The Washington times., 1936-02-29
CHAPTER I

you 10 say, Pk1OOASA ~ UAAS S@A
The audience in the little mag
lstrate's court in the Paris Of 1860
leaned forward eagerly to catch
the reply Of the middle-clasS
tradesman who stood between two
RendarmeS facing the silk-robed
Judge. -.
1T was not murder. It was but
iuStice!" exclaimed the defendant.
''Dr. Frederic wronged me! He
killed my wife!"
There has been no such show
ing" the magistrate said. HOW
did the doctor kill your wife?"
"He killed her through his care
lessness- ss-his dirty hands, his dirty
instruments. She died Of child
bed fever. He caused it."
PASTEUR WANING
'But you can't blame q ply
Sician for that"
Cant you?" shouted the de-
Hendant. "Here-read this!"
He tossed to the judges desk a
pamphlet whose first page read:
DOCTORS! SURGEONS!
Wash your hands
Boil your instruments
Microbes cause Disease.
Louis Pasteur."
The magistrate looked casually
through the booklet for q moment,
then threw it aside.
This prisoner is mad" he said
"Lock him up"
Mad? That, indeed, seemed to
be a widespread belief as to the
condition, also, Of Louis PaSteur,
author of this pamphlet and OF
many other radical utteranceS OF
the day. The physicians Of Paris,
almost to a man, ridiculed his
theories, paid no attention to his
advice. Seriously, many sought
his Punishment from the city.
why, he isn't even . doctor
Sire? He is q mere. chemist" DR.
Charbonnet, court physician. was
discussing Pasteur with Napol'
con III, Emperor Of France. "You
may recall that q few years ago
he was the cause Of a slight con
troverSy on the subject Of sour
wine. :"
"Ah, yes. I recall" the Emperor
interrupted. "He claimed to have
found little animals in tin
finiteSimal beastS-but are there
such creaturesS Do they really
exiSt?"
CHAPTER II
Louis PaSteur bent over the
ahoulder Of his chief assistant,
Emile RouX, In his laboratory IN
the basement Of his home in Rue
d'Ulm. He was in his middle
thirties, a man Of quick, agile
movements.
Pasteur looked into the micro.
scope. "The fiftyeighth test
slide, and yet we have not de.
finitely isolated the germ Of
childbed fever" he said wearilyD
"But wen keep it up. Roux,
Remember our aim: find the
= microbe- the microbe"
There was G. knock ct the Ia
boratory door. Marie, PaSteur's
wife, entered in high excitement,
She carried an envelope bearing
the royal arms Of the Emperor
Of France. It was an invitation
"a command, indeed-for the
scientist to attend a reception
= that night at the Palace.
EMPEROR DOUBTS
"The Emperor" exclaimed Pas
teur. Marie il I can only con
vince his Majesty"
But that was not to be. So
intense was the chemist in his
opening explanations Of his mi
= crobe theory to Napoleon, that
the Emperor, well-balanced
though he was, believed theil
:. might be O trace Of madness
about the man, as DR.. Charbon
= net had more than once sug
gested.
: "Pasteur, in the preservation Of
wine and beer you have been Of
service to France. We appreciate
that. In the future, confine your
self to that work. If you have
- any more theories to offer you
will, before publishing them, pre-
90 sent them in writing to the
Academy Of Medicine, which is
- the proper guardian Of our ma
tional health"
CHAPTER III
Long forgotten, in Paris, was the
narae Of Louis Pasteur by the time
= the year 1870 rolled around to
France. The Franco -PruSSian wal
= was Just over. The nation was a
republic. Gone was Napoleon III,
and in his place was the first
c. President, Louis Adolphe Theirs
'Missieurs," he was telling his
80 Council, "you are aware Of the
conditions upon which Bismarck
= has consented to withdraw his
- armies from our land-we forfeit
. Alsace-Lorraine and we must pay
an immediate indemnity Of five
billions Of francs. The question is
- how are we to raSe such q Stagger
ing sum?"
The Finance Minister shook his
head gravely. Industry is at 9
Standstill- are being neg
lected-a devastating plague des
troyS our cattle at o cost Of mil
lions yearly. NY efforts to raiSE