St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-01-21
MINNEAPOLIS.
oBLIGING THERMOMETER.

Last Monday morning Mr.. Furkote
aroS from his Led and looked out upon
cold world, it having been left out in
the air the night before with no one to
tuck the sheets and blankets around it,
He heard The wheels of the milk wag-
Ons craking sharply over the frozonsnow.
and the sound, 50 ominouS TO many ears,
was sweetest music to him. Mr.. Furkote
was painting for cold weather. For days
he had followed the weather indications
and had noticed with a feeling akin
TO glee that there was no prospect of a
thaW. But lie was still unSatiSfied. The
wistful yearning of his soul was unap-
peaSed; for. mark you, Mr.. Furkote
would rest content only after the adj
vent OF wave that would freeze the
heart OF pawnbroSer, not TO speak of
spirit thermometers and other play
things OF the frost king.
Il do SO hope it is twenty below"
muttered Mr.. FurkO;e, as he hustled
into his red-tigure-Sale undertaking
ana Sprlng-clearanceS alc furS.
He ate his breakfast in feveriSh haste.
and stepped out of doors. He rushed
to the thermometer. 1t was a spirit
thermometer, with a reputation in the
neghborhood for truth and yeracity un-
riValled among thermometers. 1t reg
istered-only Is below zero.
That was a dampener to the spirits of
Mr.. Furkote, but he swallowed his cha
grin and went on down town. lie lived
al Fifteenth street and Hennepin. At
Tenth street he bethOught him 10 look
at the thermometer again-at another
thermometer, that is.
Well, l declare" said he with 4
ehuckle that put row of pasSementerle
in ice around the library building, IF it
hasn't gone down 10 10 below | don't
want 4 cent
He did not get one because it had gone
10 10 belOW-by that thermometer At
Seventh street Mr.. Furkote found all
other thermometer. His spirits sank
there. for the spirits in the tube stood
at the level of only degrees be-
low zero He crossed on Sew
enth street to Nicollet. At Sixth
street he found another tempera-
ture indicator; at least that is
what the man said it was when he sold
tie instrument. \ wave Of gladness
broke over Mr.. FurkOte'S dashboard.
HE spirit in that thermometer had gone
down 10 II below. Mr.. Furkote was
feeling decidedly encouraged. He was
almost laughing, in fact. But he re-
strained his mirth and continued his
ludVcn III search OF perpetual winter.
ReverSes overlook him before he
paSse:Fifth street. There a thermOm-
eter. that had SelfregiStering attach
ment, If YOU please, leered at him with
l2-belOw leer. Shutting his teeth, he
pressed on to Fourth street. There the
tide of battle between Mr.. Furkote's in
clinationS and the perverse thermom-
eter turned. The temperature had
gone back TO II below zero.
Now was Mr.. Furkote resolved to do
or die. He hurried, almost ran. No
thermometer stayed his progress until
he had gone as far as Washington
avenue. There were several of them in
that vicinity. He had the courage TO
look at but one. 1t was well that lie did
so. for by that thermometer he had won
the day. Twenty below was the uncom-
promising assurance of that strong
minded thermometer
The victory was won. With a wild
whoop of triumph. Mr.. Furkote rushed
Into his office, graSped a typewriter and
dictated letter to the manufacturers
OF all these thermometers, for all were
made by the same firm
"Gentlemen,' it read, 81 desire to
add my unqualified Endorsement to all
that you may have received commend
ing your unparalleled brand of Their
mometerS- 1t is the most wonderful
stlmulant to perseverance that have
ever met with in the course of my long
experience with thermometers"