Year: 1875

ther went down the street, whispering
with sigh" The Lord knows who's
going to feed that family; I can't do it,
for wife says can't and she knows ev-
erything most; and Love is terribly OBJ
stinate." t.


Love had O long talk with her hus-
band that night. The next day an old
school friend who had always been like
a sister, came to stop with the sick man
and take care of the babies, and she
went to Boston, ten miles away, in an
early train, with neat little basket in
her hand. If any one had been near
enough when she put her little basket
on the platform of the depot, with such
spirit, he might have heard her whis-
per: sA D. tas


"See if my family starves while I
am alive and in my strength


The streets looked so clean and the
air seemed so pure that she charged
herself with having often borne false
witness against the beautiful, as she ran
with light heart through Washington,
fremont and Court streets, first to o
store and then to hotel. In each
place she asked for the proprietor or
Steward, drew out three little glass jars.
In one minute she told her business
and tho necessity that brought her out
on it. Her cheerful face, her prompt
manner, and her we'll chosen words
gained the victory for her. She went
back at night pledged to supply home
made pickles, chow-chow, and catsup
for three hotels and five large groceries,
and she murmured as she mounted the
steps of her home, "I'll snow father if
we are going to starve."


Her cheerful story Of success did
more for her poor, disheartened young
husband than peck of old-school pills
or four tiny new ones could have done.
The eery story o. an old women's poke
bonnet, and OF the silly airs of silly
bride, and of boy with two guinea
pigs buttoned into his pocket for safe
transportation, really frightened the
hope of life in his heart, and after par
taking of nice supper prepared by
thoir pretty friend, he said


"Now, girls, l feel as if I were going
to get about again, and this is the first
time / have had any hope" 5..4.


But if you could only have seen tho
size of the old gentleman's eyes, and
the style of mouth he got up, and
his exclamation:


Why, Love, you are crazy! What
will your mother say? You surely for
get that her first husband was President
of the L. national bank, and / am
cashier of it. Who ever heard of a
bank officers daughter making pickles
for taverns and groceries?"


Why don't you teach music ?"


Because don't know enough"


You might keep few very genteel
we'll not just boarders, but friends
who don't care to keep house, but who
would pay largely"


"Where are they, and where's the
house and furniture for them?'
f. &c O, that is true. but you might
oh ? or you might-ehY' and here his
wits failed. There are SO few grand
things that people can do in the hope
of cheating others into the belief that
they are working for fun rather than
from necessity. But soon the old gem
tlemen added-it was the truest words
he ever uttered--"I declare 1 am
afraid to go homo lest it has reached
your mothers ears"


The proud women soon heard of it.,
and she talked angrily about what Mrs.
Adams and Mrs. Colonel West, and
purse-proud Mrs. Allen would say, and
she was inclined to think it would be
better to give Love $500 than to be
disgraeed in society.


Glove wouldn't take any money"
replied the old man, whose attitude
during the whole conversation was
that of one caught in a cutting hail
storm without an umbrella.


Dreadful Independent for one that
is penniless," cried the old lady.


Love and her stout helper went to
work at once, and very soon the china
closet, and next the little dining room
were. filled with glass jars, through
which tiny green cucumbers and onions
and everything else nice in that line
was peeping, or as Love said, " smiling
on the family


The business went on bravely, and
in one year Loves husband who was
partially restored to health, forsook the
bed and took charge of it. .-. .....


This is no pretty fiction to teach
young folks that where there's will
there's a way" tits true story of O
brave little woman, and we can tell
you the street and number of large
store in certain city, not far away
where her enteprising husband has
built up large business and saved
not little money.


He says that if Love had neve,
learned to make pickles, or had been
too proud to make them for others, in
his dark time, he should have been in
his grave FIVE years ago.


Who thinks less of her for doing it


cy- To be angry with weak man is
o proof that you are not very strong
yourself.