Year: 1877




three jars left"


"Suppose we make bargain, Mrs.
Bar. III buy two barrels at the best
Boston price, if you'll make them for
me, and chow. chow and catsup, too"


Love laughed, and the hotel keeper
went with her to get the jar. The
old man went down the street whis-
pering, with sigh, "The Lord knows
who's going to feed that family; l
can't do it for wife says I can't, and
she knows everything, most; and
Love is terribly obstinate


We'll, the hotel keeper ran back the
next moment with his pickle jar, as
happy as some men would have been
to find a nugget OF gold that size, for
he had rival who kept the old tav-
ern, and he wanted to keep all the
lawyers who came there to hold court
as his customers


Love had long talk with her hus-
band that night. The next day an
old school friend came to stop with
the sick man and to look after the ba-
bies, and she went to Boston, ten
miles away in an early train with a
neat little basket in her hand. If any
one had been near enough, when she
put her loot on the platform of the
depot with such spirit, he might have
heard her whisper: +:


"Sce if my family starves while I'm
alive and in health !"


The day was lovely and everybody
on the cars and the street looked cheer
full and happy. Of course there were
sick, and lame. and blind, and deaf
people, and beggars plenty in the
world, but Heaven was keeping them
out OF her sight that day and bringing
before her only happy grown folks and
merry little ones.


The streets looked so clean and the
air seemed so pure that she charged
herself with having often borne false
witness against the beautiful city, as
she ran with light heart through
Washington, fremont and Court
streets and Bowdoin square, first to a
store and then to hotel. In each
place she asked for the proprietor OIL
the steward and opened her basket
drew out three little glass jars of what
hotel keepers at bone called "sour
things" In one minute she told her
business and the necessity that
brought her out on it. Her cheerful
face, her prompt manner and her well
chosen words gained the victory for
her. She went back at night pledged
to supply homemade pickles, chow
chow and catsup for three hotels and
five large groceries, and she whisper
I'd as she mounted the steps Of her lit
tie home, 'Ill show father whether or
not we are going to starve."


Her cheerful story Of success did
more for her poor disheartened young
husband then peck of old school
pills or four tiny new school ones,
could have done. The uery story Of
an old woman's bonnet, which
was worn one sided in the cars to
blind one eye, and OF the silly airs Of a
silly bride, and of boy with two
guinea pigs buttoned into bis jacket
for safe transportation, really bright
ened the hope of life in his heart, and
after partaking Of a nice supper pre-
pared by their pretty friend he said:


Now, girls, | feel as if l was going
to get about again, and this is the first
time I have had any hope !"


Love Kept away from her father
till she had visited two market gar.
dens in the outskirts OF the town an,,
engaged a great supply OF cucumbvrs,
onions, pappers and tomatoes, and had
brought back the strong girl she had
felt obliged to dismiss, to help her in
her new work.


But ifyou could only have seen the
size of the old gentleman's eyes, and
the style of mouth he got up, and
heard his exclamatiois: "Why,
Love, you are crazy ! What will
} our mother say? You surely forgot
that her first husband was president OF
the l. National BanE, and that I'm
cashier of 1t Who ever heard of
bank officers daughter making pickles
for taverns and groceries ?"


"Who ever heard of bank Off
GERS daughter sitting down and starry
ing when trouble comes" replied the
little lady


"Why don't you teach music :"


Because l don't know enough"


"You might keep a few very gen.