Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1879-03-07

and we must cut. Can get men to work
for less, sir"
"But l am willing to work for less,
Mr. Lord"
TOO late, sir-too late. Got man
engaged"
"But Mr.. Lord" ......
Don't detain me, Mr.. Furlong.
The carriage is waiting, and the club
will have champagne supper at five.
We must cut down, sir"
The senior member of lord & Co.,
carefully adjusting his high hat on his
bald head, entered the carriage in wait
ing, and was driven rapidly away.
" Poor Emily what will she do now,"
said John Furlong, as he stood like one
paralyzed in the private Office of Lord
Il Co He heard the Office door closed,
heard the rattle of the wheels made by
the departing carriage, and yet he stood
alone in the center of the office, an inn
personation of the statue of despair.
Poor Emilyr' it was all he said, the
tears coursed down his pallid cheeks
and fell upon the richly-carpeted floor.
With an effort he aroused himself,
walked to his desk, closed his books,
carefully placed them in the safe, and
slowly but sadly walked into the street.
His fellow-clerks saw him depart. He
was favorite with them all, and with
a saddened feeling they watched him
until he was lost to sight. ...
Instinctively he turned toward his
home. The people passing through
the crowded thoroughfares jostled him
as they passed, but he felt them not;
the vehicles ratified through the badly
paved streets, but he heard not sound.
Like wheat before the cradle of the
mower he had been cut down. His
thoughts were not of himself, and when
from between his quivering lips sound
escaped, only two words cOuld'be heard
-" Poor Emilyl' frt
Stopping in front of four-story
building in the central portion of the
city, he walked into the marble-tiled
vestibule, put his night-key into the
lock, opened the door, and commenced
his weary ascent up four flights of
stairs. When he reached the upper
| landing he was exhausted, and almost
breathless, yet with the aid of the ban
nisters he reached the door of his
apartments, opened it by an effort, and
staggered into the room. 70
"John!"
Emilyin a
He had tainted. Exhausted nature
could no longer bear the terrible strain.
Emily Washburn bent over him. With
woman's instinct she at once per-
ceived the necessity of immediate ac-
ton, and proceeded to take measures
to resuscitate him. She bathed his
temples and chafed his hands, and her
diligence and perseverance were soon
rewarded by signs of his returning
consciousness. "My poor brother, "
said Emily 81 feared this. You have
been sadly overworked; your brain
has been tasked beyond endurance.
You need rest sadly, and you must
have it."
~ shall have all the rest need now,
my dear sister"
80! how kind of Lord & Co., )" said
Emily. ....... .....
"Yes, very kind" said John sar.
castically. "rH.
"Why, John, what do you meant
have they cut you down againP"
"Cut me down again? o! if that
was all would not complain. But
| WOTSe, ldT WOIot blldll IudJ.
You do not mean to say that yor
are" a.
M" Discharged Yes, Emily, dis.
charged. Turned out by those whom
have faithfully served for years. l dc
not care for myself, Emily; can beai
the whips and scorns of life without 6
murmur, but you, my dear sister-wha
will become of you and your little chill
drenp"
"Never mind us, John. Cheer up
can battle with the world. / blame
myself for being a charge and care up
on You, for what would we have done
when my husband died but for your
kindness, You have given us home
you have not only been brother but a
benefactor and savior to us; you gave
up your little home and came to us
your hard earnings have been bestowed
, on US; you denied us nothing, and now
when the dark day of adversely comes
you are without means yourself D
why did ever permit you to share your
hard-earned bounty with us?'
John Furlong was now reclining
upon the sofa. When he thought o.
his almost penniless condition and his
broken health, his courage seemed t.
forsake him. He looked around him
The children were playing around il
happy ignorance of the fate, which
seemed lowering over their little heads
Were they to he 9 cut down y too IL
, their infancyp The end of the montl
was approaching, and the rent had no
! been entirely accumulated yet. H
: knew his landlord well. He was in
! eXorable, and unfeeling, and exacting
and if payment was not prompt,
made he would be dispossessed anC
turned into the streets The verv
, thought seemed to drive him almost t
distraction.
Emily Washburn stood by the win
dow, gazing, abstractedly, but almos
distracted, into the street below. He
{ eyes were suffused with tears, and he
heaving bosom denoted the terribl,
struggle thet was raging within, ant
which she was endeavoring with al
most superhuman exertions to suppress
! 1t was not the discharge of her brothe
from the house of Lord & Co., or an
fear for the future welfare, or that O
! her children, that affected herewith
woman's true heroism she had alread,
determined to work for them-but tn
condition of her brother, his emaciateC
frame, and the knowledge that hi
heroic struggles for her and her littl,
family had caused it all.
The wheels of an approaching car
riage were heard. AS it neared tn
house the horses heads were turned il
? toward the curb, and it stopped il
) front of John Furlong's house.
. John! Johnr' cried Emily, "a car
riage has stopped in front of our door.
? perhaps Mr.. Lord has relented an,
) sent for me" said John, faint ray O
s hope Illuminating his pale face.
t "There is a lady descending fror
: itp' exclaimed Emily.
"a LADY," echoed John, in tone G
? disappointment.
, "She is approaching the door, an