The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1869-03-12
Out of Work.

I
But you are not going to give up,
Peter?" s.
give up? How can | help it? With>
in four days l have been to every book
binder in the city, and not bit of work can
get.
But have you tried anything else p
! "W hat else can try p
"Why anything that you can do.
Yes; I've tried other things. | have
| been to more than dozen of my friends,
aud offered to help them if they would hire
| me. ..n.. ....
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
''To think you should have imagined
that you should find work in such places
! But how is Marx Leeds?'
| How SOP"
He has nothing in his house to eat "
1t was shudder that passed over his
wife frame now.
"Why do you tremble, wife p
! 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
| thatY'
Il do
But our hour?"
"All gone. l baked the last this after
noon.'
but we have pork
! You ate the last this noon.'
"rhen We must starved" groaned the
stricken man starting across the room.
Peter Stanwood was book binder by
trade and hal now been out of employ
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 keeI
out Of debt. He was now thirty eigh
years of age, and had been married eigh
years. He had three children to provide
Tor, besides himself and wife, and this to-
gether with house rent, was heavy draugh
upon his purse, even when work was plen
ty, but nowhere was nothing.
Maria, he said, stopping and gazing
his wife in the face, I'VE must starve.
have not single penny in the world. T"
But do no, despair, Peter. Try again
to morrow tof work You may fluid some
thing to do. Anything that is honest vii
be honorable. Should you make but
shilling day, We should not starve.
But our house rent 7"
Trust me for that. The landlord shall
not turn US out. If you will engage to fin,
some work to do, LII sea that We hav
house room.
IN try once MORE uttered Peter DIES
pairingly.
"Bu: you must 60 prepared to do any
thing"
Anything reasonable, Maria.
but what do you cali reasonable? 2"
'Why-anythlng decent.
The wife felt almost inclined to smile
but the matter Was TOO serious for that an
cloud passed over her face. She knew
her husbands disposition, and she felt sur
he would find no work. She knew that b.
would look about for some sort OF wOrl
that would not lower him In the socla
scale, as he had once or twice expressed 1t
Ho viewer she knew that it would be OF n
use to say anything to him now, and sh
let the matter pass.
On the following morning the last bit G
food III the house was put upon the table
Stanford could hardly realize that he Wa
pennliess and without food. For years b
had been gay, thoughtless and fortunate
? making the most ut the present, forgettlD
the past, and leaving the future TO tax
care of itself. Yet the truth was max e
and clear; and when he left the house b
SAID something must be done.
, No sooner had the husband gone tina
/ Mrs. Stanford put on her hat and shaw
Her oldest child was girl seven years oil
and her youngest four. She asked be
next door neighDor if she would take Car
: OF her children till noon. These childre
were known to be good and quiet, and the
were taken cheerfuly. Then Mrs. Star
, ford locked up her house and went away
/ She returned at noon, bringing some dir
ner Tor the children, and tuen went ava
r again. She got home in the evening, b,
lore her husband, carrying a heavy bask,
on her arm.
We'll, Peter she asked, after her hu.
band had entered and sat down, 'whi
9 luck 2
e Nothing! nothing3 he groaned.
= made out to squeeze out dinner out oil a
old chum, but 1 can't lind work.
Aud where have you looked to-day 7?
D oh everywhere. | have been TO