Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 247, 2 September 1916 — Page 13

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, SEPT. t, 1916

HOW BESSIE SAVED BOBBY The sun was pouring down its beating rays on the circus grounds and about the great white bulging canvas was a shifting crowd of perspiring people, pushing and shoving their way toward the ticket wagon. In the crowd were Mrs. Burton, little Bobby, who was 5, and Bessie Burton. Bessie Burton was not Mrs. Burton's daughter, but her husband's niece, and as the girl was an orphan, Mrs. Burton had taken the girl to live with her in her fine home. Yet it cannot be said she was kind to the child for though she gave her plenty of food and clothing, she never seemed to really like Bessie. Bobble was her idol. The boy loved Bessie, and that made the mother a bit jealous. In the great house with its servants and wide halls, the girl felt alone and craved affection, but she met in Mrs. Burton only cold politeness. But today Bessie was happy. Holding Bobby's hand she wandered about in the crowd fascinated by the noise, the strange sights and the

blaring bands. I Then, when they were seated In the box near the ring, she enjoyed hearing the child scream with! delight. The acrobats swung on high, the clowns tumbled around in! funny antics, the lemonade bovsi shouted themselves hoarse, and during it all Bessie and Bobbie sat entranced by the music and the display of color. "Bessie," at length said Mrs. Burton, "I am so tired, I think I will go home." v . "Oh, no, mamma," pleaded Bobby, who sat with his fist full of popcorn and his fat legs kicking the bench. "1 want to see the races here they come in now to start. See that pretty black horse with the white spot on its forehead. I hope he will win." To the shouts of the crowd the racers took their places at one end f the ring. There was a white, a sorrel, a gray and the pretty black, which was ridden by a boy dressed Baby Girl There was once a baby girl born to a king and queen. There was a woods near by. When Gertrude, the baby was three years of age she would play in the woods day after day, rain or shine. One day a toad came to her and aid, "Here are some whistles that I will give you. Every time you want, an animal you whistle with ne of the whistles. There are names on each whistle; some are rabbit, deer, bear, reptiles, fox, iogs, cats, rats, mice, wolf, horse, tebra, fish, toads, zebu and frogs." And that is why they call her the woodland baby. By a pupil of Whitewater Summer School. omeihmg To H ill

T!iree-Face Town No. 9 Here is the "Three-Face Town Guide-Post." Paste the drawings on a piece of white paper. Color the soldier's suit, and also the sign-post. Sometimes you will find it easier to -copy these drawings much larger on another piece of white paper before coloring. After coloring, cut out each figure separately. Now fold in the centers, as shown by the arrows, and paste each figure separately. Now fold in the centers, as shown by the arrows, and paste each figure, "back to back," so that you will have three posts made into one, which stands alone and faces in three directions. Copyright by George Matthew Adams

in pink tights. On the lad's head was a crown of silver, and in his hand a long wand. The horse he rode was one of matchless beauty, slender, with a shining coat that seemed to be of satin. As it stepped proudly by the box in which Bobby sat the child clapped his hands in delight, while the boy rider smiled in recognition of the applause. As the horses stood in a row, impatiently pawing the ground, the tent rocked with the shouts of the vast audience. The red flag dropped and the horses darted away on their race. But Bessie saw nothing of them flashing by, for her thoughts were busy with her own life. They were reaching back to her own home of childhood, when, with her father

and mother, her days had been full of happiness, even if her home was not one of wealth. With tears in her eyes she imagined the long years of the future, really alone in life in the midst of splendor, but with no loving heart to cheer her days. Suddenly there came a roar from the throats of the people about her. Around -the course came the racers, stretching their necks and leaping on in great strides, while the tumult of the excited audience rose and fell. The gray was now in front, his eyes gleaming as he sped over tin? ground. Behind him came the pretty black, with its nostrils wide and his dainty feet fairly flyingover the track. Bessie forgot her sorrow and gazed, fascinated at the contest. Bobby was so excited that he leaped on the edge of the box and shouted to the boy rider of the black. Onward came the horse, but before it reached the front of the box in which the child had leaped upw;ard, there was a cry, a babyish figure fell forward, then down on the race track around the ring and directly in front of the rushing horses. Bessie saw Bobby fall. But before he had touched the ground she had leaped after him. As her feet struck the ground Enjoys Chautauqua We have the best fun at Chautauqua. We play hide and go seek and get cracker-jack and things. And we race boats down the stream. Donald's boat beat mine in the races. I got my back all splashed with mud the other day. And when we play Tap. on the Back, we know the best hiding places. We bring our suppers every night. I went to hear the electrician do stunts with electricity. Written by Master Edward Nusbaum. In one day in New York City, 6700 cats were destroyed, through fear of them spreading infantile paralysis, and during July over 90,000. Cut And Paste

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the black swung just in front of her, but with a flash she flung her handkerchief full into his face

the horse swerved and plunged, its rider leaped lightly to the ground, but the animal fell, and as it did so its foot kicked out and struck the girl full on the arm. She fell unconscious to the ground, while Bobby, unhurt, stood and gazed about in amazement. When Bessie woke up, a few hours later in a dainty room " in a hospital she found Bobby sitting on the bed and Mrs. Burton bending over her in tears. Gathering the motherless girl into her arms Mrs. Burton poured out her gratitude in a sobbing voice. "Oh! Bessie," she said, in broken tones, "I have loved Bobby so much that I neglected you. Can you forgive me, dear? In future you must regard me as your mother, and we will try to see how happy we can be all together to make up for the past." Essay on Ducks A little school girl in Michigan has written the following essay on the duck: The duck is a low, heavy-set bird. He is a mighty poor singer, having a coarse voice, caused by getting so many frogs in his neck, and he likes the water and carries a toy balloon in his stomach to keep from sinking. The duck has only two legs, and they are set so far back on their running gears by nature that they come pretty near missing his body. Some ducks when they get big curls on their tails ,, are called drakes and don't have to set or hatch, but just loaf and go swimming and eat everything in sight if I were to be a duck I would rather be a drake they have a wide bill like they use it for a spade they walk like a drunk man side to side if you scare them they will flap their wings and try to make a pass at singing. Believing that the two Pawnee war parties would attack simultaneously, the crafty Cheyenne chief divided his force to repel them. He stationed some of his warriors along the stream to prevent the Pawnees from crossing, and posted others in the timber to resist the horsemen. The young Sioux were assigned to the latter command. Sheltering themselves behind trees, the lads fitted arrows to their bows and waited with the calmness of seasoned veterans. Having halted beyond arrow range, the horsemen were singing their war-songs and shouting taunts and insults at their foes. They called the Cheyennes women and dared them to come out and fight. Then, having roused themselves to a frenzy, they raised their voices In the Pawnee war-cry, and charged forward at top speed of their ponies. At the same Instant (heir companions left their horses j in the timber and attempted to I fight their way across the stream. Assailed from front and rear, the Cheyennes fought with great fury, and the Pawnees recoiied before the stubborn resistance. Both war parties were driven back with loss, while the Cheyennes passed through the encounter without losing a man. It was only a few moments, however, before the horsemen wheeled and made another attack. As they came within bow-shot they disappeared behind their horses and raced past, shooting their arrows from beneath the necks of their ponies. One warrior, more reckless than his companions, rode to killed a Cheyenne. As he raced away unharmed the Sioux recognized him as the intrepid leader who rode the white war-pony in the previous battle with the Cheyennes. j "There is the bravest warrior inj the Pawnee tribe," declared White; Otter. I

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Have you any little bunnies like these? If you have, go out to their house and take along a good black pencil and a little five-cent notebook to make some pictures of them. If you don't happen to have rabbits of your own, copy the ones in this picture. These are called Silhouettes or shadow pictures. Can you tell what each one is doing? Draw one at a time and make your rabbits much larger than any in this group. Copyright by George Matthew Adams.

Work This Out An-ca ou-ya alk-ta ig-pa atin-la? It-a is-a ore-ma un-fa an-tha any-a ing-tha I-a' ow-kna. E-tha ay-wa ou-ya o-da it-a is-a o-ta ake-ta e-tha irst-fa etter-la of-a each-a ord-wa, en-wha it-a is-a a-a onsonant-ca, and ut-pa it-a on-a e-tha end-a of-a e-tha ord-wa ith-wa "A-a," o-sa at-tha T believe he will be killed," replied Sun Bird. In the mean time the second war party had made another attempt to cross the stream. The Cheyennes stopped them before they got halfway across, however, and they retreated in wild disorder. Encouraged by their success, some of the Cheyennes rushed recklessly into the water, and two were killed, as the Pawnees turned and drove them back to cover. Then the Pawnees became more cautions. They realized that their superiority in numbers was of slight advantage while their foes held their position in the timber. It was evident that they could not dislodge the Cheyennes without suffering heavy loss, and they were unwilling to make the sacrifice. They determined, therefore, to wait until dark, when they hoped to steal into the timber and overwhelm their enemies in a reckiess hand-to-hand conflict. The Cheyennes watched the Pawnee horsemen with much in terest. They knew that they were holding a council, and they wondered what the result would be. Then they saw a warrior detach himself from the company and ride away toward the south. "Now I know this thing," said War Eagle. "That rider will circle, and cross the stream. I believe he is going to talk with his brothers. It is good; we will watch for him." Feeling sure of his conclusion, the Cheyenne chief dispatched four scouts to intercept the Pawnee rider. They hurried away on foot, two toward the west and two toward the east. Then the Cheyennes composed themselves to await the next move of their enemies. The day was more than half gone when the warriors on guard at the edge of the water called the attention of their comrades to a column of smoke rising above the

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every-a ord-wa egins-ba ith-wa a-a owel-va. It-a is-a ot-na ard-ha o-ta cam-la at-a all-a, and-a ith-wa actice-pra ou-ya an-ca alk-ta o-sa ast-fa at-tha our-ya other-ma an-ca ot-na under-a-and-sta ou-ya at-a all-a. I-tra it-a and-a ee-sa or-ra our-ya elf-sa. and-a en-tha I-a onder-wa if-a ou-ya ould-ca ite-wra a-a etter-la o-ta e-ma in-a is-tha anguage-la. - trees on the opposite shore, .They looked upon it with concern, for they believed that the Pawnee rider had eluded their scouts and delivered his message. The Cheyennes felt sure that the smoke signal was a reply. "It is bad," said Laughing Bear. The smoke had already attracted the attention of the horsemen. They, were watching it closely, and the Cheyennes believed that it conveyed a message of great importance. When the signal finally faded against the sky,, one of the. Pawnees rode almost within arrowrange of the trees. Then he stopped and imitated the howl of the great gray wolf. As the long, piercing wail echoed across the plain a mighty shout arose from the opposite side of the stream. "The Pawnees have talked together. We must be as wacchful as the fox," said War Eagle.' As the horsemen showed no inclination to renew the fight, the Chey ennes grew suspicious. They wondered whether the Pawnees were planning to combine their forces. Perhaps the warriors on the other side of the stream would abandon their position and join their companions on the plain. While the Cheyennes were discussing the possibility one of the scouts returned from the west. He said the Pawnee rider had reached the stream ahead of, them and had crossed to the other side. As yet he had not returned. "My heart tells me that the Pawnees will wait until it is dark," r.aid Sun Bird. "I believe what you say is true," agreed White Otter. As the day wore on and the Pawnees showed no further signs of activity the Cheyennes called upon their chief to lead them against . their foes. War Eagle, however, (To be continued)