Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-15

err. offering at the same time beautifu
The Offering was accepted. The white
clad one carefully bit of one of the ends.
inserted it gently but firmly between two
massive lips. sought and obtained
match. and, after half a dozen prelimin-
AIRY puffs, started to speak, then changed
his mind and lapsed into a deadly, APP
palling silence.
We'll then. what particular feature ap-
peals least?" insisted the Searcher.
What featchus?' inquired the non
chalant one. and, after being enlightened.
he spoke as follows:
Its JUS dis-a-way. | knows dis ain
de hes job in de world, but il cernaliy
ain de worst. If could git one what
paid me mob and didn' make We wohk 50
hahd of cose, I'd go an git it-but am
seen none. ! wuhks union hours, an l
gifts adolah an hat day. ] kin worry
along on dat. Besides, Use a guhvemcnt
employe-an' deres some class 10 dat.
No. | amt stuck OF dis job. but II beats
handlin' a pick an shovel ! ain a-klck-
In none. OATS all.
From Louisiana avenue the Searcher
sauntered to the Peace Monument, where
he boarded Il Georgetown car and rode
until, in the neighborhood of Washington
Circle, he noticed member of tho
White Wings who was strictly on the
job and was paying absolutely no atten-
ton to anything but his work. This
looked promising-so promising that, in
his hurry To interview this emulator or
the busy bee. the Searcher risked life and
limb by leaving the car while the latter
was in motion.
Can you stop work long enough In
answer few questions" queried the
curious one.
The reply was stony silence.
Such devotion to duty should he better
rewarded" inwardy unused the ques-
toner, and then tried new tack.
You seem to he terribly wrapped up in
i,,E' IND,
can only be the result of an all-powerfui
appeal. Tell me why You like your work.
Explain the evident fascination"
Still the stony silence only more so.
The one who was supposed To be inter-
viewed had not even favored his ques-
toner with so much as glance.
!. !.
The last encounter which befell the lot
of the Searcher After Light was with an
old man, one of the deans of the White
Wings. over whose hoary head many Win
tiers have passed and not few of those
winters have been spent in the street
cleaning service.
To him the Searcher applied for a final
opinion. Tell me- he begged. do you
like your work or do you think the duties
too arduous and the pay too small?
have talked with many and have heard
disgruntled and some are apparently in
different. What is your opinion Of the
job?'
We'll. sun spoke the aged one.
''Theahs whole lot to be said on bofe
sides. Tain no doubt about it, dat some
times de work is powful rough. Take dis
mawnin'. fob instance. Rainin an nasty.
an de leaves and dirt a stickin' 10 dc
streets for all dey was worth. Twa-n't no
pleasuh to go out an work dis mawnln.
Nah, sub, twa-n't no pleasuh den.
But den agin, take dis evenin'. when de
ole sun come out, an warmed everybody
up and made things sort of take To perkin
an seemin' pleasant-den 1t twant half
bad It's nice to he outdo's In de right
kin of wea hah. Them is the times when
l likes NAH job fine-fine.
But whethah / likes ii, or whethah
don't, it's all de same. De works got to
be DONE dat's sure an if / don't do my
part and earn my money somebody else
will Lots of desc here fellows is all the
time grumblin' an complainin', but say,
you ain seen none of 'em THROWN up
their jobs. has you? No, you amt. an
what's more you amt goin' to. Dey all
likes 'em well enough TO want to keep
EN-"
And rejecting OH this bit of homely wis
dom the Searcher After Light walked
slowly away.