The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1909-02-16
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pound more than the goods they
bought, and as far as drinking quail
ity is concerned. actually worth ten
cents a pound more than those rank
San Pancos!
do you think they would take
them?" continued the broker heatedly.
mot a bit of it! They said they
bought San Pancos, and San Pancos
they must have. The rankest, greas-
lest coffee that comes out of Mexico.
Now what can you do with people like
that?"
Stevens went to lunch, thinking.
What did 1t mean that Loriug & Co.,
should refuse to take five hundred bags
of very fancy" high-priced coffee to
fill contract for five hundred bags of
a very low priced, rank, oily coffee.
Then came the question Walter was
never tired of asking himself: DID
the circumstance have any bearing on
the Quaker Mocha blend? The query
assailed the new manager all the rest
of that day. He remembered the dis
astrous formula Of Blakesler, in which
fifty percent Of San Panco had ruined
fifty percent of the finest Java.
For a week all the time that could
be spared from his desk was spent up
in the roasting room. Old John sec
onded every experiment loyalty, if
somewhat skeptically, and an air OF
mystery hung over everything on the
ninth floor, from the spice mS.i5 to the
ventilators. In few days, after much
abstraction and curtness in Walters
manner, his laugh took on a new heart
mess and his step a livelier spring.
| On the Saturday following the day on
which his broker dropped his infinites.
imal clue Walter called one of the lead
ing house statesmen to the testing
! table
Richie" he began, 81 have a new
coffee here l want you to try; two of
them, in fact. Sit down there and tell
me which is the better"
ut doesn't take long to tell what
that is" remarked Richie. 81 run
against that every week, Walter; that's
| Quaker Mocha" said he, pushing the
| first cup aside without hesitation.
Now what have you here?" Sitting on
the little stool, Richie whirled the
! table enough to bring the second cut
under his nose, and put a spoon into
| it. 1t was favored with cream and
sugar just as It would be when served
| at the breakfast table. He looked at
| it. shifted it, and tasted it with the
air of a man on whose Judgment much
depends. Walter" said he, you're
trying to work me, old fellow"
What do you mean?"
81 mean you have set two cups OF
/ Onn lxn1 Mnpbo in front nf nd
arc trying to see whether l will say
there is any difference" Walter, be-
hind his spectacles, laughed dryly.
That's all l wanted to know, Jim.
There's no use trying to fool you, is
| there?" said the young manager; but
| he went back to the roasting room as
fast as the elevator could carry him.
| Monday morning the house statesmen
were called, one after another, to the
| testing table in the coffee department.
! AT noon Walter ordered kettles
| emptied, cups wiped, tables cleared
and polished, and new service set
/ forth in the neatest possible style.
/ He then sent upstairs for Mr.. Ralph
| ClarKson, who came down a moment
later as imperturbable as ever.
'Mr. Clarkson" said Walter, will
you be good enough to give me your
opinion on the qualities of these two
! cOnees?" He pointed to two cups on
the table, brown, hot and fragrant.
/ The head of the house of Clarkson sat
down upon the little old stool
hey are both fine, Mr. Stevens"
was his comment after a moments
| inspection. Both have the why flaw
or of fine blends. This one" said he,
as he pointed to the cup on the right,
! cit appears to me, has q trifle the fin
er alter-havor; you know what mean,
the slight tang that fingers on the pal
ate after the coffee is swallowed BY
the way" he said, suddenly referring
to the question which he brought up
sooner or later in every interview,
how are you getting ON in your search
for that Quaker Mocha blend?"
Il have it." answered Walter, quiet
ly.
You have it?"
"Of those two coffees you are tast-
ing, one is the Quaker Mocha, the
other my match for It, Try again,
Mr.. Clarkson. See If you can't re-.
verse your preference for that one on
the right"
Mr.. Clarkson slipped again with pos
sibly a keener interest you GER
tainly have come very close to It," he
said, after a moments tasting; very
near to It." he repeated However.
I must say this right cup still ap-
pears to me to be a shade the finer
I am willing to say that your match
for It, II It be this cup on the left, is
very croditable With tasters less ex-
pcrienced, # would pass anywhere for
the Quaker Mocha"
1T ought to-" replied Walter, quiz
| zically, because It is Quaker Mocha
I This cup on the right which you have
chosen SIS my match for &C."
Mr.. Clarkson rose from his stool
without a word Tot me see the
pans" Walter showed the two coffees
roasted, side by side. Mr.. Clarkson
looked them over. and turning. threw
a keen, full stare at his young man
ager
"Sir" said he, "I congratulate you.
VIII you be good enough to send me
up large samplos?"
When Walter told old John about