Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 253, 9 September 1916 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, SEPT. 9,

Something For Fun The Sandman Story for Tonight

vTHE CITY DUCK Dickey Duck lived in a park in a big city and every day swam around In a big clear pond, and ever so many little boys and girls came to the pond and fed Dickey Duck and bis brothers and sisters. They threw candy and bits of cake and cookies and all sorts of sweets until one day Dickey Duck swam to a part of the pond where the trees and shrubs grew close to the water and stayed there all day. Dickey was quite the handsomest duck on the pond, and so the next day when he did not appear with his brothers and sisters the children went to the gardener and asked bim to find Dickey Duck. When the gardener found Dickey he shook his head and said: "To much cake and candy is what ails you, Dickey Duck. You will die if you stay here; the place for you is in the country for a while, where you will not be fed cake and sweets and I know the very place for you." So the next day Dickey Duck was put in a box with slats on one side and he rode on a train until that night, and the next morning Dickey Duck found himself in a barnyard with many other ducks, who walked around him and quacked and looked him over. "What can be the matter with that newcomer?" said Madam Duck who had lived at the farm longer than any of the others. "I guess he does not know how to swim," said Teddy Duck, who was the youngest and handsomest duck of them all. "Quack, quack," laughed the others. "Where do you suppose he has lived all his life not to be able to swim?" asked Minnie Duck, who had noticed that Dickey Duck had a far handsomer head than Teddy Duck and that his feathers were a beautiful green. "Oh! I expect that he is a city duck," said Teddy Duck, "and those city fellows don't know how to swim. I shouldn't wonder if this was the first pond that new duck ever saw." Dickey Duck stood on the bank looking at the others and wondering how they could swim about in that muddy water. "He can't swim; that is what is the matter with him," said Teddy Duck as they came up the bank for their dinner. "We'll have some

THE Then Laughing Bear rode recklessly out upon the plain. Raising his voice in tue ringing battle-cry of his people, he raced his pony straight toward the group of Pawnee horsemen. As he approached, the warrior whom the Sioux had recognized jumped upon his horse and galloped to meet him. The rival war parties watched them in silence. The two warriors approached each other at reckless speed, and, once within range, they began to discharge their arrows. Both escaped the first volley, but at the next exchange the Pawnee raised his hands above his head and fell to the ground. Whooping exultantly. Laughing Bear jumped from his pony to count coup upon his vanquished toe. Before he reached him. however, the Pawnees charged forward to avenge the death of their comrade. As Laughing Bear galloped toward the timber War Eagle and half of his warriors raced across the plain to rescue him. They were outnumbered two to one, but the heroism of the medicine-man had tilled their hearts with courage and they scorned the odds. Laughing F.ear crouched low on his pony's back and the excited Pawnees were ur.able to hit him. Then they began to shoot at his horse. He was almost within reach of his friends when the pony was killed and the daring Cheyenne was thrown heavily to the ground As the stricken horse plunged to the plain the -Sioux lashed their ponies to a frantic burst of speed

fun with him and push him onto the pond some day." After Dickey Duck had eaten his dinner, which was mush, all soft and nicetasling, he felt like a different duck, and he stretched and flapped his wings, wishing he could take a nice plunge and swim, but one look at that muddy water and Dickey sighed and turned away. "I guess you never saw a pond before, young fellow," said Teddy Duck, waddling up beside Dickey. "We will have to teach you to swim all the ducks that live here have to know how to swim." "Your pond is muddy," said Dickey Duck. "Where I come from the pond is nice and clear; you can see things at the bottom." "I don't believe it," said" Teddy Duck. "Ponds are all muddy; they wouldn't be worth a thing if they were not." All the other ducks came waddl ing up to Teddy and Dickey and Teddy Duck said: "This fellow says our pond is muddy, and that the pond where he came from is clear so you can see things at the bottom; I don't believe him." "Some ponds are that way," said old Madam Duck. "Ours used to

be; but most of the time it is mud-i dy now; but it won't hurt you, it is good for you, and you look to me, my son, as if a muddy pond would do you good; where did you come from?" Dickey Duck very politely told Madam Duck he came from the city park, and that the children came there every day and gave all the ducks candy and cake and other good things to eat, and that he never ate any mush until that day. "Ah, that is the reason you are here, I think," said Madam Duck. "You have been eating too much sweet stuff; come along and take a swim in the pond; I am sure that is what you need." Dickey Duck did not wish to be rude to Madam Duck, so he wad-j died after her, followed by all the, others, and he heard Teddy Duck telling Minnie Duck that now they would see some fun, for he knew the newcomer could not swim a stroke. Dickey closed his eyes and plunged into the muddy pond, but to his surprise he found it felt nice and cool, and was just as nice as his own clear pond in the park, only not so clean to look into. He swam along beside Madam - RED and raced toward the unconscious medicine-man. When they reached him the Pawnees were almost upon them. There was no time to carry him away and their only nope was to hold off their foes until the Cheyennes came to their assistance. Fighting from behind their ponies, which had already been killed, the lads held the Pawnees at bay until the Cheyennes gathered around them. The encounter was a fierce one, and both sides lot! heavily. It was not long before the Sioux secured new mounts, and then they plunged into the thick of the :ight. Shouting the war-cry of their people, they fought with a skill and fury which astounded their enemies and gained the admiration of their allies. Overpowered by force of numbers, the Cheyennes were compelled to retreat, but the rawnecs were slow to follow up their advantage and War Eagle and his warriors reached the timber in safety. The lads were highly praised by the Cheyennes. Each mciub?r of the war party made An appropriate speech, which was translated into Sioux by the young warrior who acted as interpreter. "You have saved my life. I will remember this thing," said Laughing Bear, as he offered his hand. "I have seen mat?y brave warriors. There are none braver than the Sioux," declared War Eagle. The Sioux missed many familiar faces, and they realized that the Cheyennes had paid dearly for Laughing Bear's foolhardy exhibi

Duck for a little distance and then he flapped his wings and stretched his neck and turned around to see where Teddy Duck and Minnie Duck were. Dickey Duck plunged and under the water he went. "Ha, there he goes," .said Teddy Duck. "I knew he did not know how to swim." Before Minnie Duck could reply Dickey Duck came up from the water right beside her, and in his bill he held a big fat worm. Dickey Duck gave Teddy Duck one withering glance as he presented the worm to Minnie Duck, and then he said: "Miss Minnie, will you swim with me across the pond? I think you must be bored swimming so slowly." And away went Minnie Duck with Dickey, leaving poor Teddy Duck in the middle of the pond staring after them; for Dickey Duck was swimming faster than Teddy had ever seen any duck swim, and Minnie Duck was keeping up with him, too.

Injured Fawn Becomes Pet One afternoon last June, Arthur Bowie was driving into a woods in Massachusetts with a heavy load of wood, when suddenly he heard a pitiful little bleat, and looking around in the underbrush, there he found a poor little fawn with his left hind leg crushed and broken. Just how it happened no one ever can tell, but Mr. Bowie didn't stop for the whys. Gathering up the little creature in bis arms, he carried it to a near-by farm house, and there they called both the Game Warden and a doctor. But the bone was so badly broken that they took the fawn to a hospital where they could care for it better and now the injured leg is almost healed. Of course that little fawn is the pet of everyone. He never has shown any fear at all, but licks the hand of his friends just as a dog would. He is so little that they have to feed him milk with a baby's bottle. They hope they can keep him a tame pet always, but that remains to be seen. This country has 2,000,000 women farm laborers.

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tion of courage. At least a third of the gallant company who rode from the timber had been killed or wounded, and the Cheyennes were gloomy and depressed. "What I said about that fearless warrior who rode the white horse has come true," declared Sun Bird. "It is so. He was our enemy, but he was very brave," replied White Otter. The day passed without further fighting, and, as twilight settled upon the plain and the Pawnees showed no signs of withdrawing, the Cheyennes felt sure they were waiting to make their final assault under the cover of the night. War Eagle believed that soon after dark the Pawnee on the other side of the stream would make a wide detour and cross the water. He saw no way to prevent the manoeuver, for he realized that even if he posted half of his force along the stream the warriors would be too far apart to offer an effective resistance. He decided therefore, to outflank his foes by leading his own force across the stream a3 soon as he learned that the Pawnees had abandoned their position. Having decided upon this plan, he sent Painted Weasel to spy upon the enemy. "War Eagle is a wise leader, but I believe we are in great danger," said White Otter, as the lads watched at the edge of the plain. "I am thinking about this thing," replied Sun Bird. "If the Cheyennes are defeated we must save onr-splves."

What animal has Jeff painted in the hole in the tree? . Look! It's alive! It runs away! Jeff catches it and gets a wire screen which he fastens in front of Mr. ! No more getting away from him. Can you draw a movie? Try one! Copyright by George Matthew Adams You Must Read this Book

Pudd'nhead Wilson is one of Dick's favorite books. There may be many reasons for him liking it so well, but one especially is the way Mark Twain simply takes up his characters and does anything he wants to (or as he says, has to) with them, in order to separate the two stories, Pudd'nhead Wilson and Those Extraordinary Twins, which got tangled up together. As a preface to Those Extraordinary Twins, which is usually printed as a supplement to Pudd'nhead Wilson, the poor author frankly confesses his situation, and Dick enjoys that as much as the whole story put together. This is what it says: "I didn't know what to do with her (Rowena) So, at the top

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The Sioux feared that the Pawnees might surprise and overpower the Cheyennes, and the possibility caused them much concern. Having escaped death in two fiercely fought encounters, they believed that it would be fool-hardy to sacrifice their lives in another vain display of bravery. They had fearlessly proved their loyalty to their allies, and they felt that it was now proper to consider themselves. As each had given a solemn promise to redeem the honor of his tribe, the lads believed that their first duty was to their own people. They determined, therefore, to take no more unnecessary risks. The night was well advanced when Painted Weasel returned and said that the Pawnees had divided into two companies. One party of horsemen had ridden cautiously toward the west, the .other toward the east. "They will cross the stream at two places," said War Eagle. "Wo must fool them." He waiteed until he believed that his enemies were far out of hearing, and then he told his warriors to mount their ponies and follow him across the stream. The scouts whom he had sent out earlier in the day had already returned and the entire war party rode cautiously into the water. They had almost reached the opposite shore "when the Pawnee war-cry rang out at the edge of the timber and a showere of arrows hummed their way through the night. Having seen Painted Weasel cross the stream, the wily Powns

of Chapter 17. I put a 'Calendar re mark concerning the Fourth ot July, and began the chapter with this statistic: 'Rowena went out in the back yard after supper to see the fireworks and fell down the well and got drowned.' It seemed abrupt, but I thought maybe the reader wouldn't notice it, because I changed the subject right away. It seemed a good prompt way of weeding out people, so I hunted up the two boys and said, 'they went out back one night to stone the cat and fell down the well and got drowned," and so on with all the others he needed to be rid of. This is" a story that both boys and girls should enjoy reading, but it is in the down-stairs library, so that few children have read it. E L M E R RUSSELL M'GREGOR had determined to make him the means of luring his people into ambush. They had waited until they felt sure he was watching them, and then they had divided and ridden away with the apparent intention of crossing the water and joining their companions. Then when the Cheyenne had hurried across the stream to warn his comrades the Pawnees had returned, believing that the Cheyennes would attempt to retreat across the water. Thus War Eagle and his warriors had been caught in the meshes of their own strategem. Thoroughly surprised, the Cheyennes became demoralized. For a moment they hesitated in confusion. Then as they saw their comrades falling on all sides of them, they wheeled their frightened ponies and attempted to retreat. At that instant they heard the war-cry of their enemies reverberating through the timber on the shore they had just left. Their hearts failed them at the sound, for they realized that they had been trapped. Then the Pawnees charged into the water and the Cheyennes engaged them in a terrific hand-to-hand struggle. "Die like men!" cried War Eagle. "Remember that the Pawnees have called you women!" (To be Continued) WHY TO BE HAPPY Happy hearts and happy facet. Happy play in grassy places That is how in ancient ages Children grew to kings and saget Stevenson.