Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1856-11-14

week at the end Of which he had five dol
ars and seventy-ivo cents In his pocket,
besides having paid for all the food for
all his family, save some few pieces OF
meat Snow had given him: Saturday
evening he met Mark Leeds. another
binder, who had been discharged from
work with himself. Leeds looked care
word and rusty.
How goes itp asked Peter.
Don't ask me, groaned Mark. my
family are half starved
But can't you find anything to doP
Nothing
Have you triedp
Everywhere; but tie no use. have
pawned all ny clothes save those have
on. I've been TO the bindery to-day,
and what do you suppose no offered
mep
What was III!
why no offered to let me do his hand
carting. He has just turned of his mig
ger for Drunkenness, and offered me the
placel The old curmudgeonl I had .
great mind to pitch him into the hand
cart and run him to the ID.
'Weli,' said Peter, IL had been In
your place l should have taken up with
the offer.'
Mark mentioned the name Of the
same individual again.
Why resumed Peter, Il have been
doing the work Of butchers boy for
whole week.
Mark was incredulous, but bis com.
panion convinced him, and then they
separated, one going home happy and
contcnted, and the other going away
from home TO ind some sort Of excite
ment In which to drown his misery.
One day Peter had q basket Of pro-
visions to carry to Mr.. W. II was
his former employer. He took the load
upon his arm and started of, and just
as he was entering the yard of the Gus
toner, he met Mr.. w. coming out.
'Ah, Stanwood. is this your asked his
old employer, kindly.
Yes SIR
What are you up to nowP
Pm butchers boy, SIR
"A whatP
You see I've brought provisions for
you, sir. I'm regular butchers boy
And how long have you been at work
thusp
This Is the tenth day.
is IL hard workp
Nothing comes hard 30 long a. II is
honest, and will furnish my family with
bread
And how much can you make day
ut thisp
Sometimes over dollar, and some.
times not over fifty cents.'
We'll, look here, Stanwood, there has
been no less than a dozen OF my old
hands hanging round my counting room
for fortnight, whining for work. They
are stout, able men, and yet they lie
still because have no work for them.
Last week took pity on Leeds, and Of
fered him tho job OF doing my hand
carting. told him would give him a
dollar and quarter day; but he turned
up his nose, and asked me not to insult
him. And yet no owned that his fami-
ly were suffering. But do you come TO
my place tomorrow morning, and you
shall have something to do, II II Is only
to hold your bench. honor you for
your manly independencev
Peter grasped the old mans hand with
a joyous, grateful grip. and blessed him
feivently.
That night he gave Mr.. Snow notice
that he must quit, and on the following
morning he went to the bindery. For
two days he had little to do, but on the
third day heavy job came in, and Peter
Stanwood had steady work. He was
happy--more happy than ever. for he
bad learned two things; first, what a
noble wife he had and second, how much
resource for good he held within his own
energies.
Our simple picture has two points to
its moral. One is, no man can be low
cred by any kind OF honest labor. The
second, while you are enjoying the fruits
Of the present, forget not to provide for
the future; for no man is so secure but
that the day may come when he will
want the squanderings Of the past.