The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-04-15
OUT OF WORK.

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"But you are not going to give up
Peter?"
"Give up? How can he'pit? Within
four days I've been to every book-bind
cry in the city, and not bit of work
can get"
"But have you tried anything else?'
"What else can l try?"
why, anything that you can do"
Eyes, I've tried other things. l have
been to more than dozen of my friends
and offered to help them if they would
hire me-"
"And what did you mean to do for
them?"
II offered to post their accounts, make
out bills, or attend at the COUNTER
Mrs. Stanwood smiled as her husband
thus spoke.
"What makes you smileo' he asked.
''To think you should have imagined
that you would find work in such places.
But how is Mark Leeds?'
"He is worse off than l."
"How so?"
"He has nothing in his house to eat"
! 1t was a shudder that crep over the
wife's frame now.
"Why do you tremble, wife?'
Because when we shall have eaten
our breakfast tomorrow morning, we
shall have nothing"
"What cried Peter Stanwood. half
starting from his chair. Do you mean
that?n
81 do"
but our flour"
"All gone. l baked the last this af-
ternoon."
"But we have pork"
''iou ate the last this noon.n
"Then we must starve,' groaned the
stricken man across the ROOM"
Peter Stanwood was book binder by
trade, and had now been out of employ
ment over month. He was one of
those who generally calculate to keep
about square with the world, and who
consider themselves particularly fortu-
nate ifthey keep out of debt. He was
now thirty years Of age, and had been
married eight years. He had three
children to provide for, besides himself
and wife, and this, together with house
rent, was a heavy draught upon his
purse even when work was plenty, but
nowhere was nothing.
"Maria,' he said, stopping and gaz-
ing at his wife in the face, "we must
starve. l have not single penny in
the word.'
but do not despairPeter. Try again
tomorrow for work. You may find
something to do, anything that is
honest will be honorable Should YOU
make but shilling a day, we would not
starve.n
But our house rent?r
Trust me for that. The landlord
shall not turn us out. If you will ell
gage to find some work to do, I'll see
that we have house ROOM"
"l'll make one more trial." uttered
Peter desparngly.
"But you must go prepared TO do any
thing.'
Anything reasonable, Maria"
"But what do you call reasonab,e?n
"Why-anything decent"
The vile felt almost inclined to smile |
bnt the matter was too serious for that.
and cloud passed over her face. She
knew her husbands disposition, and
she felt sure that he would find no work,
She knew that he would look about for
some sort of work that would not low
erhim ia the social scale, as he had once |
or twice expressed it. However she !
knew it would be of no use to say any |
thing to him now, and she let the mat
ter pass.
On the following morning the last
bit Of food in the house was put on the
table. Stanwood could hardly realize
that he was penniless and without food
For years he had been gay, thoughtless,
misunderstanding the most of the pres
ent, forgetting the past and leaving the
future to look out for itself. Yet the
" oNA was A'NSh anu WIen 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 sew
EN- years old, and her youngest four
She ask 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 lock-
ed mp her house and went away. She
returned at noon, bringing some dinner
Tor her children and then went away
again. She got home in the evening be-
fore her husband, carrying IA heavy bas-
ket on her arm.
"Well, Peter," she asked after her
husband had entered and sat down
"what luckon
Nothing! nothing!' he groaned. Il
made out to squeeze IA dinner out of an
old chum, but can't find work.
And where have you looked to dayeeu