“Have you any work?” he asked.

“We have room for a journeyman, and are in want of one.  Can you do the best work?”

“I can.”

“Did you serve your time in the city?”

“No.  I am from the East.”

“Very well.  Here is a job all ready.  You can go to work at once.”

The young man did not hesitate.  He took the bundle of work that was given him, and was shown into the back shop.  He wrote home immediately that he had obtained employment, which he hoped would be permanent, and that he would be in Madison, Saturday about midnight, and leave again on Sunday evening.  He did not say, however, what kind of employment he had procured.  That was a secret he meant, if possible, to conceal.  When he met his wife, he evaded her direct questions as to the kind of employment he was engaged in, somewhat to her surprise.

For a month, Fletcher went and returned from Cincinnati, weekly, bringing home about eight dollars each week, after paying all his expenses.  By that time, his wife insisted so strongly upon going to Cincinnati with him, and taking boarding, that he could make no reasonable objection to the step.  And so they removed, Fletcher feeling many serious misgivings at heart, lest his wife should make a discovery of the truth that she had married only a tailor!

“Where did you say the store was at which you are employed?” she asked, a day or two after they were comfortably settled at a very pleasant boarding-house in Cincinnati.

“On Main street,” replied Fletcher, a little coldly.

“What is the name of the firm?  I forget.”

“Carter & Cassard.”

Fletcher could not lie outright to his wife, so he told her the truth, but with great reluctance.

No more was said then on the subject.  About a week afterward, Mrs. Fletcher said to her husband, “I was along Main street to-day, and looked at the signs over every dry-goods store that I passed, but I did not see that of Carter & Cassard.”

In spite of all he could do, the blood rushed to the face of the young man, and his eyes fell under the steady look directed toward him by his wife.

“The store is there, nevertheless,” said he.  His manner and the tone in which he spoke excited in the mind of his wife a feeling of surprise.

For the next four days, there was a strong conflict in Fletcher’s mind between false pride and duty.  It grieves me to say that, in the end, the former conquered.  On Saturday night, he came home with a troubled look, and told his wife that he had lost his situation, which he said had only been a temporary one.  In this he certainly went beyond the truth, for he had given it up voluntarily.

The poor young creature’s heart sank in her.  They had only been in Cincinnati about two weeks; were among entire strangers, and all means of subsistence were again taken from them.  It is no wonder that she wept bitterly upon receiving this sudden and distressing intelligence.  To see his wife in tears filled the heart of Fletcher with the severest pangs.  He more than half repented of what he had done.  But the thought of confessing that he was only a tailor made him firm in his resolution to meet any consequence rather than that.