Christian herald and signs of our times . reets, took a horse-car to her home. She satdown immediately and began her work. Shetoiled early and late. Not as she had been usedto work, laying it aside when she was tired foran hours reading or a stroll in the evening, butcontinuously till her eyes ached and her handseemed paralyzed. Was she not working forher bread ? It was so fortunate, as she said,that she was able to get work for herself andWillie just as theyneeded it. By dint of per-sistent labor the dozen shirts were finished in aweek, and she tied them up carefully and wentwith a little tou
Christian herald and signs of our times . reets, took a horse-car to her home. She satdown immediately and began her work. Shetoiled early and late. Not as she had been usedto work, laying it aside when she was tired foran hours reading or a stroll in the evening, butcontinuously till her eyes ached and her handseemed paralyzed. Was she not working forher bread ? It was so fortunate, as she said,that she was able to get work for herself andWillie just as theyneeded it. By dint of per-sistent labor the dozen shirts were finished in aweek, and she tied them up carefully and wentwith a little touch of pride in her face to receivethe first money she had ever earned. She saw the same clerk she had seen before,and he remembered her. He looked carefullyat the work, nodded his head approvingly, andhanded her an order on the cashier for themoney. What is this? Ada asked. Twenty-onecents ? What is it for ? That is for making the shirts. It is ourregular price. What, for a dozen t said Ada, her voicebreaking with tearful Ada Grevilles Despairing Prayer. Oh, yes ; that is all we can afford. Wemake a leading line of these things. You ask Mr. , who introduced you. He will tell you we could not sell them to him at the price if wepaid more than a cent and three quarters formaking. That is how we got his trade. Thepeople he used to buy from pay two cents, butwe beat them, and we have made a customer ofhim. Ada Greville made no reply. Her tearsdrowned her voice. She got her deposit backand the twenty-one cents for her weeks hardwork, and went sorrowfully home. So themystery that puzzled the deacon was not amystery to her. She knew how it was he couldbuy the shirts so cheap. Some other occupationmust be found, for she and little Willie couldnot live on that. She tried many, but with nobetter success. The rate of remuneration wasnot fixed in any occupation by the work done,nor by the need of the person doing it, but bythe competition for the work. We used topay ten dol
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