Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-07-20

beaten saw-mill some grim monster
that was destined to destroy those in
terminable forests and eat out the beau
ty of the land.
80 I'm ter be out'n jobl" he said,
commencing gloomily with himself
"Wonder where the moneys ter KEN
frum ter pay off that mawgigeP l war a
fool to let ole Tanner hev u mawgige on
that team, but when n mans childern's
cryin' fur bread, what's he ter dop"
The tobacco .'crap," on the proceeds
of which the Langstaffs were depend
ent for even the necessities OF life,
had failed, and he had been compelled
TO mortgage the team with which he
had "tended" 1t. Work was difficult to
obtain. A week before he had secured,
us he thought, winters job in the
Eam-mill that had the contract OF cut
ting the timber from the Tanners
mountain land. But, alas, for his hopes!
This Saturday afternoon the proprietor
of the mill had informed him that he
would be compelled to give the place to
friend who would be there ready for
work on Monday.
"Six dollars ter pay off the mawgige
with an buy the winters grub fur n
family. A po' man amt got no show
in this country, no way ye ken fix it!''
When the last plank had been ripped
off and he had received his money he
turned gloomily away, scarcely trusting
himself to say good night" to his
fcllow-workmen.
The sun, sinking to rest in bed of
flame and clouds, cast n heavenly
radiance over the surrounding hills.
Rude and unlettered as he was Lang
staff was not insensiblc to the beauties
OF nature, and he paused an instant TO
gaze upon the enchanting scene.
Then he tore himself away, with u
harsh laugh.
whats the use o. wastin' timo that
air way? 1t takes somethin' more fill
liner than sunsets ter satisfy mount
ing appetite. They're well 'nufl, mebbe,
when mans got plenty o. money in
his pocket, but | never heered that en-
nybody ever made pot bile by lookin'
ut EN-"
He jingled the coins in his
hand and tried to whistle MS he walked
on down to where his humble cabin
nestled near the base OF the mountain.
'Waal, mother, thar's the winters
grubm he exclaimed, with affected
cheerfulness, as he slapped the money
on the table.
Mrs. Langstaff looked up in evident
alarm.
"Why, what's the matter, Tomp They
amt discharged ye, hev theyP"
That's jest what they hev!" he grit
ted savagely. "Anf it's ole man Tan
ners' work, do bleeve. I'm a-thinkin'
he was afeared az how he moutn't git
that thar team ef he didn't shet off the
money. He knows ez it's powerful
good team an he air boun' ter hev it.
"But you only owe him twenty dol
lars, Tom! He shorely couldn't take
the team fur that!"
''He could an he will ef don't gin
him the money. It's due Monday, an
thar amt emmy man roun' hyar ez would
holp me ter that much"
He caught up one OF the children ant
began romping wildly with it while his
wife prepared the meal. She disliket
to see him in that mood. He was NOR,
intractable then than at any other time
Supper was eaten in silence, and aftei
another romp with the children he re
tired. He passed sleepless night, ant
the spirit of unrest drove him out int
the mountains before II was fairly light
"Ef ! could only holp him som'
wayW sighed Mrs. Langstaif, as sh'
watched him out Of sight, for she hat
also risen early. "Ef could on'y holl
him! But II pears ez ef woman ain
no good way o. maxim emmy thing.
mout airn little by weavin' cyarpets
ef thar war emmy way o. sellin' 'em; bu
they jest amt" -