The Union and journal., 1861-11-22

no one had sneered at him, and all his &C
quaintances whom he met greeted him tn
same as usual. He was far happier nov
than he was at home the night before, 10
now he was Independent. -...
On the next day he earned over dollar
and thus he continued to work for week
at the end Of which time he had five dollar
and seycnty.iye cents in his pocket, beside
having paid for all the food for his family
save some pieces OF meat which Snow hn'
given him. Saturday evening he met Mari
Leeds, another binder, who was dis s,harge'
from work with himself. Leeds looked care
worn and rusty.
slow goes it?'askcd Peter.
Don't ask me- groancd Mark. M.
family are half starving
but can't You find something to do"
Nothing
Have you tried?
.Everywhere-but it's no use. l have
pawncd all my clothes save those l have on
have been to the bindery to-day, and wha'
do you suppose he offered me7'
What was it?'
.why he offered to lot me do his handcart
ing He had just turned of his Niger fol
drunkenness. and offered me the place The
old curmudgcon by the powers, had
great mind to pitch him into the handcar'
and run to the
Mark mentioned the name Of an individual
who is supposed to dwell somewhere in a
warmer region some what warmer than our
tropics.
Well said Peter, 'if had been in your
place should have taken up with the offer.
why resumed Peter, Il have been doing
the work of butchers boy for whole
week
Mark was incrcdulous, but his companion
convinced him, and they separated, one going
home happy and contented, and the other go
ing from home to find some sort Of excite
ment in which to drown his own misery.
One day Peter had a basket Of provisions
to carry to Mr.. w. Ii was his former em.
ployer, and just rs hc was entering the yard
of his customer, he met him coming out.
'Ah, Stanwood, is this you7' asked his old
employer kindly.
Yes sir ........
'What are you nowT
d am butchers boy, sir
"A what?
You see I've brought your provisions for
you, sir. I'm a regular butchers boy
And how long have you been at work
thus? .'inl rf r'-i9'..'i ''iH .a
This is the tenth day.
but don't it come hard?'
Nothing is hard, so long as 1t is honest
and will furnish my family bread
'And how much day can you earn at
this?'
Sometimes over dollar, and sometimes
not over fifty cents.
We'll look here, Stanwood, there has been
not less than dozen Of my old hands hang
ing around my counting room for fortnight,
whining for work. They arc stout, able
men. and yet they lie still because have no
work for them. Last Saturday, took pity
on Leeds and offered him the job ofdoing my
handcarting. 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 he owned that his family was suffer
ing. But you come to my place Tomorrow
morning and you shall have something to do,
II it is only to hold your bench. l honor
you for your manly independence
Peter graspcd the old mans hand with a
joyous grateful grip, and blessed him fervcnt'
B. .
That night he gave Mr.. Snow notice that
he was to quit, and on the following morning
he went to the bindcry. For two days he
had little to do, but on the third day a heavy
Job came in and Peter Stanwood had steady
work. He was happy-morc happy than
ever, for he had learned two things first what
a noble wife he had and second-how much
resource for good he held within his own EN-
ergics.
Our simple picture has two points to its
moral. One is-no man can be lowered by
any kind Of honest labor. The second
while you are enjoying the fruits Of the pres
ent, forget not to provide for the future for
no man is 20 secure but that the day may
come when he will want the squandcrings ol
the past. t..