Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-14

cally slowly the window washer lifted
his mop against the ornate entrance of
a tiled lunchroom and hid an announce
ment that ham and cabbage could be
had for 10 cents. He was the weariest
window washer in Washington-and that
stands pretty nearly as a worlds record
He was clad In immaculate white save
for his shoes, which were large and yell
low. His face was also large and it was
black-not one of those halfway, gun
metal tones, but brilliant and glossy
black. He had the judicial tempera-
nent if ever a window washer had it.
You could see that he proposed washing
that 1unchroom window with the DELHI
Grafton and dignity which such for
mality requires. With his mop still hoist
ed heayenward he turned and gaZed crit
icalIy at teamster who was trying, in
effectually. to back through an automo-
bile
He KANT make dat curb said the
window washer to no one in particular.
TIE mop moved feebly up and down
and little rivulets crept down the glass.
The window washer slowly dipped the
mop into his bucket, tremendously
wrung out some of the water and care
fully resumed his work.
The Observer paused fascinated Here
was problem that a mathematician
might go miles to see. If the supply
Of teamsters kept up and the window
washer did not increase his speed. how
many years would it be before he cleaned
the window? Or would he gradually
starve to death and leave this world
with his lifework unfinished?
Picking out a fairly comfortable tree,
the Observer leaned against it and
watched the man, who was resting again.
Gee said the window washer, sadly,
but / sure could Sleep
He sazed tixedly at a rag man who
was passing by. While he was medi-
tating another assault upon the window
the Observer became conscious of an
other presence. He turned and saw
seedy man who had propped himself
against the next tree.
The seedy man nodded affably.
Anything happened?" he wanted to
know
The Observer shook his head
Nothing" he replied, except the nat
ural interest one has in trying to find
out whether this window washer will
outlast his job or his. job will outlast
him"
You don't seem to be doing much your
self said the seedy man, rubbing the
stubble on his face.
Well retorted the Observer, you
don't seem to have an overpowering am
bition to get anywhere, either
Right said the seedy man, compla-
Gently. You get me- ! amt done a lick
of work for two years.
Had the Observer had the energr he
could have put up record that would
have made the see6ly mans look sick.
But the day was TOO hot for argument.
Besides the window washer had begun
another foray-
"Reckon he gets much pay for that
job?" the seedy man inquired.
mo. boss, interrupted the window
washer, he don't. Anything else he kin
tell you?"
Not me- replied the seedy man.
easily.
The window washer looked at him sus-
picously-
Now don't you hurry on my account,
continued the seedy man. Il got all day
to watch you in
Two persons, standing still, will always
bring others to them. The audience of
the window washer was augmented. Two
newsboys paused in their idle ramble
down the street. Then came little wom-
an with the thinnest face and the sharp
est. longest nose. imaginable. Her eyes
were as bright as the eyes of a fox ter
Tier and her whole appearance radiated
the quivering hope that something would