The Story of Sugar

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[Illustration: "Sugar it is, then!"]
The Story of Sugar
BY
SARA WARE BASSETT
Author of
"The Story of Lumber" "The Story of Wool" "The Story of Leather"
"The Story of Glass"
ILLUSTRATED BY C. P. GRAY
To my cousin William Pittman Huxley this book is affectionately
inscribed
It gives me much pleasure to acknowledge the courtesy of the
American Sugar Refining Company, and also the kindness of Senator
Truman G. Palmer, of Washington, D. C.
S. W. B.
CONTENTS

I. COLVERSHAM
II. A NARROW ESCAPE
III. SUGARING OFF
IV. THE REFINERY
V. VAN SPRINGS A SURPRISE
VI. A FAMILY TANGLE
VII. MR. CARLTON MAKES A WAGER AND WINS
VIII. VAN MUTINIES
IX. VAN'S GREAT DEED
X. HOW VAN BORE HIS PUNISHMENT
XI. THE BOYS MAKE A NEW ACQUAINTANCE
XII. THE DAWN OF A NEW YEAR

Illustrations
"SUGAR IT IS, THEN!"
"I DON'T REMEMBER THAT BIG ROCK"
"I SHOULD THINK IT WOULD STICK TOGETHER"
"IT IS NO EASY TASK"
NO HORN HAD GIVEN WARNING
"THESE TANKS ARE CONNECTED"

THE STORY OF SUGAR
CHAPTER I
COLVERSHAM
"Oh, say, Bobbie, quit that algebra and come on out! You've stuck at it
a full hour already. What's the use of cramming any more? You'll get
through the exam all right; you know you always do," protested Van
Blake as he flipped a scrap of blotting paper across the study table at
his roommate.
Bob Carlton looked up from his book. "Perhaps you're right, Van," he
replied, "but you see I can't be too sure on this stuff. Math isn't my
strong point, and I simply must not fall down on it; if I should flunk it
would break my father all up."
"You flunk! I'd like to see you doing it." Van smiled derisively. "When
you fall down on an exam the rest of us better give up. You know
perfectly well you'll get by. You are always worrying your head off
when there's no earthly need of it. Now look at me. If there is any
worrying to be done I'm the one that ought to be doing it. Do I look
fussed? You don't catch your uncle losing any sleep over his
exams--and yet I generally manage to scrape along, too."
"I know you do--you old eel!" Bob glanced admiringly at his friend. "I
believe you just wriggle by on the strength of your grin."
"Well, if you are such a believer in a grin why don't you cultivate one
yourself and see how far it will carry you?" chuckled Van. "The trouble
with you, Bobbie, is your conscience; you ought to be operated on for it.
Why are you so afraid you won't get good marks all the time?"
"I'm not afraid; but I'd be ashamed if I didn't," was the serious reply. "I
promised my father that if he'd let me come to Colversham to school I'd
do my best, and I mean to. It costs a pile of money for him to send me

here, and it's only decent of me to hold up my end of the bargain."
Van Cortlandt Blake stretched his arms and gazed thoughtfully down at
the ruler he was twirling in his fingers.
"Bobbie, you're a trump; I wish more fellows were like you. The
difference between us is that while I perfectly agree with you I sit back
and talk about it; you go ahead and do something. It's rotten of me not
to work