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TEMPERAMENTS.
BY SUSAX COOL1DOE.
Jacob Boebme, Sago and Mystic, wort thou right or wort thou wrong.
In believing and upholding that all human souls belong
To some elemental structure, be they weak or be they strong?
That each separate spirit made is of one element, and shows
By its power or by its weakness, its unrest or its repose,
Whether earth, air, fire or water is the Sourco from which it flows.
’Tis a difficult conclusion; but, as in the jewel’s blue,
lied and rose and green and amber flash and leap and sparkle through,
Through ycur speculative fancy seems to scintillate the true.
Tor the variance of the creature whom wo call our fellow-man,
Framed alike in needs and passions, on the self-same human plan,
Grows more wide, more past-believing, as we study it and scan.
Ah, the temperaments, the fateful, how they front us and surprise,
Looking with bewildering distance out of wistful, alien eyes,
Never drawing any nearer, either to hate or sympathize.
Eager, dominant, all unresting are the spirits born of Fire,
Burning with a fltful fever, ever reaching high and higher,
Shriveling weaker wills before them in tho heat of their dosire.
Cool, elusive, fluctuating, hard to fix and strangely bo’rn fair
Are the difficult, grievous, grieving souls which of Water aro,
Ours to-day, not ours to-morrow; never ours to hold and wear.
Vainly love and passion battle ’gainst their unresisting chill,
Like tlie oar-stroke in the water which the drops make haste to All,
Tho impression melts and wavers, the cool surface fronts us still.
But the souls of Air! ah, sweetest, rarest of the human kind,
They the poets are, the singers, making music for tho mind,
Lifting up the weight of living like a fresh and rushing wind.
Aud the souls of Earth, dear, steadfast, Arm of root aud sure of stay,
Not disdaining commonplaces; not afraid of every day,
Taking from the air and water and the sunshine what they may.
Theirs the dower of happy giving, theirs the heritage of Fate
Which, when faith has grown to fulness, and the little is made groat,
Brings to iove its true rewarding, harvested or soon or late.
Jacob Boehme, by-gone mystic, gifted with a strange insight,
As I read your yellowed pages which in former times were white,
Aud review my men and women, half I deem that you were right.
—Now York Independent.
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Squareness of Jim Grigsby.
IIP! i gZi
iglp natured. He had
been schooled in 1
a rough academy,
. but it had not
soured the sweet
gggpy&f ness of his nature,
He was as rough
as a burr, but he
had the heart of a boy.
He came to Cleveland to be near
the concern that was making the pat
terns for an improvement in mining
machinery of his own designing. He
secured an office room in one of the
bi«- skyscrapers and passed much time
over his drawings. possession of his
The day he took
office be stopped at the news and
cio-ar stand in the lobby aud bought
a paper said the
“Good mornin’, sir,” behind
weazen-faced boy who stood
the counter He was a lame boy,
Jim Grigsby noticed. “If you’ve got
anv typewritin’ or shorthand to do go
to‘Miss Merriam, ninth floor.”
“Friend of yours?” inquired Jim
Grigsby everybody's,” replied
“Friend of
the tae bo;. said Jim
“Good indorsement,”
Grigsby. later , he had , ,
A few days typewrite, some Ordinarily spec
ificatious to and had
he would have gone to a man
the work done. He wasn’t used to
women, but he went down to Miss
Merriam’s office with his manuscript.
She was a neat little woman with
remarkably fine gray eyes. She
wasn’t particularly young, thirty _ at
least, Jim concluded, and she was
strictly businesslike. She looked the
work over, told him when it would be
done, and as he turned to go she
named the price. asked Jim he
“In advance?” as
fumbled in a pocket. advance,” she
“Oh, no, not in
said, “but I find it better to have a
clear understanding of the price before
the work is begun.” The price she
named seemed extremely reasonable
and Jim Grigsby went away well
pleased with her manlike directness.
Perhaps it wasn’t strange that he
had more work for her in a couple of
days. Iu fact, scarcely a day passed
thereafter that he didn’t find occasion
to make use of her nimble fingers.
She was a remarkable type of woman¬
kind, he assured himself. He knew
very little about women, and had no
wish to know more—until he
Jane Merriam. And yet their
quaintance remained a purely
one. Jim Grigsby, bold as brass
the presence cf his own sex. a natural
leader of men, was timid and shy
his dealings with this neat fairy
the clear gray eyes and the
•white fingers. He softened his
when he spoke to her, he took
‘To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the daj thou cans’t not then he false to any man.”
LINCOLNTON, GA . THI RSDAY AUGUST 2, 1000.
to the bottom. We have sifli for men
and are doing all that is possible
Keep up your courage.”
“All right,” cried Jim, wi h a steady
voice. He turned to the gyl> said. in the
darkness, “You heard?” ife
' “Yes,” she answered quitly.
Jim whistled softly. Hire was a
woman in ten thousand.
I f How’s the boy?”
“He’s breathing easily” As she
spoke a gleam of light struck the wall
at the car front. It was the incan¬
descent bulb. Jim carefully drew ii
through the wire meshes. “All right,”
he called. He took the light across
the car and hung it above the lad’s
head. Then he went down on his
knees and pushed aside the matted
hair.
“A nasty cut,” he said, and deftly
bandaged it with strips of his hand¬
kerchief. Then he took off his coal
and laid it over him.
“You seem to know just what to
do,” said Jane Merriam.
« f We learn a good many useful
things on the plains,” said Jim.
“Hello, below there!” drigsby.” came the
muffled voice. Mr.
“Yes,” cried Jim. “What is it?”
“Don’t get discouraged}. We are
doing our best to make you safe. It
may take some time. Pe rhrn s it would
be Somebody better to will keep be as quL } ;uard. possible. If
her<«
you “I want understand,” anything sa*| calnj \ “When
you are ready to lady’a^S takeffl if, have a
carriage for the .mbulance
ssrj&awsaawist-araits' One afternoon he had detained her j
longer than the usual hour of quit- j
ting, and when the work was finished ;
he dashed up stairs with it, looked his i
door quickly and caught one of the
elevators going down. He meant to ;
ride down with her, perhaps walk
with her to tho door. Sure enough
she stepped on board at her floor. It j
was a little late, and they were the j
only passengers on the car
Jim looked arouml at his fellow I
traveler mined air. with He a meant cautious to speak yet to deter-| her.
He would mention the weather, aud •
that might lead to something else.
She opened her lips, and then——
And then there was a jerk, a grmd
ing crash, a shriek from the boy,
something fell heavily on the roof ot
the car, the lights went out, they
were falling, falling-then with a hor
rid jerk they stopped! The air was
full of dust. They were in almost
total darkness.
As the car floor seemed to slip from
under them the woman felt a strong
arm with P a83 natural 4 uic ^G desire about to her grasp waist, some-j and j
a
thieg helpful oh. ought end heldlot
to the man’s farm shoulder. When
the car stopped he slowly withdrew
his arm.
“Are you all right?” he gently
asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “What has
hajipened?” fallen and stuck
“We seem to have
between floors,” he answered. “Sit
down on the seat and don’t worry.
They’ll soon get us out.”
It was a short winter day, and al¬
ready dark outside. It was still darker
in the car.
f . Where is the hoy?” she asked.
“I’m trying to locate him,” he an¬
swered. “I’m afraid he’s hurt. Here
he is.”
“Hero,” she quickly said, “place
him on the seat and let me hold his
head on my lap.” laid the
A moment later Jim softly
unconscious lad beside her.
“He seems to be bleeding from a
cut on his head,” said Jim. “Doyou
mind that?”
“Oh, no,” she answered quickly.
“Poor boy.” cried Jim.
“We must have a light,”
“Why doesn’t somebody come?”
“Hullo, hullo, there.” came a muf¬
fled voice from above.
“Yes,” shouted Jim.
“Who is there?”
“Miss Merriam, Mr. Grigsby and
the boy. The boy is hurt. Send down
a light. I think you can get an incan¬
descent through the opening. Hurry!”
“Yes, yes. But, say, don’t move
around. The cable has broken and
fallen on the car roof, The car has
caught in the safety clutches on one
side only. A slight jar would send il
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and stretcher for the boy.”
“For Miss Merriam,” shrilled a
boy’s voice. Something attached tc
a string bobbed in front of the cage.
Jim drew it in. It was a little bunch
of flowers. He handed it to the girl.
“That was Joe’s voice,” she said.
Joe, as Jim remembered, w-as the lam«
boy.
Then Jim lowered his six feet of
stature to the floor beside the girl and
sat at her feet.
“We might as well make ourselves
comfortable,” he said. “I fancy we
arc in for quite a siege of it.”
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A dull clang! claug! from a distant
gong reached them in the iilence.
$ “Must be calling out tie fire de
V said Jim Grigsjy. “We
partment,” evidently creating quite sensa
are a
tion.” i
“I don’t like that,” said the girl.
“It will all be an old stojy in a day
or two,” ha laughed. laugh?” die asked,
“How eau you
“Why not?” he asked, “It’s all I
can do. If there was anything else I
wouldn’t be lounging her4 I wish 1
could make you more c imfortable.
I’m afraid I seem to you a little hard
ened and thoughtless, bu it’s all the
fault of my early experierhes. I’ve
gone through something 1 ke this be
fore. I was once locked ub in a mine
for having six hungry talk?” days. Dj> you mind
me
“I’m glad to hear you” she said,
simply.
Before lie could speak again the
elevator swayed a little, settled
slightly, caught again, there was a
hoarse shout from both above and
below, and than all was still again.
At the first movement she had caught
at his hand with her trembling
fingers. He took them in his firm
clasp, and did not let them go.
“You are cold,” he quietly said and
fell to chafing her hands softly. Then
as if there had been no interruption
ho went on to tell her the story of the
miue and from that lie went on to
other adventures, and finally drifting
back told her of his early life, of the
mother he had lost when a boy, of his
struggle for bread in the rugged
Western country. Then he told bow
step by step he had climbed upward
to independence. He talked of him
self freely, of his hopes, his ambi
tions, of his long deferred plans for
happiness. Then he suddenly stopped
'short.
“Hold on,” he said brusquely, “I’m
tiring you. And, see here, you musn’t
let yourself get cramped.”
“Thank you, “I’m quite comfort
able,” she replied. “How long have
we bceu here’”
He held his watch to the dim light,
“By George!” he cried, “it’s three
hours and teammates! What a talker
T am!”
“I don’t know what I should hav*
done if it hadn’t been for you,” she
Said.
“Hullo, below there!” came the
muffled voice from above.
3l Hullo,” answered Jim.
“We have rigged a temporary cabli
and some grappling lines and are
going to let you down, Don’t be
alarmed.”
“Go ahead,” said Jim.
There was a creakinu of blocks anc
many hoarse orders, and somebody
was lowered to the roof of the ear.
The car rose a little and then began
its slow descent.
“Tete-a-tete is over,” said Jim.
The gate was pushed back and Jim
stepped out. There were policemen
and firemen and ambulance men, and
back of them many people waiting in
the lobby, and a muffled cheer arose
as they stepped out. ambulance,”
“Clear the way to the
said Jim sharply to the police ser¬
geant aud the stretcher men and the
sergeant fell in behind him as he
stalked to the street. He was a sorry
looking fellow, hatless, coatless and
blood-staiued, but as he gently laid
the lad on the mattress and stepped
aside the great crowd that had bean
patiently waiting in the street for the
rescue gave him a rousing cheer. He
hurried back into the lobby, but Jane
had been spirited away. that Lame
It was just a w eek later
Joe beckoned to the elevator starter.
“Hear about Miss Merriam?” he
confidently asked.
“No,” said the starter, “Moving
out, ain’t she?”
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“Yep,” said Joe. “Goin’ to marry
that Mr. Grigsby. Goin’ to live out
West, too. He’s got mines out there
to burn. Says he’ll look around and
see if there ain’t some kind of chance
f or m6j too.”
“That’s good,” said the starter
w jth a laugh. “Guess that match
must have been made in the eleva
tor.”
“No,” said Joe. “That ain’t so.
j thought it was, but it ain’t, You
know she an’ me is pretty good friends,
an’I says, ‘Guess Mr. Grigsby must
have axed you to marry him in the
elevator?’ She laughed, ‘No,’ she
says, ‘he didn’t.’ ‘But he loved you
then?’ T. says. An’ she nodded.
‘Then,’ I says, ‘why didn’t he?’ She
bi us hed a little. ‘Because, Mr.
Grigsby says it wouldn’t have been,
f a ; r —it would have been taking ad
vantage of me,’ she said, an’ blushed
again. That Grigsby’s a square man,
Jack?”
“Guess he is,” said the starter.—
Cleveland Plain Dealer,
Our National Fire Loss.
The value ot the property , lost by
&re last year > many of them wlllfully
^t and nearly all of them preveut
»I>le, was §153,597,830.
This is the heaviest fire loss ever
recorded m the United States m one
year. And the year 1899 was one of
prosperity, when tho usual motive for
incendiarism was below the average.
To appreciate what this huge total
of property burned in one year means
it may be said that it was more than
double the total annual expenditures
of the United States Navy, including
the cost of the new warships. The
total value of last year’s wheat crop
was §319,545,259. Fire destroyed
property equivalent in vatue to half of
that great crop. Every two years we
are burning up property equal in value
to one year’s whole cotton crop.
It is a mistake to suppose that this
m ade aggffifjgs tj^tbe c.dhntry
individuals', unttlieioss
the nation is absolute.
There are many smaller problems
in national economy than the reduc¬
tion of this appalling annual fire loss.
—New York World.
Chicago Claims tlie Pie Chainjiionslilp.
The pride of New York City is
swelling just at present because she
makes and eats as many as 120,000
pies some days. In New York City
the customary quantity of pie served
is a one-fifth cut.
Estimates made by bakeries 'and
others who serve pies in Chicago
place the number made here daily at
nearly one hundred aud fifty thou¬
sand, and the number consumed at
about one hundred and thirty thou¬
sand. Chicago thus leads New York
City by about thirty thousand. The
Chicagoan wants a quarter slice.—
Chicago Inter-Ocean.
Mistaken Justice.
A plains tribe of Indians once stole
twenty ponies from an old chief noted
for fairness. Taking a party of war¬
riors, the old chief started out after
his ponies. He kept talking about
“justice,” yet when he reached the
country of the thieving Indians, he
took eighty ponies in addition to the
tweuty stolen from his tribe. White
people do the same thing; when they
go after justice they take too much.—«
Atchison Globe.
The World’s Ivory.
Eighty thousand -elephants are re¬
quired annually to supply the world
with ivory. Most of them come from
South Africa.
On a Sleeper la Siberia.
Iu fact, travelers shorn! not be exact¬
ing even when they patronize the ex¬
press. it is not kept clean after the
fashion we expect on our own limited
trains or even the ordinary ones o.'
sleeping cars, and that is the worst feu
ture about it. The Russian porter it
not particularly deft, and I have no!
yet got over being entertained at tht
spectacle of a great bearded peasaffl
In top boots making my bed. The din¬
ing car is by no means orderly in its
arrangement, its meals or tlie persons
In it, and yet it is a wholesome resort
for the hungry stranger, who finds s
real dinner and a real menu waiting ■
him. The toilet rooms are by no means
adequate in their arrangements, and
the space and water they provide, nor
Is there any separate room provided
for men and women. Other than these
imperfections the train is entitled to
high praise.—St. Paul Dispatch.