The Florida agriculturist., 1907-11-13
THE GOLD MAKERS.
Bv Chas. B. Hulett.
CONTINUED from last week.)

had rented, on the outskirts Of the
city, and home again every night,
dead tired, and uncommunlcatlve. The
only thing I could get out Of him, i'll
response to my questions, was, get
ting along fine, everything lovely;
sure got winner
About the middle of December
Billie came home on one Saturday
night and said:
"Well, Max, we are made men, the
Grafton Improved Gold Accumu1ator'
is completed" He gave a sigh of re-
lief, and sank into a chair
Come, Billie" I said, "you are
tired and hungry, and it's my treat
tonight We will go, and have sup
per, and I have tickets for the opera;
come brace up, and we will celebrate
the finish Of the 'Accumulator,' or Our
6nish"
"Our hnish" he snapped, "'our fin
ish, you will thank me some day, and
the day will come when you will think
Of these words, when you have the
President of the United States and all
the gold bugs Of Wall Street akneel
ing at your feet and begging you not
to run Our 'Accumulator' another day,
and flood the country with gold
"Why, talk about their gold stan
dards, if we wanted to we could make
it so common that they could just
as we'll have leather or glass beads
for their standard, and get away back
to the time Of Our Pilgrim Fathers
But oh! no; William Makepiece Graf
ton wasn't born yesterday, we will
make some Of Our financlers look like
a row of goose eggs, with no figure
before or after You just let your
Uncle Williams attend to the financial
part, you only shoot off your brains
in that measly yellow sheet of yours,
and be ready for the show when
we open up at Kissimmee, and be
ready to turn a wheel when [ give
you the order, and look after our
baggage, and then it is all over, ex-
cept counting Our money, paid us by
the Government to sink Our machine
in the Kissimmee River forever. Just
one days grist from our mill will
bring the Government on her Ton his)
knees to us, savey!'
''Billie, is the wheel I have to turn
near the machine?" 7 asked.
"No, it is not" he beloved 'It will
be away up near the depot platform,
where the crowd will be-
"Thanks," [ said, softly.
We spent a pleasant evening at the
opera, but [ doubt if Billie heard
word of it. AS we bade each other
good night, Billie sleepily remarked:
81 will take you to see Our 'Accum-
ulator' Monday, SO you will be able to
understand some Of it's best points,
and be able to answer some questions
intelligently."
Monday morning foud us in the
barn-1ike structure, and in the middle
Of the floor stood the queerest ma
chine I ever saw in my life. 1t looked
like a combination of a phonograph
and sausage machine.
Imagine an inverted wooden horn,
with the large end pointing skyward
and fully fifty feet across the large
end and fully seventy feet in length.
The small end was fastened to larger
cylinder that looked like one Of those
machines they use in a foundry to roll
rough castings in.
There were belts, bolts and wheels
galore, and beside the "Accumulator"
stood two barrels, one marked "nltrlc
acid" the other "muratic acid" and
also a small keg marked "mercury."
I shook my head sadly, and was
brought up with a "round turn" by
Billie exc1aiming, "We1l, didn't you
ever see a keg before? You have at
tended German Saengerfast at Mil
waukee and came home alive"
I did not answer, SO he started IN
10 exD1ain the wOrkin0 "mOdnS OD-