The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-03-27
Peters Hunt for Work.


- IT'S no use Maria, / have tried every
Il where"
But you are not going to give it up,
yet, Peter2"
"Give it up How can help it In
four days / have been to every book
blndery in the city, and not bit of
work can L get"
-" Have you tried anything else ?"
"What else can try?"
Anything that you can do
g Yes, I've tried other things. I've
been to more than a dozen of my old
friends and offered to help them"
And what did you mean to do for
them ?"
'' i offered either to post their accounts,
make out bills or attend to the counter"
Mrs Stanwood smiled as her husband
spoke thus.
''What makes you smile ?" he
asked.
To think that you would have i'm
agined that you would find work in
such place. But how is Mark Leeds ?"
"He's worse off than am"
How SOP"
He has nothing in his house to
eat"
A shudder crept over his wife's frame
now.
Why do you tremble wife? ?"
g 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"
81 do"
:" But our fiour?''
"All gone. baked the last this after
noon"
"But we have pork ~
g You ate the last this noon.n
''Then we must starve l"groaned
the stricken man, starting across the
room.
Peter Stanwood was a book binder by
trade, and been out of employment about
month. He was one of those who gen.
orally 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 three children to pro-
vide for, beside himself and wife, and
this, together with his house rent, was
heavy draught upon his purse even
when work was plenty; but now there
was nothing.
" Maria, said he, stopping and gaz-
ing into his wife's face 1--WE must starve.
I have not single penny in the world"
'But do not despair, Peter. Try
again tomorrow for work. You may
find something to do. Anything that
is honest and honorable. Should you
make but a shilling day we should not
starve.h
"But the house rent ?"
"frust me for that. The landlady shall
not turn us out. If you will engage
something to do, I will see that we have
house room"
6 1 will make one more trial, mutter-
ed Peter despairingly.
But you must go prepared to do any,
thing"
Anything reasonable, Maria"
"What do you call reasonable ?"
"Why, anything decent.n
She felt inclined to smile, but the mat
ter was too serious for that, and a cloud
passed oveSher face. She knew her hus-
bands disposition, and she felt sure that
he would find no work. She knew that
he would look for some kind of work that
would not lower'him in the social scale,
as he had once or twice expressed it,
However she knew itwould be of no use
to say anything TO him now, and she let
the matter 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 and
fortunate, making the most of the pres
ent, forgetting the past, and letting the
future take care of itself. Yet the truth
was naked and clear, and when he left
the house he said, something must be
done.
No sooner had her husband gone than
Mrs. Stanwood put ON her bonnet anu
shawl. Her Oldest child was girl
eleven years Of age, and her youngest