St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-05-22


creature whworks for you by tile day
His time. which is your money, hangs
as lightly on his hands as c0bweb OIL a
rose bush. He believes the dignity OF
labor consists in not working too hard,
as firmly as he believes that rational
exercise is conducive to long life and
happiness.
If you approach him he will show you
that he keenly appreciates good COM
pany, by stopping work, leaning on his
spade and pouring out river OF miscel-
laneous information.
His smile is like a sunbeam, as he
goes about the place stretching himself
and the job. None of your flowers wear
SO sweet smile as he, when he gives
YOU advice relative to changing the lay
of the grounds. and setting out few
hollyhOcks and sunflowers. He always
has to go home for spade or hoe at
about 10 in the morning, and seldom re-
turns with it inside of an hour, for on
the way he meets man from whom he
gathers valuable information as to the
best kind of deciduous trees to plant on
the lawn and the nearest place to find
them. By the time the meridian whistle
starts his tools are on the ground, and by
the time it ceases he is sitting Sereneiy
under fragrant balsam. eating sand
witch half foot thick, around which
his smile plays like a nimOus. Then he
lights his pipe. and remains in this pc.
sition until it seems part of him that
ne cannot throw off. That is probably
why it takes him so long to rise when
the Minister tells the hour of l. The
feat of rising is attended with such great
difficulty that you fancy he purposely
avoids haste as a precautionary measure
to prevent himself from breaking.
When he has regained his feet, it takes
him an hour to find his usual suppleneSs
Of action.
But there is always a merry twinkle
in his eye and a song on his lips. BE
works slowly because he believes that
if thing were well done it should be
done slowly and not quickly. But when
the clock strikes he is all speed and
alacrity, and even if his home be several
miles distant, he is there in less time
than it would require him to prune one
of your plum trees.
PENSEROSO.
Sad is he who works for you by con-
tract, or, as he says himself, Jumps the
job. For instead of nursing and stretch
ing the job until it shall yield sufficient
gold to build him a house. he does his
utmost to finish it as swiftly as possible.
He is sad, because he cannot enjoy his
work as does the day iaborer; and he
cannot enjoy his work. because natur-
ally he must do it with the greatest pos
sible speed, He rakeS so fast that he
pulls teeth out of the implement, and
occasionally drives the handle through
a window behind him. If you speak,
he will not notice you. He cannot work
and play at the same time, and his face
wears a grim, melancholy expression
that would be an ornament to
a hearSe driver. He runs the
lawn mower, If it be not his own,
over stones and broken bottles without
looking or caring where he is going.
He never smiles, but wears a morOSe
look. like that of an organ grinder
when you rudely request him TO move
on. just as he has reached that part OF
Rigoietto where he begins to unfuri the
chain preparatory to despatching the
monkey with the tin porringer. NV hen
twilight lets her mantle down and pins
it with a star" the contract labOrer is
generally at the kitchen door with out
stretched palm, like an Eastern mendi-
cant. His work is done and he wants
his shekels of silver. He departs with
them with a sad, melancholy air. be-
cause he knows he has been only half
paid for an ordinary days work. while
the person employing him knows he
has been amply rewarded, for his work
is never more than half done.