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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (May 7, 1915)
By- H. M. EGBERT
(Copyright, IMS, bj W G. Chapman)
"Well, sir, you can take your two
dollar offer for lemons to the most
Infernal hot climate you know and
you know where that Is!" snorted old
Colonel Travers over the telephone.
He hung up the receiver and turned to
his daughter Molly. "That scoundrel
Lemattre offers me two dollars a box
two dollars for my lemons," he
snorted. "I told him, sooner than
come to such a price as that I'd
let them rot on the trees."
"But, father," the girl protested,
"you know you tried the commission
agents in New York last year, and
they said there was no demand for
Florida lemons, and they actually sent
us a bill for Btorage charges."
"Thy're all in league," the colonel
snorted. "That rascal Lemaltre
wouldn't dare to offer two dollars on
the tree if he didn't know that the
packers and commission men hold
the whip over us. But I'll let the
crop spoil, I'll cut down my trees and
grow pineapples yes, sir, I'll do
Molly sighed. Her father was very
hot-headed, and two weeks' confine
ment to his room, following a fall
from the mare, which broke his leg:
had not improved his temper.
"What is Fleming going to do?"
snorted the colonel presently.
"Why, father, as head of the Lemon
Growers' association "
The colonel went off again. What
he said about the young New York
man would certainly not bear men'
ttoning. Yet he cast secret glances
at Molly all the while. He knew that
That Scoundrel Lemaitre Offers Me
Two Dollars a Box"
the capacities for temper which he
displayed were latent in the girl.
Once he had evoked them, and he
had been afraid of her ever since
and respected her the more, too.
i All had gone well with the young
Massachusetts man's lemon grove.
He had bought it two years before
and had at once realized that the
packers and commission men be
tween them held the control of the
product. He had lost no time in form
ing a Lemon Growers' association to
keep up prices.
. The first year had been a phenome
nal success for the organization. Even
the colonel, who hated the scheme as
savoring of socialism, had been in
clined to become a member. But the
second year there was a glut on the
market. Prices broke. Half the
members fell away, anxious to make
what little they could rather than sac
rifice their crop for the good of the
The colonel was particularly bitter
against Fleming because in some way
he associated the fall of prices with
the new organization's doings. As an
independent he, in turn, had borne
the brunt of a good deal of criticism
among his neighbors. That was cer
tainly a bad time for Fleming and
Molly to fall in love.
When Molly told her father he was
furious. He stamped out of the house
to his neighbor's boundary, and, see
ing him at work among his trees,
shook his fist at him.
"Don't you ever dare to cross my
line again, or I'll set the dogs on you,
and horsewhip you into the bargain!"
Bitter recrimination followed, tears
from Molly that evening, when the
colonel told her, and then Molly's own
outburst which cowed her father.
"I am willing not to see John Flem
ing again as long as you live," she
Bobbed. But I won't promise to give
him np, and I think you are the most
hateful old man I've ever known!"
The colonel chewed that over his
pipe. "Hateful old man." She was
waiting for him to die to marry that
scoundrel! He changed a good deal
the next summer. A coldness had
sprung up between himself and bit
daughter, and he would give a good
deal to have been able to recall his
edict But he was too proud to do so.
Secretly he thought a good deal ol
Fleming had never crossed his line.
The two men passed without speak
ing. If Molly ever broke her prom
ise, the colonel knew nothing of it.
A week passed. He chafed at the
illness which kept him indoors. He
had obstinately refused to have his
crop picked. The commission men
were as bad as the packers, he swore;
he would let the fruit rot on the
trees, and cut them down that winter
He knew that a second year of fail
ure would mean bankruptcy. The two
dollars Lemaitre, the packer, ottered
him would save him. But he was too
stubborn to make the compromise of
J2.25 which Lemaitre reluctantly of
fered. That was in February. On the 20th
of the month a norther came sweep
ing down through the middle West,
When It sent the temperature of
Louisville to ten above the weather
bureau began to telegraph warnings.
When the colonel heard the telephone
ring it marked 15 above in NaBhvIIle;
Molly told the colonel so.
"We'll get a gang and light
smudges," answered old Travers.
"I'm going to save that crop."
"Then you'll sell, father?"
"No, I'll let it rot on the trees. But
I'll have the satisfaction of letting it
ripen before it rots," he answered
The telephone rang again. It was
20 above in Jacksonville, the lowest
known since the "great freeze" of '95:
which put back the orange area for
300 miles southward.
"It's 37 outside, father."
Almost immediately Lemaitre called
him up on the telephone.
"Colonel Travers," he said stiffly,
"it's 36 in Tampa. We might have
time to save half your fruit with
smudge-fires. I've got a gang ready to
work at my expense if you'll sell at a
dollar a box."
"Confound your Impudence!" roared
the colonel. "Tell him that, Molly
Molly softened it somewhat. But it
was now 35 on the veranda. Three
degrees lower and the frost would nip
the tender trees. Six or seven de
grees, and not a lemon would be worth
anything but the flavoring In the
"It's too late to do anything," the
colonel groaned. "But I'm not going
to let Lemaitre make a penny out of
me by any of his thievish tricks
What'B that in the groves, Molly."
Molly went out and returned. "Noth
ing, father," she answered.
"I thought I heard a man calling.
You're sure it isn't Lemaltre's gang?
"Quite sure," she answered.
"The telephone rang again. It was
Lemaitre. "Your last chance, colo
nel," he called cheerfully. "I can get
a third of your fruit picked before it's
damaged. It's 33 outside my packing
house. The gang's waiting. Fifty
cents a box."
Molly hung up the receiver In time
to restrain her father from doing him
self bodily damage in his effort to get
out of his chair.
It fell to 32. to 30. It fell to 26
that night before the norther disap
peared. Next morning was bright and
warm. But the colonel knew that
his crop was Irretrievably spoiled.
"Still, it's a comfort to know that
Lemaitre hasn't got any of it," he so
In another week he was to be al
lowed upon his feet. Meanwhile he
learned that the frost had been gen
eral throughout the lemon districts.
Prices had gone up 50 per cent. The
Lemon Growers' association had roped
all the growers in the county and was
doing fabulous business. The short
age had enhanced prices sufficiently
to bring affluence to all who had been
forehanded enough to save their trees
"I'd have cleared $7,000, Molly
said the Colonel wistfully to his
When he was allowed out he limped
toward his lemon groves. As he an
ticipated the leaves were wilting from
the upper branches. But the trunks
were strong and sturdy, and the low
er branches showed promise of re
maining sound. The colonel was not
slow In discovering the reason. Round
the roots of the trees were wrapped
burlap protectors. And not a lemon
remained on the twigs.
Colonel Travers turned upon his
daughter in fury.
"Who's been here?" he shouted
"It's that infernal Lemaitre. Where
are the lemons, Molly?"
"Come here, father," said the girl
She led hlra into the barn. There,
piled high from the floor to ceiling,
were crates and crates of the fresh
fruit $7,000 worth, and not a lemon
And in the midst of the crates, bend
ing over them and examining the
fruit, was Fleming!
The young man turned around upon
the astounded colonel.
"Sorry to have disobeyed Instruc
tions, colonel," be said, "but you see
I couldn't let you lose all that money
to gratify a whim. So I well,
short, the day before the freeze, when
it looked as though a norther was ex
pected, I got together a gang and
clipped the fruit for you. And I be
lieve we saved your trees, too. I hope
you don't mind, sir."
The colonel's face, which had borne
a terrifying scowl, suddenly softened.
There was an expression on his daugh
ter's which made him suddenly think
of his wife, who had been dead 12
"John, I'm an old fool," he said
humbly. "I beg your pardon. John
come to supper tonight, and we'll talk
ovr my joining the association,''
WONDERS I Pe
1 C - ? V . J-
O the wonderful history of the
Bosporus the great war is but
adding another chapter, for its
story runs back through the
centuries into the age of myth.
Concerning this strip of water that
separates the continents of Europe
and Asia the National Geographic so
ciety says: One writer states that
there is perhaps no other locality in
the world surrounded by so many his
torical Bouvenirs and adorned with so
many varied gifts of nature; another
that God, man, nature and art have
together created and placed there the
most marvelous point of view which
the human eye can contemplate upon
earth; still another remarks that upon
this planet there is no other stream so
wonderful that its equal can be
found, If at all, only upon some other
Dr. Edwin A. Grosvenor remarks
that there is hardly a nation In the
civilized world whose blood has not
mingled with its waters; hardly a
faith, hardly a heresy, which, by the
devotion of its adherents and martyrs,
has not hallowed its banks. Associa
tions the most dissimilar, the moBt
incongruous, the most distant, elbow
one another in every hamlet and vil
lage. The German emperor, William
in 1889, disembarked at the same
spot which tradition makes the land
ing-place of that other leader, Jason,
with his Argonauts in that sublime
voyage of the fourteenth century be
Deep, Narrow and Swift.
The physical features of the Bos
porus are described by the same
author In striking terms. He says that
in its swift flow it Is a river, and in
its depth a sea yet many a sea is less
profound and many a river spreads
wider and has a less rapid current.
Its average depth is about 89 feet. At
no point in the channel Is the depth
less than 147 feet.
So sharply do its submarine banks
descend that large vessels, hugging
the land too closely, though In deep
water, often run their bowsprits and
yards into houses on shore. The Strait
of Gibraltar, which wrests Africa from
Europe, is sixteen miles wide; even
the Dardanelles expands from one mile
to four. But at its widest the Bos
porus is only one and four-fifth miles.
The length of the Bosporus is less
than seventeen miles. Each Asiatic
side indenture finds a convex bend on
the European side; each European bay
is met by an Asiatic promontory.
Tradition goes back to a time when,
countless ages ago, titanic forces here
rent Asia and Europe asunder; when
the pent-up, resistless waters of the
Black sea tore through valleys and
leveled mountains, in their Budden
southward rush to the Mediterranean.
The volcanic origin of the region con
firms this tradition.
Great Place for Fishing.
Seventy edible varieties of fish sport
In the waters of the Bosporus. They
are mostly migratory. The strait is
the only line of communication be
tween the Black sea and the Mediter
ranean, their summer and winter
homes. In their migrations countless
shoals succeed one another at Inter
vals of days, and never did the men
in the crow's nest of a battleship scan
the horizon more earnestly for an
enemy than the lookouts for the fish
ermen peer into the deep for signs of
a fish migration. As soon as the ad
vanced guard arrives, a signal is giv
en, and immediately the Bosporus be
comes black with fishing boats, So
regular are the fish in their habits
and so unchanging In their ways, that
Aristotle's account of their movements
penned twenty-two centuries ago, Is
still an accurate description of the va
rieties and their migrations.
A hundred years ago Constantinople
and the Bosporus hung In the balance.
Doctor Grosvenor relates how, after
the treaty of Tilsit, Emperor Alexan
der of Russia had insisted to Napoleon
upon the absolute necessity to his
country of the possession of Constanti
nople. He declared there was no price
so great, no condition so hard, that
It would not be gratefully accorded by
him for the city's acquisition. Napo
leon gazed In silence, earnestly and
long, at the map of Europe, of which
he was at that moment the autocratic
OF THE. S05P0RUS
arbiter, and then exclaimed; "Constan
tinople, Constantinople! Never! It
is the empire of the world!"
Sea of Marmora.
The Sea of Marmora, which is the
connecting link between the Darda
nelles and the Bosporus, is a quiet
sheet of water. Nature has been more
than generous in her provisions for
guarding this sea between Asia and
Europe against hostile power. The
Bosporus, its approach from the Black
sea on the north, is a deep, water
filled, twiBtlng valley, whose surface
almost all the way is at the mercy of
the enclosing mountain heights. In
the south, the Dardanelles, while of
greater breadth than the Bosporus,
forms an easily defended channel, 47
miles long and commanded by Us
Marmora sea is a wonderful amphi
theater for a modern naval struggle.
An elliptical bowl of bluest water, it is
enclosed by a hilly shore line, which
is bold and steep upon the Asiatic
side. From east to west, the sea is
175 miles long, while its extreme width
is about fifty miles. It bas an area ol
4,500 square miles.
Constantinople lies tucked away
near the northernmost point of Mar
mora, at the opening of the Bosporus
outlet. In the west and south are
several considerable Islands, of which
the largest, Marmora, has been fa
mous for its alabaster and marbles
since the days of Grecian sculptural
and architectural glory.
The Sea of Marmora is one of the
most famous and important seas ol
passage in the world. Behind Us wa
ters, along the northern shore of the
Black sea, are the most fertile and
favored provinces of the Russian em
pire, Russia's granary; while on the
eastern Black sea coast lies Russia's
greatest oil port and her famous oil
bearing hinterland. This sea is the
most important avenue of Central
Asia's raw materials western transport
and of the West's manufactures foi
consumption In the central East.
Benzol and Toluol.
Dr. Rlttman's production of toluol
and benzol from petroleum is also ol
importance if the process is sufficient
ly cheap to be of commercial use. In
this regard, too, the doctor was no
ticeably cautious not to commit him
self. Professor Lletnll made "benzene
and toluene" (benzol and toluol) In
1877 from Russian petroleum. Later
the Nobel brothers did the same thing
in their laboratory. In 1904 V. Oglo-
biin described the preparation of ben
zene, toluene, xylene, etc., in consid
erable quantities, from the Russian
It should, perhaps, be noted that the
Russian crude oil differs somewhat
from that of Pennsylvania, being rich
in hydrocarbons of the naphthene se
ries, instead of those belonging to the
Plainly none of these early inven
tions was of commercial importance,
for the bulk of the supply of benzol
and toluol still comes from coal tar.
The value of Doctor Rlttman's proc
ess depends almost solely upon Its
A writer in the Scientific American
has figured what we lose by a leaking
faucet If a faucet leaks to the ex
tent of two drops of water a second
the leakage would amount In a month
to a little over eighty-four gallons.
the water rate is twenty-five cents
thousand gallons, the money loss
would be about two cents a month.
the leak is from a hot water faucet,
the loss would of course be larger, for
fuel has been wasted in heating the
escaped water. If coal costs $5 a ton,
the loss In water and heat will be
nearly ten cents a month. "The fact
that the loss is small," says the Scien
tific American, "should not allow us to
neglect small leaks, because by disre
garding them we tend to become slov
enly In all things. Furthermore, small
leaks do not stay small. The constant
leakage of faucets wears small pas
sages through the seats, and makes
tightness Impossible. The next thing
Is a new faucet with the accompany
ing plumber's bill, which Is notorious
ly not small." Youth's Companion.
WHERE SHE GOT BOUQUET
Madeline Careful to Obey Instruc
tions Forbidding the Picking
Her name was Madeline. She was
colored dusty black, as lean, flat, an
gular as a lath, and she was about
seventeen years old. The distinguish
ing feature about her face was her
eyes; they were large and round and
white, and they invariably expressed
the last degree of startled innocence.
Madeline worked days for Mrs.
Judge Gentry. She went home nights.
One morning she appeared with a
large bouquet, which she presented to
Mrs. Gentry before she began work
on the breakfast dishes.
To Mrs. Gentry the flowers seemed
somehow familiar. "I'm very much
pleased to think that you should bring
me such nice flowers, Madeline," said
the white woman. "Does your mother
grow them at your home?"
Madeline became, If possible, more
Innocent. "No'm, my mammy washes;
don' grow nuthln'. I jes' picked dat
bouquet outen a white lady's yard."
With a few questions Mrs. Gentry
established the fact that the flowers
came from the yard of her friend Mrs.
Gordon in the next block.
"Did Mrs. Gordon give them to you
for me, Madeline?" she persisted.
"No'm," countered Madeline, "but
Bhe aln' said I couldn' pick 'em.".
"Well, what did she say?" went on
Madeline gave close attention to
her work. "I dunno Jes' what she say,
She wasn't there."
Mrs. Gentry spent a busy 15 min
utes in an effort to impress upon
Madeline the difference between mine
and thine. Madeline agreed to every
thing, and professed her complete
understanding and appreciation. And
the next Thursday morning she ap
peared with another, larger bouquet,
which Bhe presented with an air of
"You didn't take these beautiful
flowers from Mrs. Gordon's yard,
did you, Madeline?" Mrs. Gentry
asked, striving to mask her suspicion
"No'm," returned Madeline. "Yo'
told me not to take flowers from
white ladles' yards."
"Did some one give you these?" con
tinued Mrs. Gentry.
wo m, answered Madeline, no
body didn't give 'em to me."
"Then how did you come by them?'
Madeline's eyes expressed the last
degree of innocence. "I jes' seed 'em,
and I jes' picked 'em.
Mrs. Gentry was determined. "Did
you go again into some white lady's
yard and take her flowers?"
"I done said yo' told me not to take
flowers from white ladies' yards," re
plied Madeline, conclusively, "and I
ain' never no mo'. I jes' picked dis
liyah bouquet outen a cullud lady's
yard. YeBsum." '
Details Can Walt.
A patriotic Welshman was asked
what emblems and distinctions ha
thought the new Welsh battalion of
the British army ought to wear. The
traditional emblem of Wales is the
leek, but he thought this probably
would be inappropriate. Mr. Lloyd-
George has recently put forward the
claims of the daffodil as the Welsh na
tional flower, but that seems to lack
historic confirmation, so it was agreed
that it was most likely that the Welsh
guard would wear a distinguishing
badge of the Prince of Wales' feath
ers. But Wales has other emblems;
the red dragon of her flag, for in
stance. That might be used, and aB
for cap band, the national color of
Wales is a dark green. But probably
these nice little details of parade and
cere;nony will not worry the new
guards very much. They will be born
into the all-leveling uniform of khaki,
and there will be plenty of time to
arrange the other little details of scar
let and buttons.
Invectlve Carried Too Far.
An unusual suit for slander, brought
by a clergyman against members of
his church, is reported by the Michi
gan Law Review as follows:
"Plaintiff, a minister of the Gospel,
and defendants were members of the
Colored Baptist church. During a
campaign for state prohibition plain
tiff opposed the adoption of the consti
tutional amendment to that effect. De
fendants, at various conventions of
said church, made statements to the
eircct that plaintiff was a rascal, a
whisky agent, a disgraceful saloon
puller, etc., and introduced resolutions
expelling him from membership. Held,
that the occasion was quallfiedly priv
ileged, and that in the absence of mal
ice being shown no action could be
maintained; but that the statements
made were so intemperate and the
epithets applied so vile as to be alone
sufficient to carry the question of mal
ice to the Jury."
Holds Wife Is Kitchen Boss.
The wife holds full sway In the
kitchen and the husband has no right
to invade these premises and Inter
fere with her work. This point was
settled In a divorce suit decided by
Judge Morrow at Portland, Ore.
On the grounds that he "butted in"
and criticized her kitchen work, Mrs.
Sarah V. Reese received a divorce
and $300 alimony from William B.
Reese. These were the main con
tentions for the charge of cruel and
inhuman treatment made by Mrs.
Go to It.
Bill Have you a class for chiropo
dists in your vocational school?
Jill Oh, yes; and every one wants
to go to the foot
SAVE LIS AT SEA
Lighthouse Keepers Worthy of
the Highest Praise.
Arduous Duty, Demanding Extreme
Self-Sacrifice, Cheerfully Per
formedExamples of Bravery
That Are Without Equal.
Although the pay is small and the
life often lonely, the lighthouse serv
ice attracts as a rule an excellent
class of faithful men, willing to take
large risks in doing their duty and
also In helping those In distress. There
are many cases of faithful service and
There are a number of woman light-
ers. One of these, the keeper of
Angel Island light in San Francisco .
bay, reported that after the machin
ery of the fog signal was disabled on
July 2, 1906, she "had struck the bell
by hand for 20 hours and 35 minutes
until the fog lifted," and that on July
4, when the machinery was further
disabled, she stood all night on the
platform outside and "struck the bell
with a nail hammer with all my might.
The fog was dense."
A widely known woman llghtkeeper
was Ida Lewis, who died about three
years ago. She lived at Lime Rock
lighthouse, on a ledge In Newport har
bor, for 67 years, her father having
been appointed keeper when she was
twelve years old. She was keeper of
the light for 32 years. There are re
ports of her having rescued 13 per
sons from drowning. On one occasion
It Is said, she saved three men who
were swamped in attempting to pick
np a sheep, and then she rescued the
Because of the difficult life, keepers
at Isolated stations are granted shore
liberty and leave 72 days a year, and
crews of light vessels 90 days a year.
The first lighthouse on this conti
nent was built by Massachusetts, in
1715-1716, on an Island in the en
trance to Boston harbor.
The first class light and fog signal
stations are located at the more prom
inent and dangerous points along the
seaboard, and on a well-lighted coast
such stations should be sufficiently
close that a coasting vessel may al
ways be in sight of . a light. The
smaller lights are placed to mark har
bors, inside channels and dangers.
Along the navigable rivers numerous
post lights are maintained to indicate
For New York harbor and immedi
ate approaches alone 268 aids to navi
gation are required, including 46 shore
lights, two light vessels and 36 lighted
buoys; there are 192 buoys of alt
classes and 37 fog signals, including
Among the lighthouses of the coun
try may be found examples of great
engineering skill and of dignified and
simple design. Some of the tall light
house structures are of beautiful
architecture, suited to the purpose,
and set off by picturesque location on
headland or rock overlooking the sea.
The tower must be built to give the
light a Buitable height above the wa-
One of the Cape Hatteras Lights.
ter, and hence tull lighthouses are re
quired on low-lying coasts.
A light must be 200 feet above the
sea level to be seen from the deck of
a vessel 20 nautical miles distant. Be
yond that distance the curvature of
the earth would prevent a light at this
elevation being seen.
Hitting a Brother Barrister.
In the Stokes trial A. B. Boardman,
Stokes' attorney, said.
"My client is tired of lawyers. They
have cheated him enough, and now he
prefers to put the matter before a
"I hope," said Joseph H. Choate, the
opposing attorney, with that every
day smile and suave tone so well
known, "that my brother has done
nothing to forfeit his client's confi
dence," and even the grave justices
had to smile, while Boardman bit bis
"She said she would be content
with love In a cottage," said the young
man with a calculating mind.
"That's a line sentiment."
"Perhaps. But I can't help wonder
lng whether a cottage is the best her
father Intends to do for uk. '