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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
THE ERA OF SKILLED LABOR,
Men Who Know How Are Always in
Demand.

Demand.
From the Age Of Steel.
Skilled labor is in greater demand than
ever In some trades it is at a premium
and there is a confessed paucity Of the
best material There are various reasons
both for the scarcity and the demand In
new and constantly multiplying mechani-
cal appliances, we have conditions that in
sist on special abilities. Some of these In
volve not only a dizziness and dexterity
of hand, but a mental grasp of all that is
related or contributory to the end in view
In others it is simply a special and trained
aptitude for but one link in a series to
complete the chain.
In the process of production each man
has his place, and to be efficient each
human cog in the wheel must keep time
with the rest. 1t is evident that in so
perfectly arranged a system the directive
skill Of the machine must be of a high
order to be run successfully. The superin-
tendence Of a large plant under these con-
citions involves heavy responsibilities and
requires much more than a mere technical
knowledge of the trade. Here the fore
man has to be more than a mechanic.
The SANE principle has been recognized
in all the professions. In literature, law,
medicine, science, &c, educat ton on one
point presupposes knowledge or a study
of all other matters related to a special
pursuit. In the focus of these we have
the capable lawyer, physician or scientist
The industrial world has to revolve on the
same axis, and the successful manager of
a modern plant has to understand not only
what machine can do and ought to do,
but the nature of the material he uses,
what its technicalities signify and the
bearing of other related products on the
value of the one he handles. All this is In
line with the progress of education.
Aside from this, it is also a fact that
competition demands increasing produc-
tive powers a a declining rate of time and
cost The best machine and the best man
are coordinate in modern conditions of
manufacture. AS labor is being rapidly
released from many of Its old forms Of
hand work, even to the excavating of
sewers and the digging of coal, the demand
for skilled labor as apart from mere physi-
cal force will increase. To keep pace with
these new conditions We are establishing
our manual and technical schools and rub
bing up some of the forgotten duties and
claims of the apprenticeship system They
all converge on one point-the era of skill
ed labor
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
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while Muncaster came out of his bewilder-
ment.
No one saw poor old Brandt peering from
behind his screen all this time. No one
heard his final retreat to his little den,
where with tears coursing among the wrin-
fles on his beaming face he reveied IN
secret Joy, with many Cot sci geiont ty,
thought obtruded itself that Muncaster
might summon him for some purpose, and
lis Vaccinations be thus brought to light;
whereupon Brandt seized his hat and us
appeared for the remainder of the even
ing.
That was the beginning of life for Mum
caster. The great picture was finished,
and though in after years the artist almost
wished that it never had been painted, it
brought him recognition friends and pa
irons.
Then followed happy, fruitful years
abroad, and if any one in the world doubt
ed that Philip Muncaster was a genius
and a splendid fellow altogether, it was
not his mother-in-law.
There was one dangerous moment, of
which, however, Muncaster knew nothing.
1t was shortly after the scene just de-
scribed, when everything was going on as
smoothly as true lovers could wish, that
Mrs: Drayton, calling Unexpectedly at the
studio, met Brandt face to face. The lady
stopped short: her face hardened.
you here?" she exclaimed. Brandt
looked about him. Muncaster was not in
the studio at the moment.
Madam" said Brandt, simply, II am
the janitor here"
Mrs. Drayton's face blazed. She took
step nearer.
You were sent to me that day by-by-'
The name choked her. She could not
speak it,
Brandt drew himself up his hand on his
breast. The frock coat and the Iron Cross
were missing, but Brandt was majestic,
Notwithstanding that.
Madam" he said, with an earnestness
that carried conviction with it. Madam,
1 swear to you that Philip Muncaster
knows nothing of the letters and the pho
tograph; nothing of my visit to you! And
never shall,'
1t was impossible not to believe Brandt
Mrs. Draytons face relaxed "Goodr' she
said with dignity Let it be SOL
And so the drama goes on to the end
May 1t not prove sadder than the inevitable
ED of all mortal lives and loves!
(The end)
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21

"Anyor e been here?" asked Muncaster, as
Brandt presently emerged with both hands
full of brushes.
"A flock of geese!'' answered Brandt, his
fine Teutonic face showing an amiable con-
tempt. ''Und parrotsI Und canary birds"
he continued. "See!' pointing the toe of
one big carpet slipper at a bit of silk caught
in splinter of the floor. See! Dere is
enc of DER fedders Some old, some young,
some middlin'," he grumbled on, arranging
the brusEe2 neatly on the table. Some
ugly, some bretty, but all de same kind.
How lofely" How SWEET "A perfect
cheniLs! Den dey all goes away und buys
some more dresses und bonnets!
Muncaster smiled-it was difficult not to
smile when Brandt got on this tack
"All what l say" declared the old man,
with an emphatic slap of the last brush,
"dey's two kinds of womcns-fools and
devlsr'
Then Muncaster turned round and looked
at him.
ITO which class did your mother belong
Brandt" he quietly asked.
The old mans face changed. Dem kind
amt womens at ALL he said softly. Dem
is anchelsi"
Then he shuffled away. an imposing figure
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
WHY BERMUDEZ MISSED.
hemfnfscence of Famous OId-Time
Duel Mt New OrIeaus

Duel mt New Orleans.
From the New Orleans Times-D Democrat.
Did you witness Judge Bermudez's
duel!' 1 asked an old Louisianian who had
seen many meetings under the code. AL
though dead shot, Bermudez missed bis
man at five PAGES.
Yes. You know Lepouse was his adj
versary and, to the best of nv recollection
the cause that led to 1t was a trivial ONE
some foolish newspaper publications in re-
laton to the College d'Orleans. 1 believe
Lepouse, whom Gayarre has somewhat
travestied in his Fernando de Lemos, was
professor in that institution and a poet
OF great merit. He was as simple as a
Child, unacquainted with the ways of the
world and perfectly inoffensive, except
when goaded by contradiction on some
favorite hobby. Then, under the influence
OF harmless anger and perhaps wine, his
language would become caustic and biting
He lived in dreamland, even amid the CAV
cues of society. Fear was a stranger to
his nature. Duty was his only guide.
ell Tor some reason or other. Lepouse
concluded to call out Bermudez and know
ing that the judge was the most expert
marksman in the city with a pistol also
made up his mind to shorten the distance
70 hve PAGES. I can't hit barn door at
ten PAGES, ] know, but at five the case
Will be different, hope. II me tuera, mais
je lie touoheral, zen suis sur Hen kill
me, but I'll shoot him, sure). Things turn
ed out as he expected except as to the
Workmanship part.
When they reached the scene of combat.
ana as they were about being placed in po-
sition, Lepouse, yielding to the force of
habit drew out his snuff box. and, after
onering a pinch to the attendants, ad-
vanced in his usually suave, smiling and
winning way toward his antagonist, over
whose astonished countenance fitted a
bon, c'est du Macouba. CTake some; 1t is
good, pure Macouba) The judge bowed
and accepted the compliment There was
something simple, yet grand in that act.
1t was the alliance of valor with gallantry
They stood at five PAGES face to face,
and fired. Both missed, though their pis-
tolls were directed at one another The
seconds here interposed and a reconcilia-
ten was effected. When questioned upon
the subject Bermudez frankly admitted
that the sympathetic face of that kind and
anectionate recluse and scholar had haunt
ed him at the moment of firing and para
lyzed his nerves."
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
A BRAVE ACTION.
He Saved n Girls Life and Gaxe m
False Name.

ne saved n Girls Life and Gave m
False Name.
From the Hartford Courant.
Ihere was splendid example of quick
Wiz ana heroism on the Park river under the
Laurel Street bridge Sunday afternoon. The
chief performer successfully concealed his
IDENTITY for the time, but it has since been
learned
among the many skaters were several girls
and young ladies. The ice was perfectly
saie except In the center where it is still
thln, and on Sunday afternoon II had rotted
somewhat under the rays of the SUM- One
young lady, about sixteen wears old uaa
getting along famously for a novice when
she suddenly saw the danger spot tust ahead
OF her. Not being an expert she was nm
auie 70 change her course in time and in
announcer moment she was in the cold water.
AS quick as thought one of the young men
near by threw himself on his breast and
drew himself toward the hole where
me young lady had sunk once. He
shouted to another man, who caught him by
the heels while he reached out over the bend
ing Ice and seized the girl by the arms Her
cnin had struck the edge of the fee as she
was going down the second time. The yourp
man eXerted all his strength to raise her
Inc Ice bent under him and his face went
INTO the water, but he still held on speaking
M MoTns OF encouragement to the girl, who was
badly frightened.
Inc crowd could hardly keep from, rushing
toward him, though ii was apparent that an.
other ounce OF weight would put linn into
the water with her: but 1t seemed impossible
,nat ne could have strength enough TO raise
her without other leverage than that of his
almost Strengthened knees And when his
face went into the water there was nur-
muir OF despair from the observers, some of
Nhom hastened away for planks or rails.
She more supreme exertion, however, and
ne mad brought her on the ice and was slow
~ dragging her back from the broken ice.
Another moment and she was on her feet
ana hurrying away with a girl companion
"What is vonr 49, ~, , 80. he 81,
on every ones lips and which several framed
as the young man made his way toward
the bank alone
John Hogan" was his replv after ha
saw that an answer could not be avoided,
Sut ms manner was such that few believed
MIN: ne appeared to desire to consider the
tnatseF as nothing out of the ordinary and
TO shrink from commentator
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
Easily Fixed.

from the FrahclscO Argonaut.
A certain well-know "blood-and-thu
producer arranged with a cheap firm Of
Paris awful publishers to receive week
by week the blocks they had used for the
illustration of a thrilling seventeenth CEN
fury novel. By some sort of mistake one
Thursday an up-to-date semi-society block
was substituted. Said the luckless serial
creating creature whose duty was to write
up to the blocks as they came in: Really,
Mr.. -, how can l possibly work II in?
This is nineteenth century subject ana
my story is Louis Treize." With much in
dignation the publisher burst forth with
- Louey Trays-trays or teapots
neither! pays you good money and you do
your work. If you amt got the imagination
for it, why do you take my money? Have
the kindness to and over that there proof;
I'll do the hunderline myself" And the
"hunderline" appeared thuswise: They re-
tired into the wood and disguised themselves
In modern costume"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21

Mrs Drayton didgnos peak. But after a
moment Brandt rust his hand into
his breastpocF is time 1t was the
package OF hich~he held to-
ward her, " bow.
You viii re e also, perhans, Z
ne salo> IN "a voice.
Mrs letters and ex-
am1ned lorgnetts shak-
ing in ~stilr white as
DEAN, she 4ndt
How camo s.-.L sthinCs?" she de-
named harshly, ,ns before he could
tive in bringing them here! Nav ask
your price,"
1t was Brandt's turn now to blanch. His
eyes emitted lightnings. But his voice was
bre asst he said:
Madam, l may answer in the words of
honor."
Mrs. Drayton WINGED before those fam
Il see" she said. almost graciously, that
L was mistaken. Pardon metz
Brandt bowed stifly.
"Will you sit down." Then as he hest
tated. II beg you to do so; 1 want to ask
you to tell ME all you know of Heinrich
Gartner."
She was very gentle new. and Brandt
Mrs. DraytCn, after closing the doors seat
ed herself rear him.
This is the story" said Brandt: "In the
year lSof was at the - Hospital in this
city recovering from a wound received in
tattle. l sometimes helped in the care of
the other patients. One day there was
trouSht in a young countryman of mine,
VINO IVES dying with consumption, they
said. His name was Heinrich 6iartner He
told no one his history. !. and he was a
stranger in the city; but he was often de-
nfious, ard 1t was plain that he had suf-
Tered crueily-that he had been separated
from the woman he loved. and who loved
him. One name wGs always on his lips: it
roll"
Mrs Draytcn trembled yisiblt.
He was 4 noble young man." added
Brandt, after pause; 'pure and good as a
good woman" 50
Mrs. Drayton's face was turned away;
she was silent. but the hands that held the
letters shook violently in her lap. After a
While Bran DIT continued:
THE few things that belonged to him
were given into my care for he seemed to
have no friends 10 claim them. There was
not much; only a violin, which was sold to
pay for his burial, for l. too, was a poor
man-some clothing, and those letters. No
che claimed anything For years l tried to
trace the writer of those letters, but only
one OF them was signed, and that only
with the Christian name, as you know.
But it was not n common name and by
seeing 1t in the papers and by comparing
the photograph with yourself, madam-I
have seen You many times upon the street
and in other Places" went on Brandt
with some embarrassment Il thought l
had found clew at last. 1t was only a
chance, but l took it, and I am so happy
row to be able to give these letters into
the hands of the only one ir all the world,
probably, who would care to have them or
to know something of the last hours of
poor Gartner."
Mrs. Drayton's proud head was bent low
row over the letters lying in her lap; her
face was hidden by one hand; she seemed
to have utterly forgotten Brandt's pres
ence.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
The Doctor Was Busy,

From 1fd- Bits.
DR.. Liddell's morning levees were crowded
beyond description. 1t was his pride and
boast that he could feel his patients pulse,
look at his tongue. sound him with a stetho-
scope. write his prescription and pocket his
fee in a space Of time varying from two to
five minutes.
One day an army man was shown into the
consultation room, and underwent what
might be termed the instantaneous process.
When 1t was completed the patient shook
hands with the doctor and said:
II am especially glad to meet you, as I
have often heard my father Col Foster,
speak of his friend Liddell"
"What!' exclaimed the doctor, ARE you
Dick Fosters SOM"
Il am, SIR
MY dear fellow" exclaimed the doctor,
fling that prescription into the fire, will
you, please, and sit down and tell me what
is the matter with you?"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21

cerity, yet how meaningless, how valueless
they were! A mere matter of time-some
months, some years at the most That was
all. Who should know, If not she?
Yet-She stole glance at Beth. 1t was
only a month since she had been separated
from her lover, yet what a change! How
spirit-like her face, how thin her hands,
how sharp the lines of her figure! She re-
called Muncaster's picture, the figure of
that young creature wrapped in the re-
sstless embrace Of death. and her heart
trembled. She had three stalwart sons, she
had power, position and money, yet dearer
than all else was this one little daughter
who had come to crown her life-this
daughter whom she was hurting, to her
death, perhaps!
Absurd! People never died of love in
these days! Yet, and her heart contracted
fiercely. there sometimes died within them
that which left existence a different mat
knew.
But Beth was not one of that sort-she
was gentle, and reasonable, and yielding.
In her case there might be radical cure.
She was singularly sensitive and shrinking,
too; perhaps she might be reached on that
side So, after some reflection, Mrs. Dray-
ton spoke again.
Beth, do you know what people are
saying?"
Beth smiled family
Il suppose I can guess. And I do not
mind in the least" she answered.
You do not mind their saying that you
have had love affair-a secret love affair,
with a poor, unknown artist; and that you
are pining for man who not only led you
into a secret engagement, but received the
girl who loved and trusted him, alone in
his studio"
Now Beth rose to her feet, throwing out
her hands in a gesture full of force.
Don't mother" she cried hoarSely.
Don't attack him! 1 have told you over
and over again that it was not Philips
fault. That it was mine, or rather, yours,
mother, that l dared not tell you. AS for
what people are saying-of me" she
went on, with biting scorn, II care nothing;
but any one, any one, who says a word
against Phil. 1 hatei
And then poor little Beth, trembling in
every fiber with ind snation and with terror
at her own audacity, too, but with her head
held very high, marched out of the room,
and her mother sat long by the dying fire
in the dying light of day, a brooding sor-
row in her eyes, her face growing older and
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
PART SECOND.

Muncaster lived as he could. keeping his
head well up before people"-strange, but
there had never been SO many visitors from
Miss Drayton's set at the studio before!-
going off on long sketching trips, working
half the night at the pot-boilers that must
be kept up. hardly touching Brandt's chef
douvres of cookery, and, in short, suffer-
ing as only one of his temperament can
suffer.
After that memorable visit from Mrs.
Drayton he was less than ever inclined to
blame Beth for her treatment of him. He
could even condone her willingness to de-
ceive her mother, which had been the one
flaw in his priceless jewel. No wonder
Beth-SenSitive little creature-gave in be-
fore such embodied will, Tyranny be-
gets slaves and towards! That love, pro-
found, passionate mother-love, could be
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
A Striking Similarity.

From Life.
Jones is an awful chump. He reminds
me of the wise men of the Noachian era"
What, that idiot? Why, he doesn't know
enough to go in when ii rains"
"Well, neither did they"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-21
A Powerful Actress.
From the Town and Country Journal.

From Tie Town and Country Journal.
Playwright-"Is her acting natural?'
Manager enthusiastically - Natural!
Why, when she appeared as the dying
mother last night an insurance agent, who
has her life insured for e., 600 and who was
in the audience, actually fainted"
St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1895-01-19
THE SERVANT NO FOOL.
How a smooth Burglar Was Outwitted
rsrn I1nnaemaid.

Hog Smooth Burglar Was Outwittea
by n Ifousemaid.
The other day man Of gentlemanly
appearance called ut q house IN Q .' we'll
known suburb Of provincial town.
In answer to his knock the housemald
came to the door.
stIs Mr.. P in?" said the gentle-
man.
s.He's just gone out, sir.
rs Mrs. P at homer :.
..No. sir; she went out with master.
aDear me. how unfortunate! | want
ed particularly TO see one OF them. ean
leave o. note?"
.Oh. yes, sir. Come in, please, re-
n1ied the girl, ushering the visitor INTO
the dining room. But instead Of leav-
ing him alone she rang for another
servant. whom she desired to bring
writing materials.
The gentleman wrote his note, in
closed it in an envelope, addressed =
and left ii on the table.
This being done he departed with 2
rrofusion of thanks to the maid who
escorted him to the door.
On returning home Mr.. 2 - found
the note awaiting him. It ran thus:
our servant is no fool!
! This compliment was fully justified
BIZ paragraph in the next day paper
giving an account Of the plumber Of 2
neighboring mansion by similar ya'.
Z torn. II AdvertigcT.
St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1895-01-19

worth my while to stay here another
day to get the rest OF II and I'm any
louis to get back,
The governor shot the bolt and upen-
Ing the door iooAed In,
i'Ti1ne;'' he said:
Kent appeared TO be 50 engFossed in
his interview that He did not instantly
perceive the entrance 6f the officer,
but went On talking to Laport. Think
it over, . he said Your own personal
comfort If not your freedom may be in
volyed in It."
Then he and the governor left the
cell
The first thing that Kent did was to
tell the governor that he had succeeded
in unsealing Laport's lips md had AZ
ready got from him some intimations
of the political gang which had at
tempted to use him. He then narrated
a story of his own Invention which
was so ingenious1y fabricated TINT the
governor was deeply Interested and
himself proposed that Kent should
stay until he had got the whole of it
and this Kent at last consented to do,
merely remarking: ''I'd keep the fell
low in that cell till get it, If / were
you. The confinement gals him and
have no doubt he will sooneraor later
give away the whole matter in order
to get back to the Workshop Keep
him locked up twenty-four hours
longer
The next day there was another
interview. The moment Kent was
alone with the prisoner, he asked!
"Did you get the stone oit?"
Laport took from his breast where it
had been concealed under his wooden
shirt, a small folded packet. Kent
took it, fingered it a moment, and put
it in his hip pocket. The two men then
went to the dark corner of the cell ard
Laport, getting down on his knees,
showed him that he had loosened one
of the small hagstones in the flooring
Kent looked closely ut the work, saw
that no one could perceive the differ
ence in the seams unless he brought q
light to it and merely said: "Good. !"
Then the two men sat down on the
edge of the iron bed.
Kent had brought with him circular
steel cutting saw which fitted into the
case of his gold watch The brace and
other appliances he took from differ
ent parts of his person, and Laport,
with the instant diyination of q me-
chanician, fitted them together They
St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1895-01-19
no DE CONTINUED.
A RARYs soLlLoQuY.
pract,rai Thoughts of Two-Day-Oid BIZ
of Humanity.

Practical Thoughts of % Two-Day-Oid Bis
of Humanity.
am here. And If this is what they
eall the world don't think much OF IT,
It's Il very flanne11y world aud smells
of paregorie awfully. It's dreadfui
light world, too. and makes me bllnk,
tell you. And don't know what TO
do with my hands; think III dig my
aa4s in NV ears. No, won't. LII
scrabble Mt the corner OF my blanket
and chew it up. and then Ill holler;
whatever happens, I'll holler. And
the more paregoric they give me
the louder I'll yell. That old nurse
puts the spoon in the corner OF my
mouth in very uneasy way and keeps
tasting my milk herself all the while !,
She split snuff in it last night, and
when I hollered trottcd me. That
came of being a two-day-old baby.
There's q pin sticking in me now, and
II say word about it I'll be troeted
or fed, and would rather have catn1p
tea. I'll tell you who am. ] founa
out to day. / heard folks say: 'HushI
don't wake up Emcline's baby" and I
suppose that pretty white-faced woman
is Emcline.
No. was mistaken; for chap was
in here just now and wanted TO see
Bob's baby, and looked at me and said
/ was "a funny little toad, and looked
lust like Bob He smelt OF cigars.
wonder who else ! belong to. Yes,
there's another one-that's Gamma.
1T was Gammas baby. SO it was.
declare, do not know who belong
to. but I'll holler, md maybe I'll fnd
ont. There comes Snnffy with catnip
tea. I'm going to sleep. ! wonder
why nv hands won't go where ] want
them to.-Self Culture.