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About The news. (Cartersville, Ga.) 1901-1901 | View Entire Issue (April 26, 1901)
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! Don t try to get along with those old fashioned, 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 the machinery which we sell and recommend, “Tried and true” makes are the only ones good enough for our customeis. ft a II HUT Y UANTITY. That is the problem which has long confronted us. You see there are so many goods which may look all right but which are really inferior. "Wo Have Solved It. We never sacrifice quaiily but buy in such large lots that we can afford to sell at very low prices. is the one who is sure to make a success of his season’s labor. Our customers cannot but do so, for feed saving Crop Making Farm Machinery is the only kind we sell. THE HOUSE THAT SAVES YOU MONEY. KNIGHT HARDWARE CO H|Ww y THE PRACTICAL FARMER
