The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, October 19, 1905, Page 11

a EE AAT A EE OSE IONE RRO AE _ suddenly remember that you can not oO ‘They were sitting in chairs hidden away among the palms and flowers on the roof of the houseboat Sunshine. A 4) — | By if » Cyril K. Twyford \fter a minute or two the pace had / Just as she was going to ask him if he could not turn back and find the others the car gave a sudden swerve and pulled up—inside the gates of Ranelagh. The chauffeur calmly got down and handed her out. Taking off his cap and mask he cooly remarked “I gave you due warning that Daven- try should not drive you down here to- day.” “Bob!” she exclaimed. Then, sud- denly remembering how indignant she acte as syrup, and the latter could be omy become somewhat slower, and the! made stil] more profitable by replacing His * LO SHI chauffeur seemed able to steer with its usual crude RI ) ease. : ed after am h insufficient ap- par: 3 pre than half the juice. and still the farmer realizes from 75 to $150 an acre, double the amount cotto To set syrup 2 brings. the pace for the Southern tker, the Department of Agri- has established an experimental ss, Ga.. where a syrup ket quality and uniform ade is being manufactured COFFEE DOES ought to be, she turned to him. “How Wiley favors the dark colored pode os the pine-clad hills dare you! This is nothing more nor syrup for the reason that it contains The hush of the bright July night less than a gross piece of impertinence. more caramel and flavor than the light was broken only by a rich beritone Never speak to me again. Mama will—_) varieties Artificial makes of syrup voice singing a Southern love song to Oh, it's disgraceful ! Drive me back at jure usually light and while perhaps a banjo accompaniment on one of the a he mo - } uot injurious, they lack the flavor and | A “Where to?” he asked. | tone of the real a | : : ew AY below there came Seen, oe pad ys J nab og “Where you left mama, of course.” Diversity is making gains in the Make the trial yourself—leave off every now and then the jarring sound |1 think he is afraid of it.” Then bow. “My dear girl, you don’t imagine | agricultural methods of the South as it Coffee 10 days and use of “No trumps.” “May I play?” “Hav-/| ing he hastened away. that your respected parent is still sit-|is in the North and West, and when idl aig ing none?” ‘i ie ry ° . e e ting in the middle of the road at|this improved system becomes an es- 8 Shepherd’s Bush waiting for a runaway | tablished fact in our Southern States irl h , ni » | ; sat “] gif Romina Pre ool pea ragr 7 ag Ry ee « MB ag Ho ow motor to come back and pick her up. a prosperity unknown since early days she will turn into a bridge marker.” | pleased with life. : Things were going “I don’t Ts the motor ever did ss take hold of the country. we : = run away,” she remarked. Experiments are being made in va- The man gave a short laugh. “Yes,| right. His supper party the night be “Of course it didn’t,” he observed. | rious parts of the South to utilize the it’s almost sacrilege to play bridge on a night like this, ‘In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs’ "— “Oh, Bob, don’t get poetical ; besides, I hate Kipling.” “T can't help being poetical, and I was quoting Shakespeare, not Kipling,” he remarked. “Ob, well, it does not matter, they are so much alike, But seriously, Bob, I don’t think mama has an idea in life beyond bridge and getting me married.” “H'm, I suppose not,” he answered, obviously thinking of something else. Silence followed and the man began to fidget. The girl turned to him. “Bob, dear, please spare me the trouble of saying I will be a sister to you.” “Why, what do you mean?” he asked. “Well, you see I know the symptoms. When you are going to propose you take your handkerchief out of your pocket, put it back with the utmost care, then find your cigarette case and decently ask permission to smoke while proposing.” “Oh, come, Madge, you're a bit hard on a fellow.” “Do you know,” she continued, “that if I had not stopped you this, would have been the seventeenth time that you have proposed to me?” “Why won't you marry me?” “Really, I don’t see why I should.” “But surely I’m as good as most other fellows?” “That's just it, You are exactly like other fellows.’ There is nothing to dis- tinguish any of you except your waist- coats,” “That's rather cruel,” he observed. “Because it’s true?” she said, “But what on earth do you want me to do?” he asked. “You say I ought to be different. Well, if it will please you I will put on a frock coat and silk hat to-morrow and punt you down to Henley in a canoe.” “Don’t be flippant,” the girl re- marked, half laughing, half annoyed. “Look here,” he said, “what do you really want me to do? I have dabbled in most things and”—— “Dabbled! That's it,” she cried. “You read for the bar; you stand for Parliament; the war breaks out, and you electrify every one by enlisting and going to the front—for six months. You write half a play—you—you—oh, you just dabble, Bob. There’s nothing determined or permanent about you.” Then, laughingly she continued, “No, I really don’t see why I should marry you, and, as mama says, Lord Daven- try is a much better match.” “What!” he exclaimed. “You don’t | seriously mean to tell me that you are | going to marry that young ass, Daven- try?” “I fail to see why I shouldn't,” she answered, concealing her amusement. “You are much alike” (here she nearly | laughed outright “and he has the ad- vantage of being a viscount and a future earl, while you are merely Mr. | Robert Langley.” “Yes; but you can not be in earnest about marrying him. You shall not marry him. I say you shan’t,” he ex- claimed, and getting up, began to pace the deck. “Be careful, Bob,” she answered. , “You are going just the right way to work to make me want to marry him.” “Look here,” he said, coming back | and standing in front of her, “at the risk of becoming tedious I have to re- | peat, Miss Heathmere, that you shall) never marry Daventry.” Looking up at him the girl suddenly Tealized that she loved him. It had needed just this touch of masterfulness on his part to bring the long-suspected fact clearly before her. “Lord Daventry has invited mama and me to tea at Ranelagh on Tuesday next, He is going to drive us down in his new car.” “Well, of course you will not go now,” he remarked. “Why not, pray?” she asked. “Because I don’t want you to, Madge; really I don’t.” ‘ “Just now when mama nobly an- nounced her intention of sacrificing a whole afternoon’s bridge to my inter- ests I said I would not go, but now gince you forbid it, Master Bob, I most decidedly shall.” “Please, Madge—as the first favor that I have ever asked—I beg of you not to go. Let me drive you and your mother down.” “Don’t be absurd. Of course L shall go with Lord Daventry,” she answered. “Very well=then I shall stop it.” “How, pray?” ; “That will be as I may think fit. But be certain of one thing, Miss Heath- mere, that you shall drive down to Ranelagh with me and not with Da- ventry, and you shall take tea with me and not with Davent ” e s tore at the Savoy Yad been successful, bis epigrams more brilliant than usual; moreover, his new pink silk dress waistcoast“had created quite a sensa- tion even among chosen companions who were more or less accustomed to bask in the sunshine of his genius. Rven the coming of his man Jackson with a blank sheet of paper in his hand failed to upset his good humor, “What! no epigrams again this morn- ing?” he exclaimed, “Why, you only had three for me yesterday.” “Very sorry, milord,” said Jackson, “I have been turning out on an aver- age six epigrams a day for your lord- ship for the last two years, and I am beginning to ‘dry up,’ if you will pardon the expression.” “Jackson, it is absolutely necessary that I should make,epigrams.” “I know, milord. The only thing I can think of this morning is that your lordship might bring in a travesty of a proverb such as ‘Where there's a will there’s a—legacy.’” “That’s not up to your usual form, Jackson, and besides it is more or less a pun, and you know I hate puns,” “I am afraid it’s the best I can do this morning, milord.” “Well, never mind, Telephone to the stables that I shall want the car at the club about 3:30. Ranelagh,” “Will your lordship drive yourself?” “You know very well that I never do.” “I thought, perhaps, month’s lessons your taken"”—— “That will do, Jackson. Telephone.” It was a sore point with Daventry that although he possessed one of the largest cars in town and a motor coat which would have aroused the envy of a rhinoceros he had never yet had the courage to drive himself. He rose leisurely, dressed with the utmost care and lunched at his club. At 3:30 his car was announced. He got into his enormous motor coat, put on his goggles, and told the chauffeur to go to 267 Brook street. The car shot forward, darted in and out of the traffic, and after whizzing round the corner into Brook street at a pace that made his lordship clutch at the side of his seat, pulled up at 267 with a jerk. “What the devil are you up to? Haven't I told you over and over again that I will not be driven at that beast- ly pace?” The chauffeur remained silent. “Why don’t you speak, man?” “Because, milord, I have a very bad cold and have lost my voice,” replied the chauffeur in a hoarse whisper. “Oh, all right then, Get out and ring.” Mrs. and Miss Heathmere promptly appeared, and as the latter came out in her dainty motor suit he thought he had never seen such a charming pic- ture. She hesitated, looking up and down the street, though she hardly knew what she expected to see. Bob Langley’s words were ringing in her head, “You shall drive down to Rane- lagh with me and not with Daventry. You shall take tea with me and not with Daventry,” and though she had not confessed it to herself she had half hoped that he would succeed in making good his words. Greeting their host they entered the car. “Ranelagh,” his lordship said, and vith a jerk the huge machine started gain, They tore down Brook street, shot across Park lane and flashed round into the park. “Drive slower!” screamed his lord- ship. “Can’t—the—engine’s—got—out—of— control” panted the chauffeur, as the car dashed along. “Put the brakes on!” yelled his lord- ship. “I’m trying. They won't act.” Just as they were nearing Shepherd’s rag the brakes seemed suddenly to grip. e “I think I can hold her while you get out,” shouted the chauffeur. Shaking with fright, Daventry jumped from the car, handed Mrs. Heathmere out, and was just turning to help her daughter when with a crash the car broke away and vanished in a cloud of dust. Mrs. Heathmere screamed and drop- ped in the middle of the road. “What has happened?” she wailed. “Oh, why did you make me risk the life of my only child in your terrible machine? What will happen to her? Oh, do you think that she will have a painless death?” “I’m afraid it has got out of contro} again,” began his lordship feebly. “Why could not the d—d idiot hold the infernal thing another minute?’ “Why don’t you do something,” she cried, “instead of standing there and swearing?” By this time a crowd had collected I am going down to after the lordship has much and a title as well. Yes, she must snub Langley well. The other two talked commonplaces in a desuitory sort of way, neither re- ferring to their conversation of the pre- vious evening. As Langley handed them into their carriage at Paddington he made a seem- ingly pointless remark, “By the way, “And I think We had better have some tea.” “I shall do no such thing. Besides, it would not be proper with you alone,” she added. “Oh, yes you will,” he answered, “and it will be quite proper, as we are engaged.” “What do you mean, Bob? After your disgraceful behavior do you think that I" For answer he took her in his arms and kissed her, A quarter of an hour after when they were sipping their tea on the lawn she asked: “How did you manage to change places with the chauffeur?” “Oh, a ten-pound note and a promise to take him on if he got discharged did the trick,” he answered. oo SUGARS AND SYRUPS. WE PAY 130,000,000 A YEAR FOR SUGAR MADE ABROAD, Millions of Acres Adapted to Cane and Beets in the South and West. The Maple Sugar Industry. Sugar is the only important farm product which the United States im- ports, notwithstanding the fact that it can be profitably produced here from both cane and beets. We use more than 2,000,000 tons of sugar annually, or one-fifth of the entire product of the world, and of this we produce only about one-third. It is estimated by the Department of Agriculture that not less than 140,000 square miles of country in the Gulf and South Atlantic States will grow good sugar canes, a region sufficient to make all the sugar we need. Cotton, a product of the States in question, is our largest agricultural ex- port, and excepting it no two other staples exported by us equal the value of the sugar imported. ll the live CRUDE SUGAR CANE PRESS. or waste, from cane mills, t as an absorbent to make the molasses available as dry stock feed. Commenting on these experiments the Agricultural Department recently pre- dicted that the time will come when the manufacture of stock feeds contain- ing molasses will be a great industry. The belief is expressed that the sugar cane world will find in molasses feed for live stock a by-product of sugar manu- facture as essential to its success as is the feeding of cattle and horses to the manufacturing distilleries in the Northwest. One of the large sugar re- fineries in Brooklyn, N. Y.,has been mix- ing molasses with the feed for its truck horses, and finds it not only successful but also about per cent, cheaper than oats and hay, When properly pre- pared, the molascuit, as ‘the bagasse compound has been termed, carries with it an acceptable flavor to stock and it has the additional value of im- proving the flavor of any other food with which it is mixed. The maple tree now furnishes but a small per cent, of the commercial maple OLD FASHIONED stock exported does not represent one- half the value of the sugar brought in every year from foreign lands. Our Southern States alone could pro- duce all our sugar, to say nothing of the sugar possible from beets in the North and West. The sugar from the beet vrop of 1904 amounted to 209,722 tons or 121,000 tons less than the cane sugar produced in Louisiana alone. Ex- tend the sugar product as a diversified crop to other Southern States and we have achieved one more agricultural triumph. Dr. H. W. Wiley, Chemist of the De- partment of Agriculture, who has ex- haustively investigated the sugar and syrup possibilities of the Southern States, says that the people of this country are singularly ill informed con- cerning the household value of a pure article of cane syrup; he always keeps SYRUP BOILING syrup and sugar. While the demand for both these commodities has con- stantly increased, the output from maple trees has decreased during the last twenty years. The trade has been supplied only by radically adulterating the pure goods, or by manufacturing a product entirely from foreign materials. It is conservatively estimated that seven-eighths of what is sold as maple syrup and sugar is a spurious article. The fault does not lie with the pro- ducers, those who tap the trees and re- duce the sap to syrup and sugar, but with the dealers, and so-called refiners, who buy the real article and mix and adulterate it in ways most profitably for themselves, The most common sub- stitutes used in the adulteration are other sugars and glucose with flavor- iugs of vanilla or extracts from corn cobs and stalks. Formerly there was a good deal of maple sugar produced in the South, but now Vermont, New York and Ohio are the largest pro- ducers. 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Of course, an Ameri- anxious to know what had happened. “I think we had better take the Tube back and inform the police,” remarked his lordship dolefully. “I don’t see what else we can do.” And so saying he seized the unfortunate Mrs. Heath- mere and bundled her into the stuffy station. - -% e s s e In the meantime the car had con- tinued its mad career. On the following day the week-end house party broke up, and Bob Lang- ley traveled back to town with mother _and daughter, much to the former's an- noyance, Mrs. Heathmere sat in one corner of the carriage and wondered why she had lost that last rubber and ‘inct- STANDING AND CUT SUGAR CANE. I. H. C. HORIZONTAL ENGINE I. H. C. gasoline engines are made in the following sizes: 2,3 and 5 H. P., vertical type, stationary; 6, 8, 10, 12 and 15 H. P., horizontal type, stat- ionary; and 6, 8, 10, 12 and 15 H. P., horizontal type, portable. : WRITE FOR GASOLINE ENGINE BOOKLET. International Harvester Co. of America a supply in his own home, but doubts very much whether any consfferable number of consumers in the Northern States have ever tasted the pure article. All Southern cane syrup is mixed with other ingredients by the dis- - : bridge-building concera is to they were given one. It was a well Miss Heath-|tributors, or.is made outright from | can edie hes mere, after she had recovered from thi di t build the structure, which is to be com- known fact that Langley had ten thou- @|sugar, and gtecose, Gugar Goes Rot o8| ueted in-about two years 7 Monroe Street Chicago, Ill, U.S. A. Grst shock, resigned herself to her fate. | yet in some sections pay a8 much per