THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
wishes, and made hersell very amlahle and charm¬ 
ing—not because she loved him, but because he 
was the means of procuring her all the luxury, the 
magnificence, the pleasure that she now enjoyed. 
In I 1 I 3 coarse way he felt that. 
He brought her home one day a set or sapphires 
so brilliant and rare that she cried out with rap¬ 
ture when she saw them. 
“ There are no sapphires finer than these,” he 
remarked. “ What do you say for them, vio¬ 
let?” 
“ I say 1 Thank you ’ with all my heart,” she 
cried. 
“Is that all, violet?”' 
“ What more can I say, except that you are good, 
kind, and generous?” 
“Can you think of nothing else, Violet?” he ask¬ 
ed. She looked puzzled. 
“ I cannot Indeed, Owen; but I will say any¬ 
thing you wish me to say.” 
He turned away Impatiently. 
“If you thought any set form of words, any 
pretty phrase would please me, you would use It— 
I am quite sure of that.” 
With the brilliant sapphires In one of her hands, 
she looked half wistfully at him; the man who 
had It In his power to make such presents as this 
was worthy any amount of patience. 
“ I would say anything to please you, Owen,” 
she said. 
He looked Into her fair face, 
“ I know you would,” he returned; hut It has 
never occurred to you to throw your arms round 
my neck and kiss me, and—and say, * Thank you, 
my darling.’ ” 
She shrank from him with a little shudder, his 
dark face was so close to hers. 
“ I have noticed,” he said, “ that you are always 
ready to thank me when I bring you any of the 
silly trifles women like so much—you are then 
most amiable; but never once, by Heaven, since 
we have been married have you come to me and 
kissed me of your own free will!” 
“ I will do so now,” she said; and she placed the 
sapphires in their eases. 
"No, thank you,” he returned, “it would not 
be spontaneous. You would do It because I asked 
you.” 
She was startled by the expression of his face, at 
the tone of his voice—startled, and just a little 
afraid. 
“ You do love me. violet, do you not ?” he asked. 
She had never thought about loving him; he was 
to her a rich man who bad wanted her to marry 
him, who had bribed her by his riches and his title, 
and for whom shu had given up the man she really 
loved; but to love him—she had never thought of 
it; it had never entered into her calculations. He 
was to have her beauty, she was to have his money 
and his title. 
“ Do you love me, violet?” he demanded angrily. 
and before she had time to speak a sudden convic¬ 
tion darted through her mind that she did not 
love him and never should—a certain terrible con¬ 
viction that, although she was married to this 
man, she loved Felix Lonsdale still. 
She trembled as she answered— 
“Yes, you know I love you, Owen.” 
She knew the words were false, hut she was too 
frightened to say anything else. 
“ I know you ought to love me,” he said savagely; 
“but there Is no understanding a woman—fair 
dealing Is not characteristic of the Bex. StlU l 
should not like to think that you married me for 
my money, and for nothing else. Did you, violet ?’> 
She was not clever at lying, although she had 
broken a noble heart by her weakness. She had 
not the quick ready fashion of speaking falsely 
which she acquired afterwards. She burled her 
face In her hands; it was easier to weep, after the 
weak fashion of women, than to speak. 
“Nay, I did not mean to pain you, violet,” he 
said. *' Do not cry. Still I should like to know that 
you love me. No man would like to think that his 
wife had married him tor his money.” 
Alter that little scene Lady Chevenlx did not feel 
quite so sure of her husband, and began to stand 
a little in awe of him. 
out soils, are looked to as the means of the 
ultimate restoration of such lands to fertility 
by their employment in green manuring; a 
method which, with clover, rye, buckwheat, 
and other crops, has been productive of such 
excellent results—an unfailing and inexpensive 
resource, and often the only remedy within 
the means of the average farmer. 
The determination t.o institute a thorough 
research in this direction has been very much 
encouraged by a recent conversation with that 
eminent chemist, Dr. St. Julian Ravencl, of 
Charleston, S. C. The results obtained in some 
experiments made by him iu utilizing the vetch 
and the beggar-lice weed of Florida as prepara¬ 
tory forerunners for a crop of wheat in the 
sandy, barren fiats near Charleston, are so 
wonderful that the experiments will need to 
be repeated under personal inspection several 
times before we can feel sure of such favorable 
results as the usual sequence to such simple 
means. 
Sugar Manufacture, from Chemist’s Re¬ 
port. —The sorghum was a variety known as 
the Minnesota Early Amber. Both corn and 
sorghum were in a condition of vigorous 
growth when cut, the leaves being green. The 
seed of the sorghum was sufficiently mature to 
warrant its preservation, and indeed, the last 
lot received shelled slightly upon handling. 
The sorghum had not, been planted or cultiva¬ 
ted so as to produce even a fair average in size, 
as will be seen by the results appended. 
The mill made use of in expressing the juice 
was an old sorghum-mill of common construc¬ 
tion, which, through previous use and misuse, 
had been rendered quite unfit to give satisfac¬ 
tory results. After most of our experiments 
below given were concluded, it was repaired, 
so that afterward its working was very much 
better, as -will be seen by the subsequent results 
given further on. . . . 
The process in brief is as follows: After 
topping or stripping the corn or sorghum, it 
was passed through the mill, and when suffi¬ 
cient juice had been obtained, it was heated in 
the copper tank to a temperature of 82 dg. 
Centigrade—182 dg. Fahrenheit. After the 
juice had reached this temperature there was 
added to it, with stirriDg, cream of lime until 
a piece of litmus paper dipped in the juice 
showed a purple or bluish-purple color. The 
heat was now raised to the boiling-point, and 
so soon as the juice was iu good ebullition the 
fire was drawn, aud a thick scum removed from 
the surface of the juice. 
The experiments here given clearly indicate 
that sugar may be thus made at a profit, and it 
is desirable that nothing be spared in continu¬ 
ing au investigation giving such fair promise 
of success. 
EXTRACTS FROM THE REPORT OF THE 
COMMISSIONER OF AGRICULTURE. 
PARSON WILLIAMS’S SABBATH BREAK¬ 
ING. 
Ox the grrave of Parson Williams 
The grass is brown and bleached. 
It Is more than fifty winters 
Since ho lived and laughed and preached. 
But his memory In New England 
No winter snows can kill; 
Of his goodness and his drollnesg, 
Countless legends linger still. 
And among those treasured legends 
I hold this one a boon. 
How he got In Deacon Crosby'B hay 
On a Sunday afternoon 
He was midway In s sermon, 
Most orthodox, on grace. 
When s sound of distant thunder 
Broke tho quiet of the place. 
Now the meadows of the Crosbys 
Lay full within his sight. 
As he glanced from out the window 
Which stood open on hts right. 
And the green, fragrant haycocks 
By acres there did stand; 
Not a meadow like the Deacon’s 
Far or near in all the land. 
Qulek and loud the claps of thunder 
Went rolling through the skies. 
And the Parson saw his Deacon 
Looking out with anxious eyes. 
“ Now, my brethren," called the Parson, 
And called with might and main, 
" We must, get in Brother Crosby’s hay, 
’Tis our duty now most plain!" 
And he shut the great red Bible, 
And tossed his sermon down. 
Not a man could run more swiftly 
Than the Parson in that town. 
And he ran now to the meadow 
With all hia strength and speed; 
And the congregation followed. 
All bewildered in his lead. 
Ha I not often on a Sunday 
Such sight aa this, I ween. 
Of a parson and his people, 
A New England town had seen. 
With a will they worked and shouted, 
And cleared the fields apace; 
And the Parson led the singing. 
While the sweat rolled down his face. 
And it thundered, fiercer, louder; 
And dark grew east and west; 
But the hay was under cover, 
And the Parson had worked best. 
Not a moment had been wasted; 
The rain was falling fast, 
As the Parson and his people 
Through the village breathless passed. 
And again in pew and pulpit 
Their places took composed. 
And tbo Parson preached hie sermon 
To “ fifteenthly," where it closed. 
When the services were ended, 
The people talking stayed. 
And among the sternly pious 
There were bitter comments made. 
And the good old Deacon Crosby, 
A meek and godly man, 
Hardly dared rejoice his haycocks 
Had been saved on such a plan. 
But the Parson came down, striding 
In haste, the narrow aisle, 
And the Deacon’s bent old shoulders 
He patted, with a smile. 
And he said: “ No fear, my brother. 
Lest God think it is a sin; 
For he sent the sun to make your hay. 
And your friends to get it in." 
[H. U. in the Independent- 
in various directions will dc continued until 
success is assured. The amount of barks and 
other substances, valued for their tannin, 
reaches many millions of dollars yearly, and, 
if the canaigre root answers our expectations, 
the world’s supply may be easily grown by our 
own people. 
Earlt Amber.— Satisfied of the extraordin¬ 
ary qualities of a variety of sorghum called 
the “Minnesota Early Amber,” I procured as 
much of the pure, well-cured seed as possible, 
and distributed the same in every Congres¬ 
sional district in the United States. The results 
of this distribution have been uniformly 
favorable, and the variety is recognized as a 
great acquisition, yielding everywhere a large 
amount of rich saccharine Juice, which, under 
proper treatment, gives a first-class article of 
cane sugar and sirup, the yield being from 120 
to 250 gallons of heavy sirup to the acre. Mr. 
Seth Kenny, of Morristown, Rice County, Min¬ 
nesota, who first made sugar from “Early Am¬ 
ber" caue,writes that he has made, this season, 
for himself and neighbors, 4,340 gallons of 
sirup, of which, at the time of writing, he had 
sold 720 gallons at 10 cents per gallon, and 18 
barrels of which were grained into mush sugar. 
. . . The experiments thus far made have 
scarcely been sufficient to accurately deter¬ 
mine the actual cost of the production of sugar 
from these sources, but they have sufficed to 
settle the question of its production with no 
farther care than is required in making good 
butter and cheese. 
Sugar from Pearl Millet, Etc.— In addi¬ 
tion to the experiments made with maize aud 
sorghum, other allied grasses were subjected 
to the same treatment. A few seeds of pearl 
millet, which had been sown late in the season 
to test its value as a forage plant, produced a 
large growth of blades aud stalks. The pres¬ 
ence of saccharine matter in considerable 
quantity was so apparent that the stalks were 
stripped and put through the mill, and the 
juice gave a fair quantity of readily crystaliiz- 
able sugar of good quality. . . . . Au ex¬ 
periment with Took lute, a small quantity of the 
seed of which hud been procured from Vilmo- 
rin & Co., of Paris, was made after frost had 
cut the leaves of the plant and injured the 
stalks, and although a fair proportion of sirup 
was obtained, crystallization could not be in¬ 
duced, and the results were unsatisfactory. 
Prospects of Tea Culture.— In the effort 
to introduce the cultivation of the tea plant 
and the manufacture of tea, reasonable pro¬ 
gress has been made. In Assam, India, the 
native home of the tea plant, the English Gov¬ 
ernment, recognizing the great importance of 
the subject, years siuce undertook the estab¬ 
lishment of tea culture, aud after many fail¬ 
ures and at great expense has at last succeeded 
in making it a permanent and profitable in¬ 
dustry. Here, with a climate aud soil admir¬ 
ably adapted to the growth, of the plant, and a 
people whose mechanical ingenuity is always 
equal to any emergencj-, there can be no doubt 
Number. 
WEAKER THAN A WOMAN, 
The gay French capital might be as gay as it 
would, Sir Owen would not remain. Invitations 
poured In upon Mm and Ms beautiful young wife— 
he would not accept them. One of Ms fixed re¬ 
solves was to be In England at Christmas, and to 
England he was determined to go. in vain Violet 
pleaded that Garswood at Christmas woidd be 
dull. He laughed at the notion. 
** No place Is ever dull where I am, violet,” he 
cried. “ That shows how little you know me. I 
shall fill the place with visitors of my own choos¬ 
ing—and I promise you that we shall not spend our 
time In singing psalms." 
That was the first dissension between Violet and 
her husband. She would fain have remained long¬ 
er, but Sir Owen was tired of Paris. He liked 
English sports. English habits, aud English cheer. 
He was angry that Violet should for one moment 
presume to like Paris. It was unheard of, he said, 
that any Englishwoman shoidd find Christmas at 
home dull. And that was the hist time that violet 
saw Mm in a rage. He swore loudly—not at her— 
that was to come later on. He declared the whole 
race of women foolish and Idiotic. He frightened 
her so that she was glad to escape from Ms pres¬ 
ence and give orders lor packing up. 
“lam not my own mistress, after all,” she said, 
with a discontented look on her fair lace—" I can¬ 
not do as I like. I never dreamed that I should 
have a master.” 
She did not like the Idea. She had been so free 
and unlettered all her life that it was new to her 
to be under control. She had yet to learn that sir 
Owen Mid the obstinacy ol twenty men, and that 
when he had once set Ms mind upon anything he 
would carry It through. Her wishes, caprices, 
fancies, and desires would have about as much 
effect upon Mm os summer waves have upon a 
weather-beaten rock. 
She had a sample of tMs when they reached 
Calais on their return to England. It was not wet 
weather, but there had been a terrible gale, and 
CHAPTER XXVIII. 
Lady Chevenlx "wrote a long letter home, telling 
her mother how greatly she was enjoying Paris— 
how she had been to one of the state balls at the 
TuUories, and how the Emperor had danced with 
her—and Mrs. Haye, on her side, made all the la¬ 
dles round Lllford envious by telling them how her 
“dear child. Lady Chevenlx,” was enjoying her¬ 
self In Paris, and what a favorite she- was at the 
Imperial Court. 
Sir Owen was very kind to Violet In those days, 
and she was so completely dazzled by the novelty 
of all she saw that she never remembered Fehx, 
except to congratulate herself on her own good 
sense In having given Mm Ms range, .some slight 
indications of impatience made her think that Sir 
Owen had a certain amount of bad temper, but. at 
present he had shown none to her—Indeed sho 
thought Mm mr better than he had represented 
himself. He had told her that he gambled and 
drank. She had seen nothing of these bad habits; 
she was too Inexperienced to detect that he had 
placed a restraint on himself which might break 
down any day. 
She did not like Mm very much. Although he 
was a Baronet and a man of wealth, he was not a 
thorough gentleman. She found that Sir Owen 
was coarse in Ms manners, coarse in Ms speech. 
She often, even In those early days, shrank from, 
Mm saying— 
“You talk so strangely, Owen—I do not under¬ 
stand you.” 
“Then you must have some lessons, my charm¬ 
ing wife,” he would answer laugMngly, following 
up the remark by speech that was anything but re¬ 
fined. 
That was done In good humor; what he could be 
when that humor changed she had yet to find out. 
She did not love Mm—she ne^br made the least 
pretense of loving Mm. She was kind to Mm; she 
tried.to talk to him, to amuse him; she obeyed his 
Pounds of raw stalks. 
Pounds of Juice used. 
Specific gravity of 
juice. 
Pounds of sirup made. 
When the sirup reached the density above 
indicated, it was drawn off into wooden tubs, 
the fire having previously been drawn from 
beneath the evaporator. . . . 
It was intended to have still further concen¬ 
trated the sirups in a smaller pan of galvanized 
iron, so arranged that by a slide the heat could 
be instantaneously removed to prevent the 
scorching of the sirup; but before this plan 
was completed it was found that the several 
tubs of sirup were crystalizing, and they were 
therefore allowed to stand, and the sugar was 
obtained by p ressiug out the molasses by means 
of au ordinary screw-press, the mass of molas¬ 
ses and sugar from the tubs being inclosed in 
an ordinary grain bag.—To be continued. 
