Evening Star Newspaper, January 1, 1933, Page 47

+D. C, JANUARY 1, 1933. again into the old chair. Life was cer- nly sweet. It was 8:45, and snowing gently. Jim San- fers alighted from the taxicab and leaned It was then Jim Sanders felt himself seized from behind. confidentially toward its driver. “Remember, Oscar,” he said, “when we go back keep straight out Main to the heights—don’t turn down Pine at all! You can’t miss the new house—it's on the right, every window will be lighted.” Oscar nodded understandingly and accepted the bill that was being thrust at him. Then Jim Sanders walked briskly down the station platform. : “Hello, Mr. Sanders,” greeted the baggage man. “Hello, Bd,” returned Jim Sanders. “No. 36 Mill Rises Anew ester near Mount Vernon. having been hewn from the surrounding forest, jngeniously meshed to turn the vertical shaft nd operate the mill-stones and mill-stone d es above, also to operate the fiour- bolting contrivance on the third floor. A wall, at the right, separates the water- power wheel from the main room. On passing hrough a small door, one steps upon a wooden bridge, spanning the wheel-pit. " A peculiarity of the power plant is that a pitchback turns the water flow and the big, 6-foot wooden wheel with its bucket-paddles turned counter-clock wise, the water from the nill-race running under, not over the wheel. Both wheat and corn were ground in the old the stones for milling wheat being of the nch-buhr type. The wooden mill machinery s held together by wooden pegs and bolts, nd works from the revolving central shaft y means of a system of wooden cam-wheels. er the wheat or corm is ground, it flows ough hoppers to the wooden meal-trough During the excavations, many old tools were ound, also & wood, brass and iron compass, n iron horseshoe, a stone for fitting shoes pn and an old Spanish coin, mute evidence of Vashington’s overseas trade. Other old tools have been gathered from mills of the same od; there are champfering knives, bung- of wood and iron, three iron adzes, a draving knife, planes, broad-axes, wooden mal- lets; "the iron adzes being 125 years old and the other tools from 75 to 150 years. In the cooper-shop, besides . the shaving-horse, is a8 tweo-man. smoothing-plane, large wooden paddles, a tall mash-stirrer and an iron cresset. At .a dock on Dogue Run in front of the grist mill, ocean-going vessels loaded flour for the English market, for Bermuda, Demerara and the West Indies, there being much trade with' Jamaica ard Barbadoes. Extracts from Washington’s diary refer to his foreign trade: July 24, 1772, “Captain Brodie Sailed for the West Indies with my Flour on Board, 273 Baris.” (Just before sailing, Captain Brodie purchased a barrel of corn from Washington, for which he paid 16 shillings.) October 17, 1773. “At home all day. Captain Conway Breakfasting here from the Madeiras, Mr. Wills and my Brother went up to Church.” (Captain Richard Conway. Washington had shipped flour, casks and corn to Madeira by him, and on this occasion received in return plants, wine, rum and cash. Conway later settled in Alexandria.) The flour which Washington sent to England long ago “was of such excellent quality that it passed in English markets without inspec- March 28, 1774. “Doctor Cralk went away after Breakfast. I went up to Alexandria to the Sale of the ‘Anne and Elizabeth; which I bought myself at the rrice of £175. Returned home in the afternoon.” (Anne and Eliza- beth was a brigantine to take the place of the schooner built at Mount Vernon, which had been sold. The name of the Anne and Eliza- beth was later changed to Farmer. Wash- ington does not enter this £175 in his accounts.) Besides flour, Washington also shipped much tobacco to England. Tobias Lear, Washington’s secretary, in his account of his master’s last iliness, mentions that Gen. Washington rode out to the mill on Thursday, December 12, at 10 o'clock in the morning, as something had gone wrong with the mill machinery. He did not return home til half past 3 in the afternoon; meanwhile the weather had changed to snow, sleet and rain, with a bitter-cold wind blowing. The next day, Friday, a heavy fall of snow took place, which prevented the General from riding out to his farm, however, he went out into the grounds in the afternoon, although he com- plained during the day of cold and hoarseness. Between 2 and 3 o'clock on Saturday morning he told Mrs. Washington he felt he had an ague, Drs. Craik and Brown were called, and Washington was bled twice, which weak- ened him greatly. Between 10 and 11 o’clock on Saturday night, December 14, 1799, Gen. Washington expired from a violent inflamma- tion of the membranes of his throat, not from ‘quinsey, as believed at first. The last place: he visited in ‘life wa- his -old grist mill. on time?” He was anxiously straining his eyes into the black wall of night beyond the lighted station platform. “On the dot, Mr. Sanders.” “Fine! What time have you, Ed--exactly?” ‘Then, until No. 36 shrieked her arrival, Jim Sanders and the baggage man compared watches. The great engine swept by. One car—two— three—four—followed swiftly. Jim Sanders had an odd idea that No. 36 didn't intend to stop. Then, with startling suddenness, he found himself waiting beside a porter’s step. “Hello, Ma—" “Hello, Jim.” Somethng was welling up within Jim San- ders. His throat was fall of it, too. Other passengers were crowding down out of the coach—other passengers that buffeted them. But Jim Sanders only grasped Ma's hat-box and stood there. He didn’t move because she didn’t. His free hand lay on her arm, awk- wardly, a Httle timidly. “Did you bring the car down, Jim?” “No. Ma—got Oscar waiting——"Jim Sanders craned his neck to make sure that Oscar was waiting. Yes, Oscar was there. “Well—it's great to see you, Ma—guess we might as well ag It was then Jim Sanders felt himself seizea from behind. He had just an instant’s glimpse of Ma’s smiling face when two lithe arms were encircling his neck. One of them, too, was blinding him He was lost in an aura of dainty perfume, and two lips that felt cool were kiss- ing him just beneath the right ear. But you couldn't fool Jim Sanders. That was Dorothy! Dbrothy had come home! So that's why Ma had been acting funny! Well— it made things about complete. Gently he dis- engaged the two arms. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said. But he was again lost in the eager embrace, this time from the front—and kisses were fairly raininig on him. “Oh, Daddy——" And it must have bcen about then that Jim Sanders first noticed the tall, handsome young man. The tall, handsome young man, that is, who was standing beside Ma, and who was smiling a little uncertainly. Jnl SANDERS had a bewilderei impression that he had acknowledged an introduction, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn't catch the name. Anyway, it didn't matter—No. 36 was in, and Ma had brought Dorothy! He had an- other confused idea about Oscar getting im- patient. He murmured something about that, and then, strangely, they were moving toward Oscar. Oscar was standing at respectful atten- tion and he winked broadly as Jim Sanders followed Ma into the cab. Now, why in time had Oscar done that? And they were just turning off Station street onto Main when Jim Sanders heard the tall, handsome young man—the one who had been standing beside Ma, and who, miraculously, was sitting beside him—say into his ear, earn- estly: “I feel mighty guilty, si- i What did he mean “guilty”? 8o, just to make things affable, Jim Sanders smiled. Anyway, he was a nice young fellow, clear-eyed and clean. Jim Sanders could tell. - And he was speaking again: . “I'm frightfully grateful, sir—you taking it this way——" “Grateful?” thought Jim Sanders. “What's he grateful about?” Well, it didn’t matter— they were coming to Pine street! Jim Sanders leaned closer to the window to be sure about it. Yes, it was Pine streer— there was Alex Blair's filling station! He straightened himself and fixed his eyes care- fully on the back of Oscar’s neck. Which was not needed. For Oscar, moving neither faster nor slower, glancing neither right nor left, kept on. “Why, Daddy!"—it was Dorothy. *“Where is Continued from Fijth Page amount in the feed the animals have been given. In theory, it should be possible to get enough of the vitamin in food; in fact, it is sometimes difficult. Office workers, in particular, have light appetites; they eat many meals in restaurants, where the necessary vegetables are not always present, or are served in bleached forms; moreover, many have stomach difficul- ties that keep them from utilizing food as they should. - For this reason experimenters have supplé- mented the well-balanced diet with codliver oil, a very rich source of vitamin A, or with the much richer halibut oil, recently discovered. Here and there doctors began to try out the method of prevention. Some had little success, human beings. Rats eat the food they are given, do not forget to take their codliver oil, do not sit in draughts, and do not sit about with chilled, wet feet. Other doctors reported great success. doctor, who had charge of 20 waifs in Middle. West and had given them special fection-preventing diets, reported that she not needed a single nose and throat treatmen for her charges in the two under her care, This same doctor, working with a s reporied that they had not had success treating chronic nose infections either with diet or surgery alone, but that their resul had been surprising when they combined proper diet with a cleaning out of diseased tissues. A number of companies are trying methods of reducing the time lost In one company the health of about 400 workers, scattered through: different depart-: ments, was studied for a: year.. At the end of: L Oscar going? Has he forgotten we live on Pine street?” But Jim Sanders was too sly to be caught he was beginning to see the ey ar S S L] his own way, Dorothy.” It was then that Clara Sanders glanced at bhim sharply. HE events of the next hour fixed them- selves iIndelibly into the memory of Jim Sanders. He never forgot the look on Clara's face. To be sure he proved himself a pretty poor demonstrator. He should have spent more time becoming familiar with the appliances. He missed half of them. And when they did come across one he couldn’t remember whether you pushed or pulled or turned. But he did the best he could, and Clara didn’t seem to notice. She was happler, seemingly, anyway, than she had been since first sceing the Pine street house. And he remembered the ecstatic ex- clamations of Dorothy. And the ~wellbred words of approval from the tall, clear-eyed - young man who was with her. It was a happy hour. - Finally the young ones wandered off. They, Clara and Jim Sanders, happened to be in she upper hall. “Oh, Jim, it's simply wonderful—no one could have planncd it better.” Clara Sanders’ eyes were moist. Her husband laughed happily. you'd like it, Ma,” he said. Then Clara Sanders came close to him. “I do like it. And I'm the happiest woman in the world tonight I'm almost too happy. Aren’s “Well, I'm doggone close to it, Mother,” ad- mitted Jim Sanders. Then he kissed her. But there was a puzzied note in Clara San- ders’ next words: ‘“You haven't told me, Jim: How did you ever find out?” 4 “Find out what, Ma?” She looked at him lovingly and smiled. “You old fox! Find out Dorothy was married, of course.” ‘“Hoped “I didn’t know.” “Now, Jim, quit joking.” Clara was shaking a half-serious finger at him, and she was say- ing: “Why, to think about buying this beau- tiful house, and to furnish it, and to give it to those two young ones—Oh, Jim, it was won- “Don’t you, dear?” Clara repeated. Slowly Jim Sanders pushed another button. The light in the hall was gone. “Go home? Yes—TI'll call Oscar.” spoke again: “We needed a lawyer in this town, Ma—needed one bad.” : (Copyright, 1933.) At the end of the second year, one in which eolfismdlnflmmtmt,umlonng that the section not receiving the oil had lost 25.1 hours per person through illness, against 17.4 hours in total being' 26,366. Of the 130,140 rented homes, 63,695 are rented by white native whites. - Vil e e Wi