lecture,
even, on her royal dish. No.
Neither could she navigate a ves-
sci half way around the Cape of
Good Hope, nor write poetry.
But the very next day her
'round table" was set out with a
merry-go, all-around (she had
made so many in the nightly of
her round patties, fiaky and
brown; and her friends were ask
ed to sit down and match her
effort with the town's-and they
declared they could not eat
enough nor pay too much for
treats like hers.
There was demand, soon, for
Madame Birdie G. Fowle's chick
EN- patties, the like you never
knew; and she was enabled to
employ a corps Of women helpers
and her former cook, besides.
And so, the circle of good deeds
ever widens, rs tae stone tossed
into the river.
Moral: - Where there's a
will
Be mistress Of no (paste-
cheap gew-gaws) NASTY pride y
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