Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-03

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g There, we've got roof to cover us,
next? Oh, what curse these hard times
are:''
"Dont despair, Peter for we shall not
starve. :" I've got enough engaged to
keep as alive"
ssAh, what is that?''
" Mr.. Snow has engaged me to carry
small packages, baskets, bundles and so
forth to his rich customers. He has had
to give up one of his horses
I. Maria, what do you mean?''
''Just what say. Mr.. Snow came to
dinner: I was there and asked him if he
ever had light articles which he wished
to send around to his custimores. Never
mind what he said He did happen to
want just such work done, though he had
meant to call upon the idles that lounge
baout the market. He promised to give
me all the work he could, and I am sure
to be there in good season in the morn
ing.'
This is a pretty go; my wife turned
butchers boy! You will not do any such
thing"
''And WHY not?''
Because
.say because it will lower me in social
scale.''
SWELL 50 1t will
s!Then it is more honorable to lie still
and starve, too, than to earn honest bread
by honest work? tell you, Peter, if you
cannot find work I must We should
have been without bread tonight had 1
not found work to-day. You know that
all kinds of light, agreeable business are
seized upon by those who have particular
friends and engage in them. AT such a
time as this it is not for usto considers
what kind of work we will do, so long
it is honest. Oh! give me the liberty of
living upon my own deserts and the indie
pendence to be governed by my own con-
victions OF right"
''But, my wife, only think, you carry
ing about butchers stuff! Why, I would
sooner do it myself"
IF you will co. said the wife, with a
smile, II will stay home with the chill
dren."
It was hard for Peter Stanwood, but the
more he thought upon the matter the
more he saw the justice and right Of the
path into which his wife had thus led him.
Before he went to bed he promised
that he would 60 to the butchers in the
morning.
And Peter Stanwood went to his new
business. Mr.. Snow greeted him warm
ly, praised his faithful wife, and then sent
him off with two baskets, one to Mr.
Smiths, and another to Mr. Dixalls
The new carrier worked all day, and when
it came night he had earned ninety seven
cents. 1t had been day Of trials, but no
one had sneered at him, and all his old
acquaintance whom he met greeted him
the same as usual. He was far happier
now than he was when he went home the
night before, for now he was independ-
ent.
The next day he earned over dollar,
and thus he continued to work for week
at the end of whish time he had five dol
lars and seventy-tivc cents in his pocket,
besides having paid for all the food for
his family, save some few pieces of meat
that Snow had given them. Satur-
day evening he met Mark Leeds, another
binder, who had been discharged with
himself. Leeds looked care worn and
rusty.
''How goes it?' asked Peter.
"Don't ask me- groaned Mark; my
family are half starved
"Bat can't you find anything to do?"
Nothing"
'Have you tried?"
Everywhere; but it's no USE I have
pawned all my clothes save those l have
on. I've been to the bindery to-day, and
what do you suppose he offered meY"
"What was it,"
"Why, he offered to let me do his hand
carting. He has just turned off his man
for drunkenness, aud offered me the place.
The Old curmudgeon! had great mind
to pitch him into the hand-cart and run
him into the river"
eff had been in your place l should
have taken up with the offer.'
Mark would not hear of it.
"Why," resumed Peter, 81 have been
doing the work of a butchers boy for a
whole week..
Mark was incredulous, but his com
panion convinced him, and they sepa-
rated, one going home happy and con-
tented and the other going away from
home to find some sort Of excitement in
which to drown his misery.
One day Peter had basket of provis-
ions to carry to his former employer. He
took the load upon his arm, and just as
he was entering the yard Of the customer
he met him coming out.
"Ah, Stanwood, is this your asked
the old employer, kindly,
Yes, sir"
Sand what are you up to now"
I'm a butchers boy, sir
ga what?"
"You see, I've brought provisions for
you, sir. I'm a regular butchers boy,
SIR
"And how long have you been at work
thus?"
''This is the tenth day.
"But don't it come hard?''
Nothing comes hard so long as it is
honest, and will furnish my family with
bread"
'sAnd how much can you make a day
at this?"
"Sometimes over dollar and sometimes
not over fifty cents.
swell, look here, Stanwood; there have
| been no less than dozen of my old hands
hanging around my counting room for a
fortnight, whining for work. They are
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