The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-02-16
4 5torp for tbe Vi,ncs
OUT OF WORK.
by SYLvANUS COBB, JR.

ats use, Maria, I've tried everywhere. y
"But you are not going to give it up, Re,
tcr?'
Give up? How can help it? Within
four DAYS have been to every book bindcry
in the city, and not bit Of work,can get ="
"Tnt, have you tried anything dsc.'
What else can try 2"
"Why anything that you can do"
Ives, I've tried other things. | have been
to more than a dozen of my friends, and
Offered to help them if they would hire me. :"
And what did you mean to do for them g
II offered either to post their accounts,
make out bills, or attend to the counter"
Mrs. Stanwood smiled as her husband thus
spoke.
"What makes you smile z" he asked.
TO think you should have imagined that
vo, would find work in such place. But
how is Mark LccdS?'
..IIe is worse off than am"
GLOW so?
.,Ilc has nothing in his house to cat"
A shu,ldcr crcpt over his wife's frame now.
why do you trcmhlc. wife,
"Bccause when we shall have eaten our
breakfast to morrow morning, we shall have
nothing"
What !" cried Peter Stanwood, half start
ing from his chair, edo you mean that!''
II do"
"All gone. baked the last this after
noon."
But we have pork ~
You ate the last at noon."
Then we must starve" groaned the
stricken man. starting across the room.
Peter Stanwood was book-bnder by
trade and had now been out Of employment
about month. He was one of those who gen.
orally calculate to keep about square with the
world and who consider themselves particu-
larry fortunate if they keep out of debt. He
was now thirty years of age, and had three
children to provide for besides himself and
wife, and this, together with house rent, was
heavy draught upon his purse, even, when
work was plenty, but nowhere was moth
ing.
Maria, 'said he, stopping and gazing his
wife in the face. 1--WE must starve. l have
not single penny in the world"
but do not despair Peter. Try again to-
morrow for work. You may find something
TODD. Anything that is honest is honorable.
Should you make but shilling day, we
should not staIve."
But our house rent 2"
Trust to me for that. The landlord shall
not turn us out. If you will engage to find
something to do, l will see that we have
house room.'
I'll make one more trial, uttered Peter
dcspairingy.
but you must go prepared to do any.
thing"
"Anytling reasonable, Maria"
'.What do you call reasonable !"
"Why-anything decent"
'rho v;fo f.lt in cl;uc1 RI SmiIc hNt tht
matter was too serious for that, and cloud
passed over her face. She's knew her hus
bands disposition. and she felt sure he woult
find no work. She knew he would look for
some kind of work which would not lower
lin in the social scale, as he had once Oh
twice expressed it. However, she knew il
would be Of no use to say anything to hin
now, and she let the matter pass.
On the following morning, the last bit o
food in the honSe was put upon the table
Stanwood could hardly realize that he wa
pcnniless and without food. For years he
had been gay, thnughtless, and fortunate
making the most Of the present, Forgetting thu
past, and leaving the future to take care o
itself. Yet the truth was naked and clear
and when he left the house, he said
Something must be DONE"
No sooner had the husband gone, than Mrs
Stanwood put on her bonnet and shawl
Her eldest child was girl seven years old
and her youngest four. She asked her mex
door neighboi If she would take care of he
children until noon. These children wei
known to be good and quiet. and they wer
taken chcerfuly. Then Mrs SIanwood lock
cd up her house and went away. She re
turned at noon. bringing some dinner TO
her children, and then she went away again
She came home in the evening before he
hu banl, carrying a heavy basket upon he
Gjil.