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Watching; for the Enemy.
Slowly tlio enemy
Up the stairs creep.
Where is the garrison?
Fled or asleep?
“Shan’t we surprise her?” Tom
Whispers to Dick.
“Wait till 1 tell you; then
Charge aud be quick.”
Suddenly sounds the horn,
Gives them a fright.
“Was I asleep?” laughs Flo.
“'Well, hardly quite.”
—Atlanta Journal.
Latent Heat is Heat.
It was formerly believed by the
scientists that beat was a form of
matter and that this matter had ac
tually to enter any substance in order
to raise its temperature. The evap
oration of water, for example, was
caused in this way, they thought, but
as evaporation is not attended always
by an increase of temperature, they
said that the heat, having entered the
water and performed its task became
“latent.” It is now known, however,
so far as a phenomenon of this kind
can be known, that heat is the energy
of molecular motion in matter; that
is to say. it is a condition of matter,
and not matter itself. The term latent
heat ie still employed, but it now
means the energy needed to overcome
inter-molecular attraction. When wa
ter evaporates under the action of
sunshine there is no communication
cf heat, but the energy of the solar
radiation is spent in separating the
molecules of water, thus turning
them into vapor. Latent heat, there
fore, is not heat at all, but radiant
uergy.—Philadelphia Record.
Some Useful Microbe?.
The bacteriologists are learning to
rake new views of the minute crea
tures which they study. When the
startling world of micro-organisms
was discovered there was nothing but
hard words for it. The first bacteria
found were those of disease, and the
bacteriologists were so horrified by
their misdeeds that they condemned
the whole tribe of micro-organisms to
death without inquiring further into
the matter. The humorist and the
comic artist lend aid in blasting their
reputations, making jokes and drawing
imaginary pictures of microbes with
horrible jaw r s, eyes and tentacles, un
til tho mere word bacteria came to
mean something dreadful. It was
much like mentioning a cobra or boa
constrictor to even speak of them.
Pasteur —the great, wise Pasteur —
so feared bacteria that he kept a bowl
of scalding water by his plate at
meals, dipping his dishes, knives and
forks into it before using them by
way of preventing the smallest mi
crobe, from passing his lips—and did,
in fact, prevent it so effectually that
he ruined his digestion, poor man. For
in scalding the evil-disposed bacteria
to death he scalded many more that
were necessary in carrying on the
work of his stomach, and so deprived
himself of their aid.
The bacteriologists now know that
There are many well meaning microbes
among their charges. The microbe
tribes are made up like those of the
larger creatures. There are useful,
harmless cows and dogs and sheep
and poultry as well as murderous
tigers, lions and vampire bats in the
microbe world. In fact, the useful
bacteria are in the majority, just as
the useful animals outnumber the
savage ones.
The bacteriologists have lately
found several most promising species
among them. There is one tribe, for
example, that may be turned into
scavengers. They are very gTeedy
for refuse of all kinds, and it is sug
gested by the sanguine that in time
they may be raised in large tanks
and made to devour the garbage of
cities. Another microbe in favor just
now is one that furnishes light. The
bacteriologists are very guarded in
talking of it, and do not want to prom
ise too much, but they admit that
this new micro-organism may be in
duced to give serviceable light in the
future. It is the microbe that makes
phosphorescent fishes luminous.
Heretofore it was generally thought
that this light came from phosphorous
like that used in matches, but the ex
periments with these microbes prove
otherwise. By placing the flesh of
fresh haddocks or herrings in a weak
brine and keeping it at. 40 degrees
Above zero for a few davs the fish,
as well as the brine itself, becomes
luminous, giving off pale green light.
'That is one way of bottling up
this firefly microbe —a “culture.” the
bacteriologists call it. When this cul
ture la well under way a remarkable
trait of microbe character is re
vealed. It is found that this particu
lar microbe has a love for sugar—a
veritable sweet tooth. When sugar is
added to the culture it becomes so
brilliant that it can be photographed
by its own light. Still the bacteriol
ogists 're not willing to raise false
hopes. They will not sav that such
cultures can be used for lamps—nor
will they positively say that such a
miracle is impossible. They wish to
study these microbes further. But
they are much gratified by their find
ings in the bacteria world, and expect,
to discover many more wonderful
creatures in it during the next decade.
—Chicago Record.
In tlie Traps.
Pierre and Stacy had spent most of
the winter together on the borders of
the great forest. Pierre’s Uncle Perry
was interested in lumber, and he had
brought the two boys with him to stay
at the lumber camp until he should
finish his buying. The weather had
been colder than the youngsters had
ever before known, but they did not
feel it as cold as a zero day at home.
They spent most of their time in the
open air. They had a dozen traps set
in different positions not far from the
camp, and made their rounds each
day with much precision, like the gen
uine trappers.
Sometimes as a reward for their
pains they would find a rabbit or
partridge.
Early one morning in midwinter the
two boys started on their rounds.
1 rap after trap was visited with the
same result, the bait was gone and
the trap sprung, but no game.
I believe,” said Pierre, “that the
bait was taken away by a human be
ing; it couldn’t be so clean gone if
taken by any animal, I know.”
That night the camp was visited
by some mysterious person, or ani
mal, and a big wooden pail of butter
emptied, and cakes of maple sugar
stolen. For three nights the thievery
continued, and the fourth night a
watch was kept in the camp, but not
a sign of animal or man rewarded the
watchers. The traps were sprung and
the bait had disappeared, however,
the next morning when the boys made
their rounds. They had 12 traps in
all, and it was not until about noon
that the last was reached. As they
neared It Pierre’s bright eyes discov
ered that the hard crust of snow had
been broken and that the tracks were
those of some large animal.
“I’m sure we’ve got him this time.”
whispered Stacy, excitedly. “What do
you suppose it can be? His tracks are
as big as—as a bear, almost. I wish
Uncle Perry were here. Suppose it
should be a bear, Pierre, what would
we do with him?”
“Pooh! it isn’t a bear." said Pierre,
decidedly; “you needn’t worry.”
Pierre’s sentence was interrupted
by a whine, more like that of a pup
py than any wild animal, and a rat
tle of chains from the trap. They
stopped an instant, holding their
breaths, and peering anxiously tow
ard the trap. The whine was re
peated, and it seemed to say:
“Mama. mama, come help me out
of trouble!”
Stacy did not hesitate a minute
longer. He understood that language
as he always understood the dogs
when they whined or barked or
wagged their tails, and he rushed
forward.
There, caught fast in the trap, and
whining and crying like a baby, was
the roundest and blackest, little cub
of a bear you have ever seen.
The cub, instead of showing fear of
the boys as they approached, raised
himself on his hind legs and sat
there like a dog begging.
Stacy had gone forward, and much
to his surprise the sociable little cub
put out his front right paw as if to
shake hands, and the boy. always
fond of animals, offered his. They
shook hands like brothers the little
cub fairly laughing with joy at hav
ing found a friend.
“He’s a tame bear.” declared Stacy,
“and I’m not a bit afraid of him. Help
me to loosen the trap from his foot,
will you, Pierre? I’m going to put a
strap round his neck and lead him
back to camp.
Together they loosened the clamp,
the sagacious little cub watching
every movement, and doing his best
to help. In a few minutes he was
free, and the first thing he did was
to hug Stacy—not a big bearlike hug,
but a gentle, funny, cub-like one. that
made both boys laugh. The cub
danced about on the frozen crust of
snow as well as he could with his
hurt foot, which had been caught in
the trap, turned a series of somer
saults, stood on his head and walked
on two feet as naturally as a boy,
while Pierre and Stacy, with eyes
wide open in astonishment, stood fas
cinated by the exhibition.
It certainly seemed ridiculous to
put a strap on an intelligent animal
like this, so they decided to take him
as though he were a companion, with
out force.
Indeed the little cub was only too
glad to have company, and he frol
licked clumsily along with the two
boys, grunting every now and then to
left them know how satisfied he was
with his lot. But at every step his
poor foot grew more painful, and he
soon began to cry like a baby.
“We’ve got to get you to camp,”
said Stacy, when at last the cub sat
down, whining and crying and ap
parently unable to walk further,
“and I’m awfully sorroy for you. lit
tle cub. You’re a plucky fellow, any
way. Say, Pierre, are you willing to
carry him? We can make a chair as
we do at home for Meg and Beth.”
Ten minutes later the men in camp
were astonished to see a queer pro
cession approaching. The two boys
had made a chair of their hands,
and the little cub was sitting on it as
any child might have done, with a
shaggy black arm around each boy’s
neck and a happy expression on his
little bear face.
When they went back to their own
home Bob Bruin went, too, much to
the delight of all the children in the
town, and the disgust of the mothors,
who didn't know what a gentleman
Bob Bruin was.—New York Press.
A Mil<l Winter In the West.
This winter for the first time in the
history of the Dakotas as states or as
a territory the Sioux Indians at Rose
bud are allowing cattlmen to graze
herds on the reservation on payment
of a stipulated price. Feed is unprec
edentedly scarce on some parts of the
Cheyenne river, and hnce th arrange
ment re’errd to, which has been ap
proved at Washington. It is estimated
that 25,000 head of cattle are now graz
ing on Indian lands.
THE WEEKLY NEWS. GARTERSVILLE, GA.
POISON IN CLOTuINC.
Aniline Dye* Constitute it Serious Mentice
to Healtli.
Bright colors are very fashionable
now, happily for the spirits of those
whose lot it is to inhabit cities as
gloomy as London o.- Manchester are
in December, and the smartest tints
are those known as fondant or bonbon
shades, pretty blues, soft pinks, deli
cate purples and military reds. The
strides chemistry has achieved during
the past few decades make the produc
tion of such colors easy and their cost
inexpensive, but unfortunately it also
makes adulteration easy, too, and the
use of poisonous dyes is becoming all
too common, says the London Mail.
Anilines are very extensively used,
aud very little harm has been traced
to fabrics so colored, while chrome yel
lows containing lead, greens contain
ing arsenic, and blue containing muri
ate of soda, have been proved distinct
ly deleterious.
Aniline is largely used in coloring
wall papers and window curtains with
out bad effect, but a curious case has
just been made public by the French
Academie de Medecin relating to the
injurious effects to aniline oil, which is
used in yellow brown boot paste. Two
children wearing these polished boots
were poisoned and the evil was traced
to the oil in the paste, which had grad
ually soaked through the leather.
Unluckily, there is no ready way of
discriminating between dyes that are
harmful and dyes that are not. Expe
rience and consequences alone are a
guarantee of their inocuous or baneful
influences. Those who do art needle
work with silks and colored threads
should never bite off the end of their
silk, nor suck it in orde*’ that it may
thread easily through the needle'3 eye,
for to those foolish, though excusable
habits, cases of arsenical poisoning
have been traced.
In cases where there are abrasions
or sores of any kind upon the limbs —
for example, upon the shins or ankles
—’dyed hosiery should never be worn
unless the broken skin is protected.
Scarlet sofcks, however expensive,
should never be worn until they have
been thoroughly washed.
All the clever chiropodists, after cut
ting a corn or treating it with an acid,
protect the place by means of a plas
ter or lint before the patient puts his
socks on again. Clot.he3, dresses and
mantles also often reek with poison.
Many people have been seriously ill af
ter a fast walk, owing to the dye soak
ing through to the armpits or other
spots and entering the open pores of
the skin. There is an immense amont
of trickery accomplishel in the trade
where indigo dyed goods are con
cerned. Even worsted indigo, sold at
9s. 6d. a yard, has occasionally been
found to be something else poisonous,
having not a trace of pure indigo in it.
The test for the discovery of pure in
digo is as follows: Place a piece of
cloth half an inch square on a saucer,
plate, or in a porcelain basin, and drop
two or three drops of strong ultric
acid on it. If pure indigo is present,
a bright yellow spot with a green rim
is quickly developed.
Ch u £lit at I.ast.
The mystery of Mooselookmaguntic’s
b?g salmon has at last been solved.
So says the Lewiston Journal. For
several seasons anglers who have wet
their lines in Bugle Cove have come
back to camp with tackle decidedly
out of kilter, and with blood-stirring
tales of the monster salmon that
“rose” beneath a certain overhanging
birch.
The salmon took the hook and gave
the anglers tho battle of their lives —
always breaking loose at the finish,
however, taking with him everythirg
not t ! ed to the boat. It was always
at the same birch where the fish rose,
and the tactics he employed of sulk
ing with a bulldog tenacity, refusing
to be drawn to the surface, were al
ways the same.
The fame of this remarkable fish
spread throughout the lake region, and
anglers from the other lakes came
down early and often to try their skill
against him. They never failed to lo
cate the salmon, but they never suc
ceeded in landing him. It was esti
mated that hundreds of dollars’ worth
of tackle, time and bait were wasted
last summer in Bugle Cove.
It is low water now in Mooselookma
guntic lake, and the water, although
low, is remarkably clear. Recently the
landlady of one of the hotels in the
region, with her son, ran their boat
on to an unmarked stump in Bugle
Cove, directly beneath an overhanging
birch. And from that stump they
plucked 37 spoon-hooks, spinners and
artificial flies!
London's Forbidden Gate".
There are two gates in London
which it is an honor equal to the star
of an order to be allowed to drive
through. One is the gate in the arch
of the Horse Guards and the other is
that of the Marble Arch. The Horse
Guards’ arch is guarded by a stalwart
trooper, who stands in the way of any
carriage that attempts to go through,
and should the occupant not have the
right to pass turns it back. The bish
op of London, it may be remembered,
was stopped once by a sentry, who did
not know that his lordship is one of
the privileged persons. When there
is any disputed claim, if the occupant
of the vehicle w-ho wishes to go
through the arch has patience enough
to wait he can remain until one of the
high court officials has given his de
cision according to immemorial cus
tom. —London Telegraph.
Shore Llthl*.
Lighthouses and lightships dot the
coast of Great Britain at the rate of
one to every 14 miles.
Start The New Century Right!
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out of date farm .mplements. What’s the use, when
our prices on up-to-date implements are so low ?
for quality and durability, has been given
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good enough for our customeis.
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but which are really inferior.
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