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Y0RKVILLE, ENQUIRER. X89UED SEHI-WEEKLt. l. k. oeist's 80KB, PobiMm. } ' % Jfamiln gemftjitr: 4or th< promotion of th< $o!ttioal, Social. ^jriipiltoipl and Commntial Interests of ftt< |toj!<. {m,?ai!K,4. nii iimVANa Established 185S. == YORKVILLE, 8. C., TUESDAY, MARCH 16, 1909. ISTO. 22. HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH 1 Heron' I ? 3 By ETTA A i m IAH AHA HAH AHA HAH AHA HAH CHAPTER I. Hazel Speak*. It was an iron gate, set in a boundary-wall of faded brick and crumbling mortar?an ugly, rusty gate, as tall as a man's head, and securely locked. The passer-by could see little of the domain which lay beyond it, for a screen of unpruned trees, tawny now with Autumn tints, bristled the entire length of the wall, and Intercepted the view from the street. The place lay on the outskirts of a small New England town, not many miles inland. The time was 9 o'clock of a raw October morning. Rain had fallen the previous night, and a heavy mist still curled and clung in the yellow treetops. Some English sparrows were drinking from the pools about the Iron gate; their saucy chirping, and the moisture dripping monotonously upon the bricks, alone broke the silence. a wnm?n RnDeared in the OUUUCllij a " w wet road, gliding into view along the line of the wall, like a creature of the fog?chilly, noiseless. She was of medium height and slender build. She wore a gray straw bonnet, a waterPro?i?BBnent of tlje same color, and * a Her hands, small and lad^Bk^^re incased in gray gloves. She j$?ei^r*iear to the gate, scattering the ?arrows in a whirring panic of neutral ftnted wings. Cautiously she lifted a corner of her veil, and looked around. "*N"This is the place," the strange woman muttered; "surely this is the place!" to ?hiia revealed, had the nvt 4MW, ? stamp of thirty years upon It. It was of a long:, oval form and a dull opaque whiteness. The yellowish eyes were set too close to th^fbse for beauty: the nose itself was thin and long, the chin slightly prominent. She took firm hold of the gate, and tried to push it back. "Locked!" she said, then flattened her long, pale face against the iron bars, and looked through Into the Inclosed space beyond. What did she see? A weed-grown walk, stretching under neglected trees, some badly kept grass plots, a sheet of stagnant, willowbordered water, on the surface of which a flotilla of dead, drowned leaves rotted, and a small, melancholy house, sta..Jing on the brink of that same water, with dormer-windows in Its root and a porch above the door. A dreary little hermitage. Even through. the mist the woman could see that It was old and dilapidated, and that It had the appearance of slinking out of sight, like a frightened thing, behind the row of willows. Her yellow eyes roved greedily over the small house and its surroundings. * She shook the gate with noiseless vehemence. "You. In there," she muttered, "you who live behind bolts and bars, here's a message for you?come and pick it up! Come quickly, for God knows you have no time to lose!" She drew a slip of paper from her pocket, and pushing her arm through '* Anno, it qa far as she me rusij eaic, uu?e .? ? ? ? could Into the weed-grown walk of the garden. Like a bird of omen It fluttered for an instant in air, and alighted a yard or two away in a drift of frost-bitten leaves. Then the woman turned to go. But a feverish curiosity was upon her. Who would come to pick the paper up? She went off a few steps, but wheeled quickly and returned to her post, peering in again at the neglected garden? at the ^i,low"'r'n8e<* water?at the lonely cottage with the dormer-windows, all dim and dubious in the fog. Nobody stirring there yet? Yes. A door opened, and a figure came out of the small house?a female, in the garb of a servant, with a basket on her arm. She shuffled down the sodden path toward the gate, and the woman in gray stood motionless, almost breathless, watching her approach. Patty Swan, the servant, drew near to the paper, 'touched it with her coarsely shod foot, then stooped and pldked it up. The next Instant her keen, suspicious gaze alighted on the stranger who was staring in upon her from the street. Patty bristled like an angry* hen. "Who are you, and what do you want here?" she demanded. Without a word the gray woman stepped back from the gate, dropped - * J ner veil, ana vamsnea stuuuu mc ner of the brick wall. In a flutter of excitement Patty Swan turned about, and retraced her steps up the walk, to the melancholy little cottage, where I, Hazel Ferrers, the heroine of this history, sat in a room opening on the porch, reciting my morning lessons to the only teacher I had ever known?my beautiful young mother. I see It all again, as I write?the low walls, the shabby furniture, the meagre fire in the grate, the round table strewn with books, and above all, my mother, as she sat by my side in that little room, helping me with a tiresome French exercise. She wore a black gown of inexpensive material?she always wore black, which served to accentuate the marble whiteness of her skin. On this side of heaven I shall never see a lovelier face. The features were cut like an old cameo. Rich masses of red-gold hair crowned the deer-like head. She had the look and bearing c* t princess, but in her brown eyes lurked the mournful, far-off look which is said to forebode an early death. The shadow nt cMmA crAflt trouble hune UDon her. Young as I was, I had long felt that we were living under a cloud at Lake Cottage. Patty Swan sometimes hinted as much to me. "A11SS 1-iazei, you are HOI line Uinri children," she would say, "and your mamma is not like other mammas. Lord help you both!" This Invocation puzzled and annoyed me by its frequency. "Wouldn't you like to have the Lord help you. too, Patty?" I demanded with some asperity. "Yes," she answered, "seeing as AXA * * AKA HAH AaU KA* AKA SWIFE. ! _ I V. PIERCE. 5 5 AXA *A* AKA AtAX AKA atAat AatA I II am set to watch over you and your mamma, I'll own that I've great need of Him." As my mother and I sat struggling with a French verb, we heard that good creature's step In the porch; and instantly she was at the door, her face full of vague alarm. "Such a queer thin? has happened, ma'am," she said to my mother. "When I got to the gate Just now, there was this bit of paper in the walk, and there was a strange woman, too, standing and staring In at me, like a born nat'ral. I asked what she wanted, and she never answered a word, but turned and went off like a shot." With a surprised air, my mother put down my French grammar and took the paper which Patty held out. I hurried to her side, and we both saw that the sheet contained one word?only one?written In a female hand: "Released!" So far as I could comprehend, there was nothing alarming In the dissyllable; but my mother stared blankly for a moment, and then fell back in her chair, with the pallor of a deadly fear on her face, "Patty," she gasped, "what was the woman like?" "She was dressed all in gray, ma'am, and wore her veil down?an ordinarylooking party. I never set eyes on her before." "Patty!"'?my mother's voice was 8harp with terror?"our day of safety in this place is over. We must leave at once; we must seek another shelter." As I leaned against her side, 1 could hear her poor heart thumping like a triphammer. Patty, to my surprise? for she was not an emotional creature ?burst into tears. "Oh, my dear, dear mistress," she cried, "where will we go?"?where can we hide? I know what you mean. The Beast is out of his cage!" My mother sat staring blankly, and answered not a word. "And being out," continued Patty, "he is free to track us to this place, ma'am, and devour us all. I haven't forgot his old threats; no more have you." By a great effort, my mother regained her self-control. "Hush, Patty; you frighten Hazel!" she" said, with dignity. "We cannot talk of this matter now. Stop crying and go about your errands. Tou have trades people to see in the town? purchases to make." ' "How can I leave you alone, ma'am?" ?Vk-J "How m n I know that SOUUCU X QHJ . ...? you will be safe while I am gone? Let me send this very minute for the police." My mother took her servant by the hand and led her out of the door. I heard a murmur of voices; then I saw Patty go off down the walk, with her basket In hand. My mother returned to her place at the table, and picked up my French grammar as though nothing had occurred. The incident had put me out not a little. I was both terrified and curious. "Mamma," I stammered, "Is it true that there is a Beast out of a cage coming to devour us?" She hesitated a moment, then drop ped her book, and turning1, tnrew neri white arms passionately around me. I "That was one of Patty's foolish figures of speech, darling. Do not think of it again." "But what does 'Released' mean mamma?" I persisted. "And why must we go away from Lake Cottage, where we have always lived ?" She shuddered, and clasped me closjer. "I have an enemy, Hazel, who has sworn to do me great evil. To him I already owe unspeakable things; but for him you and I would not today be alone and unprotected in the world. For ten years I have lived at peace here in Lake Cottage, knowing that my foe was behind strong walls, powoxtoaa tn u.-r>rU mft further harm. But that word 'Released* was written to warn me that he Is'again at large; that my day of security Is over?my hiding-place known; that It Is necessary for me to be on my guard. Oh, my darling, we must now leave Lake Cottage, because it is no longer safe for us to remain here." My fair young mother had always seemed to me the most angelic?the most adorable of beings. Dropping my face on her soft, white neck, I could only cry out in dismay: "Who can be your enemy, mamma? Who would do you harm?" Her eyes darkened, like a lake overshadowed by tempest. Some vision of dread had suddenly arisen before her. "It is a long story," she shuddered, "and too terrible for a child like you to hear. In the years to oome you will know all, Hazel. Meanwhile, you understand, do you not, that danger threatens us, and that we, like all weak, defenseless creatures, must arise and fly before it?" "Yes, mamma," I answered, with a creeping chill?a sudden sinking of heart?"I understand." CHAPTER II. Hazel Speaks. All interest In my lesson was over for that day. By the time I was released from studv. Pattv returned from the town. She looked flushed and disordered, as though she had lost no time on the road. "Goodness knows I haven't stopped to draw a full breath, through fear of what might happen In my absence, ma'am." I heard her say to my mother. "You have seen nothing to alarm you on the way, Patty?" my mother quer led, with a slight tremor in her voice. "No, thank the Lord!" replied Patty. We dined early. After the meal I was allowed to go out for my daily airing in the garden. The mists had vanished, the sunshine glistened on the yellow leaves and the stagnant water bordered with willows. I sat down on a rickety bench among the dilapidated beds of our ill-kept garden, and looked at the cottage. It was a small, stuffy affair, with chimneys that smoked, and walls that reeked with dampness. I was eleven years old, but I had never known any other home. I could count on my fingers the times that I had been permitted to go outside the Iron entrancegate. Patty purchased all the necessities of the household. My mother and I made no visits, received no visitors. Hermits In a cell never lived more isolated. Now, for the first time, I comprehended the secret of this seclusion, and why I had no playmates, no pastimes?why my mother, In spite of her beauty and youth, was always sad. Plainly the Beast of Patty's figurative speech?that mysterious foe, whose existence I have never suspected till today?was the cause of It all. I sat digging my toes into the wet earth and meditating'. I had read 01 fathers In books. Where was mine? I had not the slightest memory of htm, nor could I recollect that anybody had ever mentioned his name in my presence. Was he living or dead? Dead, of course, and to his non-existence my mother and I owe our present defenseless state. "I must ask mamma to tell me about my ffcther," I thought; then I heard the voice of Patty, shouting: "Miss Hazel! Miss Hazel!" She came flying through the withered flower-stalks, her skirts pinned up about her stout person, a feather duster In her hand, with which she beckoned me from afar. "Hurry, miss!" she cried. "There's a visitor In the parlor. Your Aunt Ferrers has come!" Aunt Ferrers! Who was she? I had never heard of such a person. "I have no aunt," I answered. "Patty, what can you be thinking about?" The faithful creature looked all awry and full of excitement She grasped and dragged me off the bench. "Gracious me! miss, here are three of us at Lake Cottage?how do you suppose we live? On air? Money must come from some quarter?your Aunt Ferrers provides It. Often you have seen me bring letters to your mamma; well, your Aunt Ferrers wrote 'em. For years and years she has supported us all from her own allowance. Your poor mamma was educated for the life of a lady. She can no more earn her own living than a babe In arms. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, the rent of Lake Cottage, all come from your Aunt Ferrers. She's the one only friend that has stood by your mamma through good report and evil." All this, while she dragged me forward with one hand, and brandished that duster with the other. "Patty," I asked, "when did my father die?" and was he very, very poor, that he had to leave mamma and me to Aunt Ferrers's charity?" Patty stopped and stared, as though her breath had been suddenly knocked out of her. "Heaven- above!" she gasped. "You dreadful child, who told you that you ever had a father? Don't go to mention him in your mamma's hearing, or * J II you'll see her drop aeaa as a uuur-imu. Mind, now! You may talk of anything on the earth, or under the earth, miss, but never?never of your father! There, come along. I always did believe in special providences. The Lord himself must have sent Miss Ferrers to us this day." I suffered Patty to lead me into the house. On a sofa, in our shabby parlor, I found a visitor?the first that I had ever seen at Lake Cottage. She was a small, wrinkled, white-haired lady, plainly dressed, but with an unmistakable air of birth and breeding. My mother sat beside her, holding her hand. Both had been crying bitterly Patty drew me forward to the sofa. "This is the child, ma'am," she said; "her mother's image, as you can see.' Then Patty went out, closing the door softly after her, and Aunt Ferrers snatched me to her heart and covered me with kisses. | "Oh, Constance,' sne sum iu III J | mother, "she is lovely?lovely! And to think that your father has never yet seen her! It is too cruel! You asked just now how I dared brave his displeasure by coming here today. The need was too urgent for me to think of consequences. A crisis is approaching. Something must be done, and immediately, to bring this child and her grandfather, together." The tears stood in my mother's beautiful eyes. "How can that be?" she answered, breathlessly. "He has disowned me? cast me off; forbidden me ever to see him more. He would not receive my child. "But he must! he must!" cried our visitor. "It is your only hope, Con stance. Your daughter is his heiress. Shall we let her rights slip from her, and make no effort to save them? Hl? will is written; he has given everything to that young Francis Heron. We have no time to spare. We must act promptly or all is lost, and forever." My mother grew deadly pale. "I care little for his wealth, Aunt Helena; it is my old place in his heart that I regret. Sometimes my punishment seems greater than I can bear. You alone have made it possible for me to live. But for you, I must have perished long ago, and my child with me. What would you have me do? What can I do? My father has become as Hint to me. He vows never to see my face more. He sends me back my letters unopened. He forbids me ever again to call him father." "Yes, yes," sighed Aunt Helena, "I know he is very bitter against you, Constance. It is your child?your child, on whom my hopes rest. She cannot be held responsible for the past disobedience of her mother, and could he once look upon her, he would no 11 fo T f io not in IU11&C1 l CIMUIII uuuuiuvv. ?v ? ... human nature to withstand such a face. She will surely soften his hard heart. After all, he is not stone, but flesh and blood, like ourselves." My mother sprang up from the sofa, and began to pace the floor in great agitation, her black dress trailing behind her over the well-worn carpet, a scarlet fever-spot burning in the soft oval of her cheek. "Do you think it possible," she said, "that my father would consent to see Hazel?" "Consent? Never!" answered our visitor. "She must be presented to him without that preliminary." "Oh!" "Don't hesitate, Constance! Tour child's Interests must be our first thought. Will you see the Ferrers fortune pass from the rightful heiress to an alien, like Heron, without protest? Dangers are closing about you on all sides." "True," murmured my mother. She sat down again with an air of resignation. "I will do anything that you may think good," she said. "Then tomorrow," replied Aunt Ferrers, "I will come for Hazel?I will carry her to town, and present her to her grandfather. Doubtless he will be very angry with me, but that does not signify. The will In Francis Heron's favor must be changed. Think or it:? should Judge Ferrers die suddenly, that boy would Inherit everything; should I die suddenly, you would be thrown friendless, penniless upon the world, Constance, for, as you know, I have nothing beyond the allowance which your father is pleased to give me." "And which you have, for the past ten years, divided with me," said my mother. The tears stood In Aunt Ferrers's gentle eyes. "Is not the situation very grave?" she asked. "Yes, yes. Do as you will, Aunt Helena?only promise to bring Hazel safely back to me." Aunt Ferrers smiled sadly. "Have no fear. However hard of heart your father may be, he will do the child no harm. She has wonder- : fulIv era vp wise eves. Can vou make * ? -? - her comprehend the Importance of the part she Is to play, as mediator betwixt you and the grandfather she has never seen ?" "She will comprehend It," sighed my , mother. "She Is very bright and quick." "And now," said Aunt Ferrers, with a sudden change of voice, "let us talk of your personal safety, Constance. Oh, my poor girl, Patty- tells me that you received a fright thls/>hiorning. and?a warning!" "Yes," assented my mother. Then she looked at me, and put her finger on her Hp. A few moments later Patty was called to take me away, and I heard no more of the conversation. At the end of an hour, Aunt Ferrers departed. Patty, key In hand, escorted her to the gate. As I stood at a window, watching the two vanish beyond the willows, my dear mother came softly to my side, and put her arms ' around me. "There are some things that I must explain to you, Hazel," she said. "Not very far away I have a father living, whom I love with my whole heart. But long ago?before you were born, dear ?I disobeyed him, and he has never forgiven me. He Is a stern man, and | I grieved and angered him greatly." ! She shuddered. "He has never seen me since the day I left his house?he has never seen you." She bent low, stifling a sob in my thick curls. "Tell me more, mamma," I entreated, my heart burning within me. "Tomorrowr" Atmt Ferrers will take you to your grandfather's house. You must try to soften his heart toward ( me, your unhappy mother. You are my ambassador, Hazel. Everything aepenas upon you now. un, my mining, can I trust you?" "Yes," I answered, stoutly: "I will do the best I can. What is my grandfather like? Where does he live?" "You will know all that tomorrow." "Are you afraid of him, mamma? Is he the Beast who wants to devour us? Did he send the gray woman to throw that paper into our garden?" "Oh, no!" gasped my mother, trembling. "What put that thought in your head? Your grandfather maybe hard and stern, but he would do us no physical harm. Do you fear to approach him, Hazel? Does your heart fail you? I will not"?with a wan smile?"send you into the lion's den against your will." "No, mamma?I have no fear," I answered. "For your sake, more than for mine, I wish you to go, to him. He is rich and honored?he can shelter and keep you when I am dead?he can save you, if he will, from all the want and sorrow and despair with which I have been overwhelmed. I will not ask his forgiveness for myself, if only he will take you to your rightful place in his home and heart. Let him be just to my innocent child, and I will be con tent to remain In exile." Her words disturbed me sorely. "I do not want to live with my grandfather!" I cried; "and why do you talk of dying, mamma?" A wild sunset, flaming across the window, cast a curious livid light upon her face. Her eyes looked down on me, large and strange and solemn. "Of late," she whispered, "I have been tormented with evil dreams, dear ?frightful, sinister dreams! Night after night, I see you cast friendless on the world?night after night, I see myself lying In a narrow coffin, unable any more to shield or guide you. This Is why I send you to your grandfather, Hazel. God grant that he may receive you kindly! He Is your natural guardian?able to protect you against all enemies. However short my own life may be?however dark the doom which may wait for me in the future?with him you will be safe." To be Continued Bible In Hotels.?An organized movement to olace a Bible in the rooms of every hotel In the United States was formulated some time ago at a meeting of the "Gideons," an organization of Christian traveling men, according to C. T. Powers of St. Louis, Mo, "Of the 600,000 and more traveling men in this country," continued Mr. Powers to a Washington Post reporter, "3,000 only are Gideons, and yet it is the largest mission effort ever organized that does Its work at Its own expense and asks no help from the churches. We have begun this crusade to place Bibles in the hotels throughout the country in the interest of those who might, if given the opportunity, be led by these simple means to turn from a life of unhappiness to one of usefulness. Many a young man and young woman, tempted almost beyond their strength, far from home and Christian influences, might have been saved at a crucial moment had here been an opportunity to read the living words of truth from the Book of God." Mr. Powers deplored the fact that among the people in general the traveling man is too often underrated and held up to the public view as a creature of low Intellect and uncertain morality. | Home Course In | Modei ? By C. V. GF \ XI.?BACTERIA?HOW THE] } Agricultural Division, I X Copyright, 1908, by Amerii We hear a great deal about bacteria, or germs, as they are more popularly th called, but few people know what they se really are. Although they are bo small mi that it would take several thousand to- ro gether to make a spot large enough to wl be seen with the naked eye, yet their th importance to the farmer is not meas- ' ured by their size. do Bacteria are tiny plants, each com- er; posed of a single cell. These cells are be of various shapes and sizes. Some to are round, some long and some shaped mi like a corkscrew. oome are found sh singly and some in groups. Some can- ml not move at all, some move by twist- wl Ing themselves about, and still others of have long, tail-like flagella by which cl< they move themselves along. lni Bacteria are made up of a clear, sa Jellylike material called protoplasm, be This protoplasm is surrounded by a bu harder cell wall. There Is a great dif- ro ference in the thickness of these cell walls, and on this thickness depends to eri a large extent the ability of the germs pi; to withstand unfavorable conditions, hi) Those with thin cell walls can be kill- ou sd easily, while the thicker walled ge kinds are very difficult to exterminate, no I ? i-r^l ** th FIG. XXI?SOME TYPES OF BACTERIA. g Bacteria propagate themselves by ar dividing. One cell divides into two. ar Each of these two grows to full size pe and divides again, and so on. Under T1 favorable conditions this process may di| be repeated every half hour. At thii| > rate the descendants or one gernjr would In ten hours number more thaC^jL a million. At times the part of the protoplasm of a germ will gather into a round, comparatively hard mass, called a spore. The ' the ?ell then crum bles away. TSt spore is inactive, but possesses muj^greater powers of resistance than when in the active state. Ul These sports oftah remain alive to Qu start the infection afresh after the la] active bacteria have all been killed by , disinfection^ - ? ?t- . ^ . Bacteria, like higher plants, have ^ definite requirements for growth. One ln of the most important of these is molsture. Drying will not kill bacteria, but a? it will stop their multiplication. An- do other essential to bacterial growth is th warmth. Cold, like dryness, will not * by kill them, but it win siop uem uvm multiplying:. This Is the reason that ^ the souring of milk or the spoiling of pr meat, which is caused by bacteria ne goes on much more slowly or not at all when they are kept In a cold place. ln One of the principal foods of bacteria is nitrogen. Without It they can- 80 not live. Because of this fact sugar be and lard, which contain no nitrogen, pc never spoil. Bacteria also require oxy- 1)1 gen, though only certain species are an dependent on the air for their supply. One of these is the kind that causes meat and vegetable to decay. This fri is why canned fruit and vegetables do 08 not spoil. The bacteria have been m killed and the oxygen driven off by heating. The few germs that do get ln before the can is sealed up cannot de- pe velop for lack of air. If the can Is not <*1 air tight, however, some oxygen will ye find its way in, the germs will multl- th ply, and the contents will spoil. 8U Not all bacteria are Injurious. Al- UI though some of man's most deadly en- pc emies are found among these Invisible W) micro-organisms, yet many of them are his best friends. We have already ?' learned about the bacteria that live on " the roots of legumes and change the CI nitrogen of the air Intb a form in w which it can be used by plants. The or rotting of manure and trash to make en humus and of humus to make the ele- 'n ments of plant food available is also Wl due to the action of bacteria. In this re way bacteria, by making animal be wastes available for plant rood, com- -v plete the circle of plant and animal life. tw The putrefying bacteria, or those ^ which cause rotting, are more benefl- m cial than harmful. By their action na dead animals and other refuse matter tr( are quickly reduced to the elements T1 from which they were made. Even the 8,1 odor given off during the process is te also beneficial as a reminder that the matter of burying or burning has been neglected. Other micro-organisms in the form of yeast are a necessary help In breadmaking. The yeast plants, growing in the dough, set free considerable amounts of carbon dioxide. This gas ^ In trying to escape fills the dough with la: holes and spaces, making it "rise." of The bacteria which cause milk and cream to sour are also useful. Butter ]6| made from sweet cream Is lacking in m flavor, and there is not so much of it, or since the globules of butter fat do not collect as readily as In sour cream, re But, while the germs that cause milk Zt to sour are harmless, there are others gc often found In milk that are not. The dc first variety will always be plentiful enough anyway, and the others should ^ be kept down to as small a number as arj possible. lei One of the most important methods of doing this Is by cleanliness. The yj milk palls and strainers and the sepa rator should be thorougmy cieanea m every time they are used. Mere rlns- pe lng with cold water Is not enough. W( Following the ordinary washing by re scalding with boiling water Is the only Ci sure way of killing all tne germs, in QV cleaning dishes a brush is much better fo than a rag. since It can be more easily cleaned Itself. A dish rag remains damp for a long time after It has been th used and furnishes an excellent place w> for bacteria to grow. The "dish rag flavor" caused by these can often be pi detected In butter. tl< 5 * rn Agriculture. j legory, i ; f AFFECT THE FARMER. : owa State College. J 11 Mtn Press Association. X 0 w ? w w w W _ - u After the dishes have been*scalded ey should be placed Jn the sun for ; veral hours. There should be as n iich sunshine as possible in the milk ( om and cow stable also. Sunlight, iich is so necessary to the growth of e higher plants. Is fatal to bacteria. ? The stable where the milking is ' ne should be cleaned and aired ev- ^ y day. A coat of whitewash should & applied occasionally, as in addition e] being a good germ killer it also ikes the stable much lighter. Hay ^ ould not be fed immediately before liking, as the dust from it is covered th bacteria. The udders and flanks the cows should be kept perfectly c ;an. A little dirt failing from them to the milk will take with it thounds of germs. The milk should not u left In the barn after it is drawn, q it taken immediately to the milk om. b Many creameries and city milk deal- ^ 9 practice pasteurisation. This slmy consists in heating the milk to as trh a t?mni>nitun> an nosslble with t scalding' it. This kills most of the jj rms, and the few that are left will t] t develop rapidly enough to do much xm. In creameries a starter?that d a portion of milk which contains a ^ .rticular kind of bacteria?Is added ter pasteurization and the cream ^ en "ripened" for twelve hours or so. ^ r thus supplying germs which are ^ lown to produce desirable flavors and g lling the others, butter of very high ^ tality may be made. There are bacteria everywhere?in ^ e soil, in the air and in the water. r far the greater number of these e harmless. Even disease germs ^ e unable to obtain a foothold in a t rfectly healthy animal or person, le secretions of the mouth and the & festive organs are fatal to many r %9 ? I: ad c FIO. XXII?BOW SPORES ARB FORMED. 8 them. BWjS If they succeed in get- j lg into trcnlood they are not yet c it of danger The blood contains j i%e numbers of white corpuscles, p bteh seem to have no dpty to perrm buf tc^etze and tfStVoy' these t vaders. It is only when an animal ), comes weakened from one cause or a other that these corpuscles fail to j, \ their duty and the germs begin q elr destructive work. a The flrst step in avoiding infection c disease producing bacteria, then, ^ onlmola hoolthv hv IU ACCp CMC (M1UIHM0 fc?v "J oper feed, exercise and shelter. The t] xt point is to do everything possl- c e to prevent the germs from getting a to the animal's body. t, In case a contagious disease of any u rt appears the sick animals should g i shut up by themselves as far as a isslble from the rest of the herd. 0 slnfectants, such as coal tar dips id bichloride of mercury (one part y the chemical, two parts salt and g >00 parts water), should be used j, sely. Care should be taken not to a rry the germs from the sick anl- fl als to the well ones while caring for t] em. n Wounds, such as wire cuts, need es- j, dal care to prevent infection. Or- a nary dlnlsfectants are too Irritating t it something must be done to keep e bacteria from attacking the raw ^ irfaces. Keeplrfg the wound bound t > tightly and sprinkling daily with fl wdered iodoform Is one of the best a ays of insuring rapid healing. 8 The germ problem, like the problem g weeds and insects, is easily solved a it is gone at in the right way. n eanliness, sunlight and disinfection t 111 do much to hold the injurious ? ifes in check, and the others need no j icouragement to continue doing their j, visible thought none the less real t ork to help us. There is no especial j ason why the germ problem should i made a matter of constant uneasl- c (ss on the part of the farmer. It re- a ilres a scientist to discriminate be- c een bacteria that are Injurious and e ose that are necessary, and in the 0 eantlme it is sufficient for the ordiiry agriculturist to be diligent in in- j] inching himself behind cleanliness, tj ius fortified he will have little occa- c an to make a special study of bac- j, ria. Let the scientists do that. v To be Continued d . tl STRANGE HOSPITAL WORK. 8 b -eating Cases which Need More t] Than Pills and Potions. Twenty-one thousand new patients me to the out-patient department the Massachusetts general hospital r st year. Wherever among the stream a suffering humanity as It passes be- a re the doctors there is a case hav- t g a peculiarly different human probm. says the American Magazine, the ti an or woman is referred with a coled slip to the social service departent for human treatment, Just as he auld under other circumstances be r ferred to the surgical ward or the b tnder room or ordered to take baths. a "For some patients the best pre- , rlption Is a friend," as one of the >ctors put It. 3 Here are some quotations from the v ??AOA?lntln? Klonlrc mil tuiuicu picocii^uwu 0 hlch the doctors give to the patients, id which contain so little purely med- n al advice, so much human helpfuliss: "She is working too hard; needs adce as regards hygiene and diet." "An undernourished child who e ieds better and more food, which his h irents cannot afford." c "Patient says she must return to ork on account of finances. She a ally is not in condition to do so yet. n in you do anything for her?" A "Patient is completely run down, . erworked and played out. Cares r a large family. Needs rest." "Patient needs spring back brace, fonwAf notf frtr If " _ \_UU1IVJI (/OJ 1UI >. J. Curious complaints in a hospital, are ey not? Poverty, misfortune, over- L ork, large family, human tragedies, fi nd yet they have an intimate bear- q g upon health. If the patient Im- . oves he must have changed condi)ns. h HE MURDER OF CARNAGK. regress of the Trial of the Coopers and Shaipe. Nashville, Tenn., March 12.?The slxsen Inch gun of the defense's battery as trained upon the state today with illlng effect when Judge James Mc'orren Anderson began his argument 1 the Cooper-8harpe murder trial. Judge Anderson is not a dramatic rator and adopts no theatrical deices. He does not speak in metalorphos nor Indulge in sentimental ppeals. Only once did he refer to Colnel Cooper as "the old soldier" and ot once did be appeal to tne sympailes of the Jury. He boldly disclaimed any Idea of leading that any editorial or speech ould justify the slaying of Carmack, nd declared his clients' cafes rested slldly upon the first law Implanted In 11 living beings, the law of self-presrvatlon. Then he boldly plunged Into the disectlon of the evidence and the appllELtion of the law and startled his heart's by solemnly asserting that Robin rould have been justified in killing larmack before he did. He claimed that Colonel Cooper afjr having been assailed In print and pon the platform, had a right to seek ut his defamer at any place he might nd him and demand that the assaults e stopped. He claimed further that lobln had a right to go with his fathr and both of them had a right to go rmed, for their own protection, if they elleved their protestations and dernnds would lead to an assault upon hem. ? * ? ? f Vila Hffhf " flA iae law gave uniu wuw m"T ? ec tared, "whether Colonel Cooper hreatened Carmack's life or not And ven If Robin Cooper had gone over here and struck Carmack in the face rith his open hand he would have had he legal and moral right to have lcilld him, if the senator attempted to raw a revolver." Anderson declared this was the law, hat he quoted It merely to show how trongly the courts protect the right f self-defense and to make manifest lobin Cooper's reluctance to shoot unit he himself had been shot The speakqr grew weak about 4.30 nd asked a continuance until tomorow. The case will close tomorrow, nd McCarn will make the closing peech for the state. The judge will nen cnarge uie jury. Only a few people were In court /hen the Cooper trial was resumed. "I shall not delay you very long," leneral Washington promised as he tepped out before the Jury. "I want to direct your attention to ames C. Bradford. He enters the ase the morning of the tragedy at the iaxwell house, when the governor telehones him and at once bis good ofices are apparent In the effort to avert he tragedy. Yet these hungry, starvag lawyers for the prosecution, hungry nd starving for facts, would have you elieve that this splendid lawyer, this Christian gentleman, this scion of an rlstocratic old family, suddenly beame a raging he-devll, thirsting for loo'd and plotting murder." General Washington read a part of he testimony of John J. Vertrces, coneraing the conversation with Bradford bout the note Cooper had written a Carmack. He argued that every ne of Vertrees' testimony proved that Iradford's one object was to prevent ny kind of trouble. Then he passed n to Adjutant General Brown. "If you were to look back years ago, ou would hear the roar of artillery, ee serried lines. The ammunition is exausted, the fate of the day is at stake; beardless boy, mounted on a foamecked horse rides gladly down the he line, haversack loaded with ammuitlon, and saved the day for the men n gray. I tell you General Brown is s much, a hero as was Hobson. Yet hey say he lied. "And Miss Lee, she was in the ofice entertaining company. You get wo female stenographers on the same loor together, exchanging idle gossip, s they do, and I am not surprised that he didn't hear the telephone ring, ihe and Mrs. Blake were talking bout the kind of new hat that, that iew hat that " "We object to hat and wish to call Mr. Washington iack into record," said Gen. McCarn. udge Hart admonished Gen. Washmrton to keep within the record and he latter continued his attack upon llss Lee. In a falsetto voice he inulged in mimicry of two women. The rowd that lined up behind the defendnts previously referred to by Attorney reneral McCarn as "defendants rootrs," laughed repeatedly at the antics f the attorney. Judge Hart rapped for order, but he deputies made no effort to suppress he demonstration. These "rooters" limbed on the step to the bench, faced ury and apparently endeavored to coney their approval over Judges' shoulers to the twelve men who are trying he case. Judge Hart has repeatedly cared them off. When the laughter egan again this morning he cleared he steps again and ordered the depules to keep them cleared. General Washington once more eacnea me otiuai ouuui...0 messenger boy to help him to re-enct the tragedy. This was the third Ime the speaker has described the raged y. "You are Carmack," he exclaimed. Washington seized the automatic evolver and crouched down. The oy, frightened began to back away a Washington ad\'anced. The crowd lughed and the judge did, too. "A on who sees his father's enemy, reolver In hand, and does not kill that nemy as he would a mad dog, Is not it to be food for worms. "And Carmack fell dead," he said. "I do not care for all the montrositles in surgery that are reportd?men who have lived with bullets i the brain and heart and spinal ord. I do not care for such neophytes o r?r nioairntt' and others. I sav Car lack was dead the moment that the rst bullet entered his heart. "Now ;t's see where Robin Cooper was." He continued: "There Is no dispute as to where tobln stood. There Is rio dispute that larmack fired directly into Robin's nee. The deadly, bloodthirsty weapon 'armack thrust into the boy's face, he face of a boy who had supported ,1m and helped him. He fired twice. Thanlu to the thickness or Robins lie, the stiffness of his collar and thanks to fate. Robin was not to die. Ckrmack was astounded that the boy did not fall so he stepped back. If he did not kill with two shots he still had three left and he prepared to use them." After citlnr the law beailuf on the case, Washington said: "It is cowardly to creep behind houses and drop words of poison into Individual ears. It is not cowardly to go out into the sunlight, bare your breast and demand an interview that you have a right to ask why. Robin would have had the right to Id 11 Carmack on the Instant he made the step towards his father. No law compels a man to wait until his antogonlst is on superior or even equal terms with him. He may act first in consciousness of his own innocence of equal intent Every fact and circumstance in this caa? tends to show that Robin acted in this innocence of evil intent and be acted very magnanimously in not shooting when he received what he believed to be fatal." When Gen. Washington had con* eluded, a recess was taken. Arguments of Saturday. Nashville, Tenn., March IS.?Judge Anderson resumed his argument today, saying: "I left the Coopers and Garmack at the telephone posts yesterday. The state contends that CoL Cooper had no right to turn around and go over there to see Senator Carmack. I have shown you that he has a right And his intent was peaceful, for he went with hand extended. The state says: "Why did not you say your mission was peaceful?* because he did not have to. There is no law to compel you when you approach a man on the street to yell out that your mission Is a pacific one. "Again comes the state Inquiry: Then why did Senator Carmack open fire almost Instantly after he aaw Col. Cooper?* The state says It wta because Mrs. Burch, the colonel's daughter, sent word that *Papa la armed and threatening to kill Carmack on sight," and that this statement was communicated to Carmack. lira Burch's deductions, however, honestly made, hav? nothing to do with these defendants and they are not responsible for them," Anderson declared again that Carmack has no right to anticipate any trouble until .* Cooper's note actually had been received by him, and that the note had not been sent Thereto* he said Senator Carmack had no reason to draw a gun when the Coopers approached. Judge Anderson claimed that Mrs. \ Burch, the colonel's daughter, waa a state witness, and that the state should have used her if she knew anything pertinent about the case. "And now, gentlemen, I am going to quit The responsibility which has rested on me. Is passing to you. Tou know how handicapped we have been by the failure of the state-to offer any theory at all. But there Is one fact In this case, which cannot be controvert-' ed. And that Is that Senator Carmack drew a revolver first and fired first It cannot be disputed that Robin fired only when he had to. I feel safe in the result gentlenfen, I leave It to you." Attorney General McCarn began his closing argument at once. He remarked In opening that he waa not "arguing the case of Robert Love Taylor against E. W. Carmack," or "the case of M. R. Patterson against E. W. Carmack." "Washington talked so much about bee martins and sparrows that Joe Garner actually went to rooat on a tree last night, and thla morning he did not know whether to go to pecking at eagles or fly from limb to limb, so we clipped his wings and brought him here." "They say the state has no theory. When your old dad took you out to lick you, did you ever know what his theory was? and did he ever ask for yours? No, be Just decided from the proof that you were guilty and lit into you. We have no theory, we Just have the proof." "They prate of the blue blood and ancestry of these defendants. It always amuses me the way these fellows with blue blood and ancestors always think of those ancestors when they are brought to face with the law. Tet Judge Anderson made a great speech, the only real law speecn in uhb suiu He took what testimony he liked from the state and what he liked from the . defense, and he asked you to acquit on that argument." Gen. McCSarn then took the first edi- _ torial to which Cooper objected from the News-Scimitar. "That editorial warf not written by Carmack and they knew it. They Introduced it for one purpose, and that was because it attacked Governor Patterson, and they hoped to reach you men on the Jury who are and were supporters of the governor. "Gen. Meeks said 'don't sue a man for libel because all you can get will be a Judgment not worth a chew of tobacco.' That is funny advice for a lawyer to give. A Judgment against a poor man, which he cannot satisfy, is more humiliating to him than all the things he could say about you." "And then comes the editorial of D/<tnhi>p 91 Thin odltriHol rofarn In the trading of Bryan for Patterson and mentions Cooper's name with others. It had a right to do It. What If one of them were a dive keeper, we know he was In politics. Cooper says he was In politics." Then Gen. McCarn got after the American, which, he said, was the Cooper organ. "There Is one so-called high class Journal here,"' he said, "which dally writes editorials tearing to pieces men who go upon the stand and tell the truth. Young women are not secure from these attacks neither are mere children. That Is all right, but we . must not criticise Col. Dune Cooper, he's a spark from the expiring embers of the old southern chivalry. 'We will attack whom we please, but no one must attack Dune Cooper.' Now Isn't that a nice theory for a high-class newspaper? "Next we find the editorial of October 23, which attacks the machine, and It does not mention Col. Cooper's name. tsui ne got inau. "Then comes the editorial of November 8, 'Across the Muddy Chasm'?the reconciliation of Cox and Patterson. [Continued on Second Pace.]