Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-11-20
Sugar at One Cent per Pound.

cent per pOunQs III an experimental
trial on 1873 tons Of cane. he obtained
per ton 1909 pounds of sugar, and more
than Ii gallons OF molasses. Prof Col
lier truly says that the final triumph OF
sugar production from sorghum is bet
ter shown by individual successes than
its failure is by individual failures. If
it is successful anywhere, it may be
made 80 in other places where like
conditions can be secured. We know
many successes in sorghum growing or
producing syrups, and with the proper
appliances for making sugar on large
scale, there is no reason to doubt that
its production will be equally successful.
Nuggets.
Many man may double his physical
capacity by strengthening his mind
some what.
Without cleanliness in the dairy, all
efforts to produce the best butter or
cheese are vain.
Generally, he who sells lay from his
farm pays q high rate of interest for the
money he gets.
For the nutrition of live stock and the
conservation of soil fertility, grass is the
worlds royal crop.
Excessive growth or fattening is at a
great expense of food. Better con-
tinuous good growth, and no examining
stages.
Tie man who buys good animals and
gives them scrub feed, ought, to be con-
sistent, not to hoist his umbrella in a
rain storm.
The farmer must have long bank
account who can afford to breed imma.
ture animals, or to keep animals for the
sham bles after they approach maturity.
Sunday Sunshine.
| like to stand about the general de-
livery windows at the post office, saws a
writer in the New York Sun, and watch
the faces of men and women who re-
ceive letters or are disappointed and
turn away to betray anxiety, regret and
dependency.
The owner of box or drawer comes
briskly in, turns his key with a snap,
and grabs and pockets his letter as so
much merchandise. 1t is business with
him. lie has written to A, B. c and ID
on such and such matter, and expects
replies beginning with Dear SIR" and
ending with tYours truly"
But it is different at the general de-
livery windows. Letters come for the
poor who cannot afford special con-
veniences--for the very, very lowly-
for sailors, mechanics, transfers, seam
stresses, washerwomen, strangers and
those who GO to make up the seven
tenths of q city's population. Fonr out
of every five who approach the win
doWs do 80 with faster beating hearts.
A letter IS hoped for from far-of Russia,
from the hills of Italy, the Alps of
Switzerland, the sun-kissed plains OF
Spain or France, from mother England
or old Ireland, from who can guess
\
tain good Or bad news? is father,
mother, brother or sister dead? I al
ways rejoice with those whose faces
light up as 8 letter is handed out, and l
always sympathize with those who are
turned away empty handed.
One day in the months agone an old
woman-a poor, lame and gray haired
woman, whose vocation / never asked
came up to me in the corridor in half
afraid manner and asked:
"Would you mind, now, about asking
if there is a letter for Mrs. Ann Tav-
Tor ?"
Inquired, but there was none, and
all the mother in mothers heart
welled up into her throat as she whis-
pered:
"Dear, dear, but I am so very sorry |
Shall never hear from him again ?'
And the same day week l met her
there again. You would have said we
would not recognize each other again,
but we did. She came over to me with
anxiety in her face and said:
"Would you take the same trouble
for me again to-day? l dreamed last
night that got letter from him."
Nothing for Ann Taylor" was the re-
ply of the clerk; and when I repeated
tine message she clasped her wrinkled
hands and gasped:
MAY the Lord be merciful, but fear
he is dead |"
And so the weeks went on, and at last
once each week met the poor old body
in the corridor, and inquired at the
window if there was letter. None ever
came, nor did / ever question her, but
one day, as her old heart overfiowed
and tears came to her eyes, she walked
with me out of the throng and said:
"He-he ran away from me two years
ago, my-my boy Tom. I'm a widow,
and he was my youngest. and the only
one lett to me. He wasn't bad boy,
but he got with a wild lot, forgot the
prayers of his old mother, and one day
ran of"
And you have not heard from him
since 2"
"Never word. God help me I'm
fearing he's-he's dead"