Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-07-23
PART |.
The Stars Disappearance.

Downstairs, In the visitors room OF
che University hospital, which stank
of iodoform, Iris Ford, manager of
the Giant.killers, waited uneasily. Up
stairs, reposeful as betitted the true
scientist, the resident bacteriOlogist
squinted through his microscope. Be-
fore this revealing instrument, on
hanging drop slide, was liquid glob-
ule Of boullon taken from culture
of typhoid bacilli.
Keenly the disease detective OBJ
served the care-free bacteria In their
native sports. Some Of the wrigglers
INDUCED In continuous round OF
somersaults. Others tore through
space and looped the loop as though
riding invisible monoplanes. Those
more socially inclined tangoed In
pairs. But not one bacillus was
static. All were In turmoil. The Gull
ture was good"
With almost cruel cunning the ba-
Gillian expert precipltated tiny guam
tity of blood solution into a minute
amount of the culture, and deity
transferred the combination drop to
fresh slide.
The base Of the solution used was
the blood Of Bill Dart pitching main
stay Of the Giant-killers.
Curlously the resident bacteriologist
awaited results. In five minutes there
was to be noted a gradual quiescence
In the movements of the wrlgglers.
They ceased their mad pranks and set
tied down as IL overtaken with languor.
One by one the bacilli became abso-
lutely static, curling up In groups and
going to sleep In conglomerate mass,
like so many young pups. In a quar-
ter Of an hour there was not sign
OF life. The bacteriologist had brought
his experiment to successful conclu-
sion.
An inferno came to iris Ford and
reported. The manager of the Giant
killers got n dose Of heavy language,
in which emphasis was laid on "Widal
reaction" and positive" There was
something assertivey final about the
surprisingly Ineligible medical term
positive"
"You mean he's got it?" asked Ford.
The inferno ma estically inclined his
head. "There Is not shadow Of
doubt. A positive reactlon-typhoid."
"A light or a mild case?-suppose
you can't tell2"
"Not with certainty, Of course. But
the bacteriologist Informed me that
the behavior of the bacllli after the
mixture of the blood solution and the
culture would indicate a pronounced
type of typhoid, probably a severe
case"
"Poor BILL" said Iris, half to him
self. Then In tone Of authority he
addressed the inferno: Everything
is to be done to make Mr. Dart COM
Portable and to get him well. Don't
try to save nickel. Our club will
stand 1t. I'll call again soon. Good
day"
Walking to the trolley, iris Ford
came to three important conclusions:
First--To count Bill Dart out for
the entire season mot fortnight old)
and recast his campaign without TAX
ing his most valued pitcher into ac-
count.
Second-To write to the surgeon
general, United States army, and learn
all about the incubation Of officers |
and enlisted men as preventive of |
typhoid fever.
Thlrd-To go In search Of Barney |
Larkin, who was touted as the great
est left-hander outside the breast
works of organized baseball.
Like the manager In the war game,
Iris Ford believed In preparedness. |
He was almost invariably forearmed. |
But he wasn't prepared for the trick |
played him by criminally negligent
city which harb0red water supply |
devoted to the propagation of typhoid
bacllli. Otherwise be wouldn't have
thought for one moment Of hltchlng up |
with two yards and fifteen stone of
human trouble, even though said |
trouble did boast phenomenal fast
hill and beautiful control-"control'
~ tho man hut Of thp hill