Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-02-02
WHOLE NUMBER II.

~ St y ga ti4i> Situdtlon-yOu HliSHl DOT get
another you must not leave-you must not
break your ndentures-you must be patient
and Industrious stiIl--you have a hard mas
| ter, and, God knows, it costs me many a heart
ache to think of what YOU have to suf
fer; but bear with him, Stephen, bear with
him, for my sake few years longer
Stephen was now fairly crying, and his
mother kissed OFF his tears, while her own
| flowed freely.
| Her appeal to his affection was not in vain.
/ lie soon smiled through his tears. as he said.
! well, mother, you know how to talk me
over. When ! came in tonight, did think
that would never 60 to the shop again. BUT
viii promise you 10 be patient STILL Con-
sidering all that you have done for me this il
little enough for me to do for YOU When
! have shop of my own you shall live like a
/ lady. I'll trust to your word that shall GET
along, If am patient and industrious though
| | don't see how it's to be It's not so verv
bad after all; and. bad as my master is there's
Que comfort, he lets me have my Saturday
nights and blessed Sundays with you. Well
! | feel happier now, and think can eat my
supper. We forgot that my porrdge was
getting cold all this time
Stephen kept his word-Gay after day, and
month after month, his patience and industry
| never tagged. And plenty of trials poor fell
low, he had for his lortitude. His master, a
small stationer in a small country town, to
whom Stephen was bound apprentice for five
years, with salary barely sufficient to keep
him in clothes little, sharp, spare faced
man, who seemed to have worn himself away
with continual fearfulness and vexation. He
was perpe,uaIly fretting, peIpetnally finding
fault with something or other, perpetually
thinking that everything was going wrong
Though he did cease to go into passion
with, and to strike Stephen, the poor lad was
an object always at hand, on which TO vent
his i'll humor.
Many times was Stephen on the point of
losing heart and temper but he was able TO
control himself by thinking of his MOTHER
And, he said, there was comfort in those
Saturday nights and blessed Sundays. a long
walk ia the country on those blessed SUNDAYS,
and the testament readings to his mother
would always strengthen his often wavering
faith IN her prophecies of good in the end,
would cheer his spirits, and nerve him with
fresh resolution for the coming week. And
what was it that the widow hoped would re-
suit form this painful bondage? She did not
know-she only had faith in her doctrine
that patience and industry would be sometime
rewarded. How the reward was TO come in
her sons case, she could not Sc. 1T seemed
likely, indeed, from all appearances. that the
doctrine, in this case, would prove false. Bur
still she had saith.
1t Tvs nearly four years since the conversa-
ton between mother and son before detailed.
They were again together on the Saturday
evening. Stephen had grown into, tall,
manly youth, with agentle, kind, and thought
full expression Of coGntenance. Mary looked
much older, thinner, paer, and more anxious
Both were at this moment looking downcast-
: 1 do not-see that anything can be hoped
from him. said Stephen with a sigh. 4
have now served him faithfully for five years
Il have borne patiently all his i'll humor,
have never been absent a moment from my
post, and during all that time, notwithstand-
ing all this. he has never thanked me, he has
never SO much as given me q single kind
word, or even a kind look. He must know
that my apprenticeship will be out on Tues
day, yet he never says word to me about il,
and l suppose must go without a word
You must speak to him., said Mary you
cannot 90 without saying something-and
tell him exactly how you are situated; he car
not refuse to do something to help you.'
1t is easy to talk Of speaking to him, moth
Ell. but not so easy to do it. have often
thought of spenking to him-of telling him
how poor we were. aud begging little more
salary. But ! never could do it when came
before him. ] seemed to feel that he would
refuse me, and / felt somehow too proud to
ask favor that would most likely be refused
/ But it shall be done DOW, mother; l will not
be a burthen upon you. if can help it. Id
sooner do any thing than that He ought to
/ do something for me, and there's DO one else
that know of that can. will speak to him
on Monday.
/ Monday evening was come-all day Ste
| phen had been screwing up his courage for
! the task he had to do; of course, it could not
| be done when his master and he were in the
/ shop together, for they were liable at any mo-
ment TO be interrupted. At dinuertime they
took their meal alternately. that the pest in
the shop might never be deserted. But now
I days work was over; and every thing
was put away, and master and apr rentice had
retired TO their little back parlor to take their
I tea. As usual they were alone, for the sta.
SyaS a SiuOip man {1a,b,cb v1iub,
count for the sourness of his temper,) aud