Hawaii . . . Land of Plenty
Which Sweetens Your Coffee
When you think of Hawaii you are more than likely to think
of Hula girls and guitars and to forget that Hawaii is responsible
for a large quantity of the sugar with which America sweetens its
coffee. The sugar industry helps create a S200,000,000 commerce
between Hawaii and the rest of the nation. These photos give you
a better idea of the commercial side of our island possession.
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SUGAR DADDY . . . J. P. Martin, scientist at the Hawaiian
sugar planters' experimental station in Honolulu, shown injecting
liquid food into sugar cane to test growth, and develop new high
juice content types of cane. The experimental station has a large
staff which helps spend $500,000 annually.
SWEETNESS IN THE RA W . . . Scene at one of the Hawaiian
plants where juice is extracted from sugar cane, boiled and evap
orated to make raw sugar. These tanks are the juice boilers.
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SHIPPING ‘WHITE GOLD” . . . A California freighter is be
ing loaded with rate sugar at Honolulu for shipment to the main
land. The sugar is processed in U. S. refineries and thereafter
appears on the tables of Mr. and Mrs. America.
SUGAR HARVEST FESTIVAL . . . After the sugar crop has
been gathered in Hawaii, plantation families celebrate with native
feasts and reunions. Here the Souza family of Waialua plantation
is celebrating the end of a successful harvest. Note the modern
home supplied rent-free to plantation workers.
The beautiful black sand beach at Kalapana, one of America’s
most startling scenic wonders. The sand is as clean as coral.
CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
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“Intelligent people!” Cochrane
grinned. “But you missed some
thing this morning. The Sphere had
a picture of lone Ferriter. I sus
pect that our competitor, Mr. Duke,
bribed some cop to steal it from the
flat across the hall. Anyway—he
tied a knot in my tail, or thought he
did. Now I’m ready to tie two in
his."
He paused to enjoy the drama of
suspense. The doorbell thwarted him.
Shannon strode into the room. His
companion lingered in the hall,
satchel in hand. The Captain glared
at Cochrane, who beamed in reply,
and whatever question he was about
to ask concerning the reporter’s
presence was blown away by Miss
Agatha’s voice.
“I sent for you, Captain,” she said
precisely, “because we have found
the knife that stabbed Mr. Ferriter’s
visitor.”
At my side I heard Jerry grunt.
He uttered no other sound while
Shannon rapped out questions and
Miss Agatha replied as calmly as
though she were giving census in
formation. The Captain strode to
the table and gingerly undid the
handkerchief.
“Yes,” he grunted, almost as
though he regretted it, "it looks like
it.”
He held it by forefingers pressed
to point and butt and turned it this
way and that.
“Blood,” he proclaimed, and I
never knew before how ugly that
word could be. "As for finger
prints—”
He wheeled and glared at me.
"You didn't wipe it, or mess it up,
did you?” he barked.
Miss Agatha’s voice cut:
“Mr. Mallory and I found it to
gether as I told you. If we had
wished to suppress evidence, we
should have suppressed it entirely.”
The bullying note left Shannon’s
voice as she looked at him.
“Right you are, Miss Paget,” he
granted and turned to his assistant.
“We’ll be going over it, Al. Miss
Paget, is there a bathroom handy?
We’ll make a bit of a mess- here.”
Miss Agatha rang for Annie. They
followed the maid down the hall.
Cochrane looked reproachfully at
me and more sympathetically at
aunt and niece, who sat still and
stiff in their anxiety. The silence
grew unbearable. Jerry said at last:
“And I thought I had hold of some
thing!”
Allegra did not seem to hear him.
Rigid and intent she watched the
doorway.
Miss Agatha asked:
“And it has no importance now?”
Cochrane had forgotten his pre
tense of indifference. He frowned
and shrugged.
“It may, or it may not,” he grum
bled, "according to what Shannon
finds on that knife. Dave has told
you of the mysterious siren who
called on him?”
“No,” said Miss Agatha wryly,
'Tve always understood gentlemen
don’t talk of such things.”
Cochrane grinned at her in admi
ration.
I muttered:
“It didn’t seem important.”
“That was one of the things,” Jer
ry went on, “that made me think it
might be. The night our bright
young friend was jumped in the
basement, the night that knife was
lost, Dave had a call from a dark
young woman who wouldn’t leave
her name with the landlady, good
Mrs. Shaw, who has a stern sense of
virtue and, what is better, an eagle
eye and an elephantine memory.
“Because,” said Cochrane, resum
ing his sleepy air, “she has recog
nized the picture of lone Ferriter in
the Sphere as Dave's would-be vis
itor. There seems to be no ques
tion about the identification. Mrs.
Shaw is positive. Why should Lyon
Ferriter’s beloved sister want to see
you. Dave?”
Allegra looked at me and turned
away. I did not answer at once.
Her glance and the derisive empha
sis laid by Cochrane on "beloved”
had thrust an idea into my mind.
It was so fantastic that I tried to
evict it but it stayed while I said:
“You can search me.”
“That's been done already,” Coch
ran crooned, “by the late Mr. Fer
riter who was looking for that very
knife, Dave, could it have been a
woman in the basement that night?”
His question chimed in so neatly
with the idea I had branded as idi
ocy that I gaped at him a moment.
“I don't know,” I answered at
last.
No? cocnrane asked. I just
wondered, Dave. Don’t let it agi
tate you, laddie.”
But the question had rocked me.
The wonder it had started did not
subside and I heard, with odd in
difference, the clump of feet as
Shannon and his aid came along
the hall. Miss Agatha’s head went
up. I could see by Allegra’s stiff
face how tightly she held herself
and even Cochrane forgot to look
tired.
The thrust of Shannon’s jaw, the
little narrowed eyes that darted at
each of us were ominous. He car
ried the knife no longer gingerly,
even a little scornfully. No one
dared to pry into his silence, until
Cochrane drawled:
“All right. I’ll ask it. What did
you find. Captain?”
“Nothing,” said Shannon in a
bleak voice. I heard Allegra let go
her breath. Miss Agatha repeated,
almost in satisfaction:
••Nothing?"
Shannon said to her: "That’s prob
ably blood on the blade. There are
no fingerprints at all.'*
Cochrane hummed beneath his
breath. Shannon glared at him, and
went on, with aimless anger:
"There’s a mark on the hilt that
might have been made by the fin
gers of a damp glove—a lady's
glove.”
Jerry glanced at me and let his
eyes slide quickly away. The silence
that followed was strangely filled
with relief and disappointment.
Miss Agatha mused aloud: "He is
very clever.”
“Who?" Shannon snapped.
She seemed to hear suspicion of
her nephew in the query. Her face
hardened and she spoke slowly and
purposefully.
“The murderer,” she told the Cap
tain. “Or if you want me to name
him, Lyon Ferriter.”
Shannon flinched at the word.
"How do you know?”
"How do I know?” asked Miss
Agatha coldly. "How does Mr. Mai
Allegra looked at me and
turned away.
lory know? How do you know your
self, Captain Shannon? By some
thing that’s worthless in court. Lyon
Ferriter killed that man. He used
that knife you hold. I don't know
why. Perhaps to protect that pre
cious sister of his, for whose sake
he’s willing to let an innocent and
foolish boy play scapegoat.”
At each word Miss Agatha spoke
in her bitter, careful voice, my mad
idea grew more normal in shape and
color. It drove me to speech, but
Shannon’s harsh voice rode over my
words.
“Miss Paget, whether you’re right
or wrong, no one can say. That was
my own thought at first and now—”
He shrugged.
Cochrane completed it for him:
“And now,” he said softly, “when
you announce you’ve found the mur
der weapon, but no clue to how it
got in the basement, or who left it
there, you’re through—whipped, out
witted, scuttled. Mr. Ferriter, who
hasn’t been sure where that knife
has been, wins. He'll sleep easier
from now on.”
‘‘All right,” Shannon snarled in
angry helplessness; “that’s like most
of the newspaper suggestions. It's
a help, isn't it? What would you do,
wise boy?”
Cochrane shook his head.
I heard Miss Agatha say:
“I knew what I’d do.”
We looked at her. Her face was
hard and her voice, that spoke what
I had feared to utter, was firm:
“If Lyon Ferriter has a weakness,
it is his love for his sister. I think
he can be reached by attacking
her.”
Shannon had not the sort of brain
that is fired by abstract theory.
There was scorn in his grunt.
“Would you then? And how?”
If the old lady’s suggestion had
roiled his mind, it had clarified
mine. Her speech had been a key,
unlocking the door >f my mind be
hind which that wild, originally fan
tastic idea had waited. I said, be
fore Miss Agatha could speak again:
“Arrest lone Ferriter."
I had uttered her thought. I saw
her start and look at me in wonder.
“Arrest her?” Shannon jeered.
“For what?”
His crooked smile was mocking.
Allegra’s eyes widened. Cochrane
looked at me as though he were
dozing. I stood their combined re
gard.
“For murder. For the murder of
Blackbeard. There’s enough to
make it stick—for a while.”
"For a while,” the policeman ech
oed in derision.
Miss Agatha said quickly, sitting
straight and flushed in her wheel
chair:
“Captain Shannon, Lyon Ferriter
killed that man. I know it. Mr.
Mallory knows it. You suspected
it at first. But you could not reach
him. His story, his alibi, had no
apparent weakness. Yet he has a
weakness. It is his love for his
sister.”
Shannon stared as though he won
dered whether she had lost her mind.
I prodded him further:
"Through her you can hit him
where it’ll hurt most. If you’re
game to carry through a bluff, you
may break him.”
Cochrane had caught my inten
tion. I heard him mutter blasphe
mous approval I felt Allegra’s eyes
on me, but I watched the police
man’s smoldering doubt.
•'It’s your one chance,” I tola
him. “Take it or leave it.”
Miss Agatha started to speak.
Then she checked herself and I knew
her nod meant that she surrendered
her plan—our plan—to my keeping.
Shannon rumpled his hair and took
two uneasy strides away from the
desk. I started to speak again.
He said:
“Wait a minute. Al, close that
door from the outside and don't let
anyone come near it.”
CHAPTER XIX
It took an hour to bend Shannon
to the mad purpose. Miss Agatha
and Cochrane were my allies. They
followed my lead and, at need, took
the lead themselves. We hammered
the Captain with reasons, prodded
him with persuasion, while he
walked the floor as though he sought
cover from our argument. All
through the clash of voices and pur
poses, Allegra sat silent beside her
aunt but the pent excitement
reached her. Severity left her face.
Color came to it and her eyes woke
up and moved quickly from speaker
to speaker. Sight of her helped me
stand up to Shannon.
From the second when I lifted my
voice, I knew the least faltering
would emphasize the desperate fan
tasy I put forward. At first I feigned
confidence, linking fact to fact in ar
bitrary union. Then, as I spoke, I
converted myself. It seemed as
though speech washed away mys
tery to bare at least coherent out
lines.
Cochrane sat beside me. His in
nocent face was drowsy but his nim
ble mind kept pace with mine, en
dorsing my contentions, supplying
pointed comment when Shannon
balked. Miss Agatha said little, but
her rare words cut. We outraged
the policeman's sense of propriety
and stripped that from him. We
pried his mind loose from official
procedure. He withstood us stub
bornly, tramping to and fro, rum
pling his hair, now and then shak
ing his head like a fly-pestered
horse. He took that afternoon the
sweating he and his associates had
dealt to many.
"It’s—it’s illegal," he blurted at
last with a cornered air and glared
at Cochrane who chuckled.
"So,” Jerry drawled, "is a length
of rubber hose.”
It was luck more than logic that
broke Shannon at last. He raked his
hair and shook his head again.
"Maybe,” he grrfhted, “it would
make a good movie. But the girl
has an alibi. You can’t get over
that. Somebody downstairs—Hoyt
it was, saw her come in."
I got up. "If that’s all that gags
you,” I said, “I’ll see Hoyt. He’ll
back our play. His story will be
that he didn’t want to get a lady into
trouble.”
I did not wait for Shannon’s ob
jection, but opened the door, almost
upsetting A1 who guarded it. I found
Hoyt at the switchboard. I told
him, as quickly as I could, what I
wanted and why. He gasped and
boggled and at. last consented, when
I reminded him of his earlier offer
of aid. Then he whispered some
thing that sent me hot-footing it up
the stair again.
I saw when I re-entered the work
room that Shannon wavered.
“Personally, Captain Shannon,”
Miss Agatha was saying, "I place
justice above orthodoxy. The mur
der was unconventional. Why
shouldn't the arrest be equally so?
I know he did it. You think he did.
If he didn't, lone or Everett did
and the two survivors are accesso
ries after and, perhaps, before the
fact. Are you always so—wedded to
legal formality, Captain?"
Cochrane leaned forward.
“Listen," he wheedled, “what can
you lose? Say it doesn’t click. So
what? Are you worse off? It’s a
crazy idea. Sure. But so is this
whole set-up. We’re trying to give
you the chance to tear this case wide
open—and solo at that. Do you want
to be just a captain all your life?”
Allegra was watching me. She
alone in the room seemed to feel
the tidings I bore. Shannon spoke
with the muffled roar of the hard
pressed.
“All right. Suppose I go goofy and
throw in with you? How are you gon
na work it? Tell me that! Call up
Lyon—at the Babylon—and say,
‘Can we bother you to come on
down here so we can tell you what
we’ve got on your sister, before we
make a collar?’ ”
In the silence he glared about and
breathed loudly through his nose. I
said as quietly as I could:
“If that’s all that’s worrying you,
Lyon is next door now. He came in
a while ago, Hoyt says.”
“By God!” Shannon said at last
in an unwilling voice.
I went on: “Eddie will ask him
to stop in here, when he starts to
go. You might send your man down
stairs just to make sure that he
does.”
Shannon wavered for the last
time. Then he squared his shoul
ders, inhaled like one entering a
cold plunge and called: “All”
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Peptic Ulcer
Benefited by
Calm Outlook
By DR. JAMES W. BARTON
FOR many years it was
believed that ulcer of the
stomach (gastric) and ulcer
of the duodenum (duodenal)
were due to in- p
fected teeth and
tonsils. Most
physicians still
believe that in
fection is a big
factor in causing stomach
and intestinal (peptic ulcer)
in that infection affects the
lining wall and it loses its
power of warding off the
ulcer.
However, it is becoming more and
more apparent that the personality
of the individual and
his physique or build
are more important
factors in causing
peptic ulcers. Thus,
as mentioned before,
there is the answer
of the surgeon to the
patient’s question:
"Now you have op
erated, I’ll have no
more trouble with
stomacn ulcer, win
Dr. Barton !■"
The surgeon’s re
ply was: "You will not likely have
any more trouble with that ulcer,
but you may continue to grow more
ulcers if you do not learn to keep
calm."
Food Habits Should Be Studied.
As many physicians and surgeons
have been stating that infection and
other conditions are mostly respon
sible for peptic ulcers, Drs. E. J.
Callahan and D. W. Ingham, Sara
toga Springs, N. Y., in American
Journal of Digestive Diseases, state:
"Despite the criticism against the
nervous and emotional cause of pep
tic ulcer, it is yet the most constant
factor' in causing the condition. The
food habits of a patient with ulcer
must be carefully studied, as a well
arranged, nonirritating, low residue
diet (not much roughage or cellu
lose as found in bulky foods such as
cabbage) is the foundation on which
treatment is built.”
To help their patients to under
stand the cause of peptic ulcer,
these physicians show an equal
sided triangle, one side representing
the heredity factor which, of course,
the patient can’t correct, one side
showing nervousness, illness in the
family, financial or other worries
as a cause, and the third side show
ing rough or unsuitable foods as an
other ulcer cause.
The thought then is that if peptic
ulcer is present or there is a tend
ency to ulcer, treatment means the
removal of any infection present, ac
quiring calmness of spirit and the
eating of nonirritating foods.
• • •
Extract of Ovary
In Widening Role
A GLAND extract that is coming
more and more into everyday
use is extract of the ovaries. It has
been a real blessing to women ap
proaching, at, and following the
menopause. It "steadies” or quiets
the nerves so that many patients are
spared the necessity of mental treat
ment in an institution, relieves
shock, and lessens the number and
severity of hot flushes or flashes.
Dr. I. H. Blaisdell, Boston, reports
excellent results in the treatment of
60 cases of dry catarrh with the
very disagreeable odor, by use of a
spray of ovary extract (estrin) into
the nose. The dry crusts causing
the odor disappeared in all 30 cases
where onset of catarrh occurred
after age of 20, and in 84 per cent
of the 30 cases which occurred be
fore the age of 20.
For Catarrh Deafne-ss.
Excellent results have also been
obtained in chronic catarrhal deaf
ness by use of ovary extract, also
used in the form of a spray into
the nose. “Because of the wide va
riety of its effects on the body, it
seems possible that estrin, properly
used, may be of value in combating
disease and disorders which have
been heretofore obscure. The ac
tion of estrin is more far-reaching
than insulin and more powerful than
adrenalin.”
Just how estrin acts on the nose
is not at present known.
If, then, extract of ovary has
shown itself to give great relief
from symptoms at menopause in the
treatment of that distressing ail
ment—the dry form of catarrh, and
also in catarrhal deafness, do not
hesitate to use it in any form pre
scribed by your physician for other
obscure or persistent disturbances
of your body.
QUESTION BOX
Q.—What is the best method for
removing superfluous hair?
A.—Best method known at present
for removing superfluous hair is by
electrolysis. And this means of hair
removal is absolutely safe. By this
method each hair root is individually
killed. Your own physician can re
fer you to an electrolysis expert—
not necessarily a physician; or you
can apply to the physiotherapy de
partment of your nearest hospital.
t
SOY BEANS ARE
VALUABLE FEED
Keep Bean Rations Low
For Best Results.
By W. H. PETERS
(Professor of Animal Husbandry,
University Farm, St. Paul.)
Whole soy beans as raised and
threshed on the farm have a high
feed value, but the feeder should
use caution in making up his ration
to include such beans. On the basis
of experiments carried out to eval
uate soy beans in the live-stock
ration, several guides have been es
tablished.
(1) Do not feed soy beans in ex
cess of 10 per cent by weight of any
grain ration for any type of ani
mal. If beans are fed more heavily
than this, the high oil content will
cause scouring and disturbances of
the digestive system. If fed heavi
ly to such animals as high produc
ing milk cows, fattening hogs, cat
tle or lambs, such animals will in
two to three months’ time lose their
taste for the beans and voluntarily
cut down on their eating.
(2) Soy beans fed in excess of 10
per cent of the ration to dairy cows
may cause soft butter. Likewise,
overfeeding of fattening hogs on
beans is quite certain to produce
soft pork.
(3) In so far as possible soy beans
should be fed whole without being
ground at all. They are just as pal
atable in the whole form as after
they are ground. Because of their
high oil content, soy beans become
rancid and objectionable in odor and
taste very soon after being ground.
If they must be ground to fit in
with the rest of the ration, they
should be crushed only medium fine,
and a fresh supply prepared once
each week.
(4) Such practices as cooking or
soaking soy beans before feeding
them have not proved necessary or
profitable.
(5) Whole soy beans have their
most satisfactory use in feeding
when they are fed as a small part
of the grain ration to fattening cat
tle and lambs and high producing
milk cows.
Chickens Need Warmed
Water in Winter Months
An egg is 70 per cent water!
That is a fact that C. F. Parrish,
extension poultryman of N. C. State
college, constantly impresses upon
poultry raisers in urging that they
provide their flocks with plenty of
clean water in convenient fountains.
"Arrange for some heated water
fountains for the flock to use during
this cold weather. Water consump
tion is greater when the chill is
taken oft. and the more water a hen
drinks, the more and the larger her
eggs," Parrish added.
The specialist also warns that
drafts through openings in the back
and ends of the laying house should
be eliminated by closing such open
ings. "Winter is the time to make
money from egg production, when
the supply is short,” he said. “There
is a surplus of eggs only during
about six weeks in the spring. That
leaves about 46 other weeks in the
year that our homes and home mar
kets are not amply supplied with
quality eggs.
"By selecting chicks of good
breeding, and by proper housing and
feeding, the farm flock can be man
aged so as to produce eggs every
month in the year."
Agricultural News
__
Soybean production this year is
indicated to be 81,500,000 bushels,
approximately 6,000,000 bushels be
low the 1939 production, estimates
the U. S. Bureau of Agricultural Eco
nomics.
» • •
Tests conducted at Oregon State
college show that fence posts with
the butts charred do not last as well
as untreated posts, but green posts
treated with a salt combination last
almost indefinitely.
Present indications are that an all
time high of 8,000,000 bales of cotton
will be used in the United States
alone during the coming year, al
though exports will not exceed two
million bales.
• • *
The current Canadian wheat crop,
estimated at 561,000,000 bushels,
probably exceeds domestic require
ments by 275,000,000 bushels, report
U. S. department of agriculture for
eign experts.
• • •
A milking cow should never get
more than four tablespoons of cod
liver oil per day.
• • •
A winter cover crop returns to the
grower many times his investment
in seed, fertilizer, and labor by con
serving soil, moisture and fertility.
» • ♦
English farmers are being urged
to gather acorns, horse chestnuts
and beechnuts to eke out the feed
stuff supply of farm animals and
thereby release tonnage for other
needed imports.
