Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-06-16
THE PRINTER.
BY MRS. SARAH II. HAYS.


ter, as he entered his own door at hall
past eleven at night. have watched
and watched for you so long that began
to feel uneasy.
Uneasy-I should think you would
have become accustomed 20 IRE gular hours
by this time, he replied, seating himself
upon the chair she had handed with a
sigh.
You are wearied out. said his wife
mournfully, as he pressed his hand 20 his
throbbing temples. You are working
yodrself to death and what it is fer | can
J pct conceive.
! wonder how 1 can help it he replied,
in that desponding tone which proclaims
one miserable alike in body and mind
am half dead with fatigue. that is true
but there is no remedy which can per
ceive, for with all my efforts am behind
and have been utterly unable to get the
paper out day.
The Job Of advertisement YOU did yes
! terday | presume is the cause of your be-
ing so late. said she. Pray did Mr.. G.
pay you for it-five dollars was it not2
Yes; but he said / must trust him 3
while as money was SO scarce.
Did you ever hear anything like it?
cried Mrs. g. indignantly y--money so
scarce why this is the hue and cry from
one end of the country to the other. l
wonder how the people think printer is
to keep up the expenses of his office
type, ink. paper, fuel. rent. workmen-
and support his ia mily, if every human
being thinks the plea. money is scarce,
sufficient excuse for defrauding him out
of his honest dues.
Defraudng is hard word, answered
the husband. musingly. and yet, 10 put
man off with promises, and perhaps
never pay a all, unless compelled, seems
very much like it. Did Mr.. U. bring
grain to-day? he inquired, suddenly chan
ging this unpleasant subject.
No. saw him hauling load to Mr.
-'s, but he brought none here. You
were in hopes that advertising for neces-
saries would have the desired effect. but
you see there is nothing more easy than
to be mistaken.
think | was mistaken when selected
my occupation. resumed the printer Bit
terly. Half the talent and energy (not
to mention labor) expended in any other
pursuit would have placed me this on
the high road to independence. My life
is one of never ending drudgery, and ye:
how little do those of our patrons who are
rolling i'm wealth ever reflect on the prin-
ter's actual wsnts--his many privations
or the shifts he is obliged to resort to on
account of their want of punctuaity to
make payments. But must not sit here
talking ell night as | shall be obliged to
arise betimes in the morning in order to
get the paper out as early as possible.
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wonder what's the reason the paper
don't come? said old Squire Burley; the
Cresus of the village of ", he sa t
roasting his feet on the polished fender
before the fire. 1t is pretty near tea time
and it SHOWS so fast there is no getting
broad. wonder what the lazy editor
can be about to-day.
That is about the twentieth time this
afternoon you have wondered the same
thing father, said his daughter Hester,
who sat at the window occupied with
her worsteG work. l never knew that a
newspaper was so essential to your com
fort.
Essential to my comfort. Miss? re-
peated the Squier turning TO her with
some asperi;y, wonder who ever said it
was? There is some difference in things
ho. 1ol nd no
ing punctual yourself, and lover Of
punctuality in others.
Just so think my dear, chimed in Mrs.
Burlev, speaking from the depths Of a
cushioned chair. where she sat comfort
ably embodied. her feet half buried in the
tufted flowers of the stool which sup
ported them. and partly dozing over her
knitting work.
Just so | think. ie person don't get
thing when they look for it they don't
want it al all, and as the paper is very
irregular. if were you | would stop it.
There is Mr.. Nj. takes several city pa
pers; you can borrow them | dare say,
when he gels through with reading them.
believe will, said the Squire, beat
ing the Devils Tattoo with his foot.
there is no use of putting up with every
thing.
hope you won't stop it for such
trifing reason, father, cried Hester's
voice.
Why we could get no local intelligence
whatever. and how do you know but Mr.
G.. or some of his family are ill. that he
has been unable TO get 4 out to day? Poor
man, he looks as though he had the con-
sumption already. standing over his case
as he does. and in my opinion no one can
be more industrious and try harder to do
his duty. Printers have hard time of
it anyhow-a life of cesseless slavery.
with little thanks and less pay.