The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1869-07-15
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@It is no use, Maria, havetried every
Peter ?"
"Give it up? how can [ help it {? with
in four days have been to every book
binder in the city, and not bit of work
can l GET
But have you tried nothing else p
That else can I try?"
why, anything that you can do
eyes, I've tried other things. I have
been to more than a dozen Of my friends
aud offered to help them if they would
hire me.
And what did you mean to do FOR
them Z"
Il offered to post their accounts, make
out bills, or attend at the counter"
Mrs. Stanwood smiled as her husband
thus spoke
What makes you smile p he asked
'To think you should have imagined
that you would have found work IN such
places. But how is Mark Leeds ?"
He has nothing in his house to eat"
1t was shudder that -crept over the
/ wife's frame now.
'Why do you tremble, wife ?'
Because when we have eaten our
breakfast to morrow morning, we she'll have
nothing
What. :" cried Peter Stanwood, half
starting from his chair, "do you mean
that ?"
Il do"
"But our -four p
"All gone. [ baked the last this after
noon"
'But we have pork ?"
"lou ate the last this noon"
''Ihen we must starTe!' groaned the
| stricken man, starting across the room.
Peter StanWood was book binder by
trade, and had been out Of employment
/ over month. He was one of those who
/ generally calculate to keep about square
with the world, and who consider them
selves particularly fortunate if they keep
out of debt He was now thirty years of
age, and had been married eight years
1 He had three children to provide for be-
| sides himself and wife, and this. together
with house rent, was a heavy drought
upon his purse even when work was plenty
~ @ @s'iS5e ssfa @5is kTopPihg and gazing
his wife in the face, 1--WE must starye, l
have not penny III the world
But do not despair, Peter Try again
tomorrow for work. You may find some
thing to do. Anything that is honest is
/ honorable. Should you make but shil-
| ling a day, we should not starve"
But our house rent !''
Trust me for that Ifyou viii engage
to fnd some work to do, I'll see that we
have house room"
II make one more trial, uttered Pc
! ter, despairincly.
But you must go prepared to do any
thing"
anything reasonable, Maria"
hy-aaything decent"
The wife felt almost inclined TO smile,
but the matter was to serious for that and
q cloud passed over her face. She knew
her husbands disposition, and she felt
sure he would find no work She knew
he would look about for some sort of work
which would not lower him in the social
scale-as he had once or twice expressed
it. However, she knew it would be of no
use to say anything to him poYy, and she
let the matter pass,
On the following morning, the last bit
Of food in the house was placed on the ia
bic. Stanwood could hardly realize that
ne was penniless and without food For
years he had been gay, thoughtless and
5ortunate, making the most of the present.
forgetting the past, and leaving the future
to look for itself Yet the truth was
naked and clear; and when he left the
house he said
'.Scmething must be done"
2 I IL L ! -
Mrs. Stanwood put on her bonnet and
shawl. Her eldest child was a girl of
seven years old, and her younger four.
She asked her next door neighbor if she
would take care Of her children until noon.
These children were known to be good and
quiet, and they were taken cheerfully.
Then Mrs. Stanwood locked up her house
and went away. She returned at noon
bringing some dinner for her children and
then went away again. She got home in
the evening before her husband, carrying
heavy basket on her arm,
"Well, Peter" she asked after her
husband had entered and sat down, what
luck 2"
Nothing, nothing" he groaned. 'I
made out to squeeze a dinner out of an
old chum, but can't get work"
"And where have you looked to-day p
cob! everywhere [ have been to a
hundred places but it is the same every
place. 1t is nothing but one eternal no 7
/ am sick and tired Of il. .
"I3ut what sort of work have you offered
to do?D
"Why,i 7 even went 50 far as to offer to
tend liquor store down town
The wife smiled.
"Now what shall we do?'' uttered Pc
tel. spasmodieally-
aWhy, well eat supper first, and then