Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 229, 12 August 1916 — Page 11

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. AUGUST 12. 1916

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The Sandman Story for Tonight

Once upon a time a woodchopper lived in the center of the great forest with his wife and two children. The home was neat, the wife a happy woman, who made the place cheery and set a good table for her family, while both children were industrious and obedient. Yet Jans, the father, was discontented. 'One morning he stood on the very top of the mountain chopping away at a big oak. Below he could see the castle of a great lord, the wide fields with waving crops and herds of cattle, the villages busy with active life. "How happy the lord must be," grumbled Jans as he rested a moment on his ax. When Jans turned to swing his ax again at the tree he was surprised to find standing by it a thin, old man dressed in gray, with a long beard reaching to his knees. "Woodman," sighed the old man, "you are about to chop down the home in which I have lived for 2,000 years. If you will spare this tree I will grant any wish you may make. Only the condition must be that you first carefully investigate the wish." "I agree at once," cried Jans in delight, "and I wish I could live a life just like that of the great lord "I believe he is a medicine-person," declared White Otter in amazement. "lie fights like a Sioux." replied Sun Bird. The sun had set already and the twilight shadows were reaching across the battle-field. As neither side showed signs of yielding, the lads believed that the fight would continue until dark. They saw many riderless ponies galloping wildly about the plain, and they knew that many warriors had been killed. Then the intrepid leader executed a clever flank manoeuver and threw his enemies into confusion. In another moment he had surrounded them, and his warriors charged furiously from all sides. A terrific hand to hand encounter followed. Then the enemy fled in wild disorder, with the victorious warriors in close pursuit. The Sioux watched them vanish over a swell of ground far to the north. They dared not leave their hiding place, for they knew that the victors would return to the battlefield to carry off their dead and wounded. Just before dark the lads saw them returning with many captured ponies. The Sioux waited until the night was well advanced and then they mounted their ponies and rode to the river. They believed that the victors were Pawnees, and they determined to re'lurn to the scene of the conflict the following day to learn the identity of the vanquished war party. "I am thinking about that man who rode the white pony," Said Sun Bird. "I believe he is a great war-chief, replied White Otter. Eager to learn the Identity of the rival war parties, the lads returned to the battle-field at daybreak. As the rode cautiously over the ridge from which they had watched the conflict, they came upon the grim evidences of the tragedy. The dead ponies and the little company of lifeless warriors presented a depressing spectacle. The Sioux advanced slowly with bowed heads, singing the low, mournful chant which their people sang whenever a war party returned with the bodies of those killed in battle. They had been taught to look upon the dead with respect and reverence, and they performed the solemn ceremony with sincere emotion. They stopped beside the first life less form and Razed thoughtfully into the upturned face. "It is a Cheyenne," Sun Bird said, Boberly. "They are brave warriors.

THE RED ARROW

of the castle at the foot of this mountain." "Well." replied the little gray man, "I will grant the wish if you will first go with me to examine into what you desire." With that the man touched Jans and he seemed to be as light as air and floating away hand in hand with the gray elf through the top of the trees. Presently he felt himself siuking through the roof of the castle and they stood in the bedroom of the lord. Yet no one seemed to see them. Servants stood about with discontented faces. On the handsome bed lay the great lord, his white face drawn with pain and his anxious eyes wandering about the room. "Oh! what would I give to be strong, to be able to walk up the mountain, to sleep well a night through, to eat a breakfast such as the woodchopper in the forest enjoys," sighed the lord. "All this magnificance only makes my sad life the harder to bear." Out of the room Jans and the little gray man slipped. They then walked into the kitchen and the stables and over the fields and saw that the servants were happier in their health and work than the rich man in his golden couch. Then Jans and the little man seemed to float away toward the

They are friends of my people. I am crying in my heart." It was the first time White Otter had seen these people, but he had often heard his grandfather speak of them. He knew that they had smoked the peace-pipe with several Sioux tribes, and he looked upon them as his brothers. "This thing has brought clouds into my heart. These brave men whom we see lying here are our brothers. We must know who killed them," replied White Otter. They rode silently about the battle-field, searching for a clue to the identity of the victorious war party, but all the dead were Creyennes. Then the lads realized that the victors had carried off their warriors. Therefore, as they saw no reason for lingering at the dismal spot, the Sioux turned their ponies toward the west and hurried away. They had gone scarcely an arrow-flight, however, when White Otter brought the piebald to a sudden stop and pointed toward a clump of bushes a short distance away. "There Is a warrior hiding in those bushes. I saw hi3 head!" he cripd. excitedly. "We will see," replied Sun Bird. The lads advanced cautiously. Once within bow-range they eheltercr themselves behind their pon ies and rode slowly around the bushes. They saw no evidence of any one hiding there, however, and Sun Bird wondered if White Otter's sharp eyes had played him a trick. Then something moved. As they rode nearer, a warrior rose to his knees and attempted to shoot an arrow at them. lie collapsed with the effort and fell into the bushes. "He is wounded," cried Sun Bird "I believe he is a Cheyenne!" The lads rode recklessly to the cover. As Sun Bird slid from his pony the wounded warrior made another futile attempt to defend himself. Sun Bird pulled the bow from his hand and threw him to the ground. Then White Otter dismounted and rushed to his friend's assistance. They recognized the man as a Cheyenne, and they attempted to convince him that they had no desire to harm him. "We are Sioux; we will help you," naid Sun Bird. It was evident that the Creyenne understood the words, for Mte challenge faded from his eyes and he ceased to struggle. Then they released his arms and sat down beside htm. One of his legs was useless, and they believed that he had

cottage in the woods. The woodchopper could see the smiling face of his wife bending over the soup pot, the little girl feeding the chickens, the big boy chopping at the sticks for the fire all were ! well and happy. In another moment the couple stood again at the foot of the big tree. "Do you still want your first wish carried out, Jans?" asked the gray elf. Jans hung his head in embarrassment. "I have no desire," he Stammered, "to change places with the great lord I see I have the happier lot. But there is one little wish I would like, if it is not against the rules." "It is against the rules of the Elves' association to grant two wishes," laughed the elf, "but as I know you intend to spare my tree anyway, I this time will make an exception and let you have another wish." "My little daughter has always wanted a white hen with a big black topknot on her head," said Jans, "and I believe that would be just what I had best wish for it would please her so much." Before Jans had ceased speaking he heard a clucking and there on the ground before him was a lovely snow white hen with a fluffy topknot; and she was not alone. All around her feet raced about a dozen tiny, beautiful little chickens just like their mother. "I think you will find your greatest happiness at home," remarked the gray elf as he gently put the hen and chickens in a bag. "And

been crushed beneath his pony. For a few moments he watched them in ' silence, his alert eyes noting every detail of their dress. At last he seemed to recognize them and his lace showed relief. He was a young man of splendid physique, and the lads looked upon him with pity. He was very weak, and he appeared to be suffering. While they were deciding the first thing to be done, the Cheyenne attempted to speak. Then he fell back in a swoon. 'Tome, we must carry this mar to the water," cried White Otter. They lifted him tenderly to the piebald, and White Otter mounted behind him. They rode very slowly, for they realized that every jolt increased the agony of the man they were endeavoring to assist. When they reached the river they placed him upon their buffalo robes. The sound of the water seemed to rouse him to consciousness, and he crawled forward and plunged his face into the icy current. It revived him, and he fell back upon the robes with a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, and the lads began to examine his injured leg. While they were at work, however, he raised his head and spoke to them. "The Sioux are friends; they have good hearts," he said weakly. Overjoyed to find that he spoke their dialect, the lads began to ply him with questions. They learned that the travelers were Pawnees. He said they had surprised a party of Cheyennes, killing several warriors and running off a number of ponies. Then the Cheyennes organized a war party and pursued them, and the conflict which the lads had witnessed was the result. Having learned this much, the Sioux asked him about the solitary horseman who had attempted to talk with them. They were sur prised to learn that he was a young Cheyenne who mistook them for members of his hunting party. Sun Bird smiled as he heard his conclusions verified. They also learned that soon afterward the Pawnees made their attack, and the Cheyennes supposed that the two unknown riders had led the war party on their trail. Then the lads told him of the company of horsemen who attempted to decoy them within range. He said they were Cheyennes. He was positive, however, that the riders who pursued them the previous day wore not his people. The lads feld confident, therefore, that those warriors were Pawnees. "You have told the thing as It is,"

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this gift to your daughter will bring all good luck." The beautiful chickens delighted the whole family. The chicks grew up and laid eggs that sold for a big sum, so that the child

Both Boys and Girls Will Enjoy This Story

said White Otter, turning to Sun Bird. They asked the wounded warrior how he had escaped. He said that in the thick of the fight his pony was killed, and in falling it crushed his leg. Unable to free himself, he feigned death. Then when the Pawnees rode away in pursuit of their foes he renewed efforts. At last he succeeded, and crawled Into the nearest cover. He hid until his enemies left the battle-field with their dead and wounded. Then he made many futile attempts to drag himself to the river, but he found the task hopeless. At daylight he saw the young Sioux, and, fearing that they were Pawnees, he crawled into the bushes to watch them. "My people will return here before the next sun disappears," he said, confidently. "If you are on a fast journey give me some meat and leave me. I will tell the Cheyennes that the Sioux are their friends." Although they realized that each moment's delay threatened the success of their plans, the lads refused to desert him. They believed that it was their duty to remain with him until his people arrived. And if the Cheyennes failed to appear the loyal young Sioux determined to carry him to the Creyenne camp. They had been taught to regard the bonds of friendship, and nothing could have induced them to shirk their responsibility. "We will camp here until the next sun disappears," said Sun Bird. "You have said that your people will come. It is good.' "I will live to tell this thing to my children, and they will remember that the Sioux are their brothers," replied the Cheyenne. Then Sun Bird rode away to watch the plain while White Otter remained with the injured warrior. The lad saw that the Cheyenne was crippled for life. The leg had been broken, and there was little that the Sioux could do. He found the ends of the splintered bone, however, and attempted to bind them In place with strips of rawhide. Then he urged the Cheyenne to eat some broiled buffalo meat. "This thing will make me walk like the old men whose bones are filled with frost," the -Cheyenne declared, bitterly. "Warriors do not walk." White Otter replied, encouragingly. "You will ride your best war-pony and kill many Pawnees." "Your words bring sunshine into

Cut And Paste

grew most prosperous with her poultry and the whole family lived happily in their cozy, home. Jans had been cured of his grumbling and was ever afterward a kind and considerate father. - . ELM ER RUSSELL M!GREGOR my heart; you are a good friend." White Otter asked many questions about the Pawnees. He received much valuable information, but the two things which he was most anxious to know the Cheyenne was unable to tell him. He did not know whether the Pawnees had separated, and he was "uncertain about their mission. He said his people believed they were going to a council. These words filled White Otter's heart with hops. He knew that an important council necessitated the building of a medicine-lodge, and he believed that the Red Arrow would figure prominently in the ceremonies. It was also probable that Sun Bird would find his brother in the camp. It was, almost dark when Sun Bird returned. He said that he, had seen neither friend nor foe. v The lads determined, therefore, to spend the night beside the river. When they made known their plan, however, the Cheyenne objected. "My . people will return. It is dark. They will not find us here; it is bad," he said. The Sioux instantly saw the sense of his words. They were not particularly pleased at the idea of spending the night on the battlefield, but they believed it was the wisest thing to do, and they agreed to the plan. When it was dark, therefore, they lifted the Cheyenne upon the piebald and set out in gloomy spirits. They rode in gloomy spirits. They rode in silence until the roan suddenly jumped to one side and snorted. Sun Bird looked down and saw a black object lying upon the plain. It was a dead pony. "We are at the place where my brother expects to meet his people," he said, quietly. "It Is good; we will wait," replied the Cheyenne. They dismounted and placed the wounded warrior upon their robes. Then they sat beside him, staring thoughtfully into the dark. They had no liking for this dreary place, and they were depressed and ill at ease. For a time they tried to rouse their spirits by talking of their experiences, but the conversation soon dragged and they finally subsided into gloomy silence. The night was half gone when White Otter heard something -which brought him to his feet. A moment afterward the piebald whinnied. An' answer came out of the night. The lads fitted arrows to their bows, and listened anxiously. Then the Cheyenne uttered a low cry. A reply sounded close at hand.

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