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THB RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY. OCT. 28, 1S16

THE RED By Elmer ARROW McGregor

At daylight they resumed their journey, and shortly after sunrise the war party overtook them. Having won a decisive victory and captured many ponies, the Pawnees were greatly elated. They approached, singing their war songs and waving their trophies. Several noted warriors had been killed in the fight, however, and when the people learned this, the rejoicing gave way to wailing and lamenting. "It was a great fight," Straight Feather said, enthusiastically, as he rode beside Little Raven. "My father was very brave. His pony was killed, and as he ran across the plain four Cheyennes rode after him. But he turned and killed two of them. Then he jumped upon one of the ponies and went back into the fight. I was right behind him. I counted two coups" "It is good; you are a warrior," replied Little Raven. At sunset the Pawnees went into camp beside a large stream whose banks were clothed with a splendid growth of willows. As they unpacked and set up the lodges, Little Raven believed that they intended to remain there several days. "Yes, we will wait here for Lazy Horse and his people, who will come from the west. Then we will go to the foot-hills to meet Yellow Cloud," Straight Feather explained. Early the following day Lazy Horse and his people arrived. The two tribes decided to remain at the stream another day to rest the ponies and to celebrate Two Moons' victory over the Cheyennes. Lazy Horse said that a party of his hunters had turned off toward the south to follow a small herd of buffaloes. Shortly after midday these warriors rode into camp, each leading a pack-horse loaded with meat. They said that one of their companions had been caught in the herd. It was not long, however, before this man galloped safely into camp. He brought great news. He said that he had discovered a very large war party a day's journey to the south. But as the riders were a long distance away he had been unable to identify them, "They are Cheyennes," said Two Moons. "This will be a great battle." Then he called all the warriors in council and organized a great war party. A short time afterward two-thirds of the fighting-men of both tribes rode away under the combined leadership of Two Moons and Lazy Horse. The balance of the warriors were left to protect the camp. This time the, medicineman went with the war party, and Little Raven hoped he had seen the last of him. "I have become a man. I am going to fight. I will be brave like my father," Straight Feather told tittle Raven. He galloped away on one of Two Moons' favorite war-ponies, and the young Sioux watched him with real affection. He had learned to look upon this loyal young Pawnee as his friend, and he believed that if the proper opportunity presented HIS READING MATTER. "What are you reading nowadays." "The key lines in moving picture shows mostly."

itself Straight Feather might aid him to escape. At the end of the third day the war party returned. They brought many captured ponies and several Cheyenne prisoners, but the glory of their victory was overshadowed by grief. Two Moons, and many of the most notable warriors of the tribe had been killed, . "It was a great victory, but my heart is filled with clouds. My father has gone on the Long Trail. He was a very brave warrior," Straight Feather said, bitterly. "It, is true. Two Moons was a great chief and a fearless warrior. I am a Sioux, but I sat in his lodge; that is why I am crying in my heart," Little Raven replied. "Now I know that we are brothers," declared Straight Feather. As he saw nothing of the medi

cine-man, Little Raven believed that! he had been killed. The hope was a false one, however, for when he questioned Straight Feather the latter said that, having pased through the encounter unharmed, Standing Elk had gathered a small war party and had gone in pursuit of the fleeing Cheyennes. "He is very brave and very wise; perhaps he will become our chief," said Straight Feather, looking sharply at the young Sioux. Little Raven remained silent The thought filled him with despair. He knew that, once in power, the medicine-man would use his influence against him, and he feared the result. However, the Sioux lad determined to banish the unpleasant possibilities from his mind for he was unwilling that Straight Feather should discern his anxiety. "Tell me about the battle," he said, in an endeavor to change the trend of thought. Straight Feather procpeded to give a vivid account of the fighting, without, however, mentioning the part played by the two young Sioux. He placed particular emphasis upon the courage and skill of Two Moons and gave little credit to the Cheyenne medicine-man who had killed him. But he said nothing about the timely rescue of that bold warrior by the Sioux, and Little Raven was unaware that his own people had participated in the battle. The next day the Pawnees left two scouts to watch their trail and resumed their journey under the leadership of Lazy Horse. They made their way across the plain in gloomy silence. The death of their chief weighed heavily upon them and they were disheartened and depressed. Little Raven felt pity for the Cheyenne captives, as he knew that they would be made to pay the penalty for the killing of Two Moons and his warriors. At sunset the travelers came in sight of Yellow Cloud's camp. As they approached, a delegation of warriors rode out to meet them, beating their war-drums and singing songs of welcome. When they learned of the death of Two Moons, however, they became silent and sorrowful. Their angry glances toward the captives told all too plainly of the fate which awaited those unhappy victims. But the Cheyennes looked defiantly into the eyes which threatened them, and the young Sioux was much impressed. "Those Cheyennes are very brave warriors," he told Straight Feather. The young Pawnee smiled scornfully, and remained silent. The following day, when Standing Elk and the warriors who had pursued the Cheyennes arrived, Little Raven saw at once that something was wrong. The medicineman and his companions seemed greatly excited, and from the angry glances which they turned upon him the young Sioux believed that he was in some way involved in their ill humor. He had little doubt that Standing Elk had already made plans for destroying him, and he believed that unless he could escape from the camp he was doomed. T(o be Continued). An honest man's the noblest work of God." Pope. Force is of brutes, but honor is of man. Dryden.

Family Troubles of Poor Rabbit

Mr. Rabbit lived in the woods with his family. He had two little children and his family to make a living for. Now Mr. Rabbit's family was very poor and Mr. Rabbit had all he could do to make a living for his family. One day he came running home to his wife and told that he was out of work. Mr. Rabbit had only enough money and food to last for two days and after that they would have to hunt for food or starve. The thoughts of this made Mr. Rabbit almost sick. He told his wife not to tell little Nan and Tom which was the children's names. He thought they might get hungry and steal. This was a funny thought for he might have known his dear little children would not do that. For two days they had food but not enough to satisfy them. One morning Mr. Rabbit got up early to go hunt for food. On his way he saw a hole in an old oak tree. Mr. Rabbit wanted to know what was in there so he peeped in. Now right by the tree was a bell and Mr. Rabbit was lucky enough to step on it In surprise the door opened and a hedge hog stood in the door who invited Mr. Rabbit in. Mr. Rabbit told Mr. Hedgehog all of his troubles. The hedgehog felt sorry for the Rabbit and jumped up and led Mr. Rabbit into a room all filled with gold and silver and precious stones. Mr. Hedgehog gave Mr. Rabbit enough to last for two years and told Mr. Rabbit when he wanted money to turn around in front of a glass three times. When Mr. Rabbit came out it was almost noon. Mr. Rabbit hurried up town and got many groceries and hurried home. In surprise he found his little hut a fine house. He went in and his wife got a feast and the family lived happy ever after. A made-up story from LOIS WIGGINS Age 11. 205 Pearl street

"The Secret"-A Story

One day when Carl Melling was playing out in the yard, his mother called to him and said: "Come, Carl, run over to the grocery store and get me some sealing wax, hurry back though and don't loiter on the way." "AH right, mother," he said, "I won't be gone long. So off he trotted over to the grocery store which was two squares off. Now it happened as Carl was going to the grocery he met Paul Wright, a little playmate of his, with whom his mother had forbidden him to play. Of course we all know boys are easily tempted. Paul motioned to Carl to come some place where none could see or hear them talking in passing. Paul said as they got there, "Say, Carl, you know that dandy fishing place, don't you? Well, anyway if. you will come with me, we will have a great time." '. : "Well," said Carl, "my mother told me to get her some sealingwax." While Carl was thinking whether to go or not, Paul hurried over the fields to his home but just missed his mother from seeing him sneak into the barn for his fishing pole. As he got back to Carl he was still standing there in the same place. "Now come on Carl," he said, "I have my fishing pole and bati; after all the trouble I have gone to, you surely wouldn't go back on me now." Carl finally made up his mind to go and said, "I suppose If I don't want an enemy I'll have to go, wont I?" Finally they reached the spot where the fishing pond, as they called it, was. There was a large rock or boulder in the middle of the stream, upon which a frog was playing. This of course attracted the boys attention more than their fishing rod. Once the frog slipped off. the rock into the water, this seemed very funny to the boys and Paul lost his balance and slipped but Carl managed to get him out.. He had to run home real quick to get dry clothes on. Carl forgot all about his mother's sealing wax and when he got home his mother of course wanted to know what had kept him so long.

The Sandman Story for Tonight

THE WISE FOOL Part ii Within a few hours the Fool found that he was to be crowned immediately. In vain he protested he was not the Prince, but only the court Fool. The chamberlain thought his grief had upset his mind and that time would bring the boy to his senses. But down below, the real Prince was having a hard time. When the cook unlocked the shed door, he grabbed the Prince by the arm. "The King is dead!" he cried. "The court will be in mourning. We will not need you for sonw time, so hurry back to your hut in the field. But take these as my good wishes to you," and at this the man threw a dish of apple peelings at the lad's head. The Prince knew better now than to display any temper, but he ran to the palace gate. "Let me in," he shouted as he hammered at the great bars. "I am the Prince!" "Here, get out of this, you Fool," snorted a sentinel, pacing by. "Clear out. Don't you know the King in dead? Get back to your hut." With that he jerked the boy up, and threw him over the roadway into the lake. Wet and aching the Prince waded out to the bank. There he sat down in tears. He was hungry, soaked to the skin with cold water, and there was no shelter for him. "You better get out of here quickly," whispered a passing page in his ear. "I heard the guard tell the Captain to have you put in the guardhouse." And the kind-hearted boy pressed a gold coin in the Prince's hand with wishes for his good luck. The Prince looked toward the palace. Sure enough two soldiers were coming toward the lake. Taking to his heels, the Prince shot He stammered awhile trying to make some excuse, but of no use. His mother said, "You needn't try to tell me any excuses of yourB for I suppose that playmate Paul of yours has put you up to something, no doubt. You deserve to be put to bed without any supper. Now go along, you little good for nothing fellow, always letting someone tempt you to do something." ROSA RADKE St. John's School HAVE PICTURES TAKEN At Whiteater school , we had our picture taken when we were sewing, and they are going to send them to Indianapolis. ' It was the 6 A girls. MILDRED WIRTS

What Stanley Caught

"Mother," cried Stanley Cox, "May I go and play with Alf Graham?" "Oh, dear, no!" cried Stanley's mother, "Don't you know that the Graham children have the measles and its very catching?" "What does it catch?" asked Stanley, stretching his eyes wide open. "It will catch you if you go too near," laughed Mrs. Cox. "But you may go down to the cottage and play with Norman White for an hour." "All right, Mother," said the little boy, but he said it slowly and not in a very pleased tone. The truth was, the Graham children lived in a fine house with a big playroom and lots of toys, while Norman's, home was small and had not much of anything in it except little brothers and sisters. But after all Stanley had a jolly time. As the White's had so few things, the children had learned to "make believe" the more, and everybody knows that make believes are much more fun than real things. For there was a limit to Graham's toys and fine things, but

down the road, over the fence across the field and into the forest path. It was getting dark. A cold wind whistled through his wet clothing, and he was staggering with weakness. Presently he came to a village tnd peeked into several windows, but feared to knock at a door on account of his dress. He saw within the sick turning in their beds with pain, the poor eating their dry bread, the workmen in their shirtsleeves before their fires. He saw little children busy making toys, but happy in the humble homes. He saw the rich at their fine dinners, but the look of sorrow on their faces. And as he viewed life for the first time in its reality he forgot his own plight. Up at the castle the Fool was busy. "They will make me king," h said. "So I will do my duty well." And when they bad put him on a throne and placed in his hand a. sceptre and on his head a golden crown, he applied himself to correcting the evils which he knew existed in the kingdom. The old, the sick and the helpless he ordered to be placed in comfortable homeB, where they would be happy for life. He put the bad judges in jail and filled their places with good ones, and all over the land was felt the care and good he put into his work. The people had plenty of work and were happy and prosperous. In the meantime the Prince had learned to work as a plowboy for a farmer. He rose early, worked hard, and spent the days in the fields. But he grew patient, rosy and saw the lives of the people. One afternoon as he stopped his horses under an apple tree he saw again the form of his godmother by the plow. "I thing you have learned your lesson well, my son," she said. "You will be a better man now and make a father to your people.' Spoiled by too much petting, you would have developed into a worse King. Now you know how to control yourself and feel for others, and I am ready to put you back again in your right place as King. Go ask to see the one whom all call King take him down to the garden path and there I will meet you." The Prince walked to the palace and was admitted to the King's presence. The King who was in reality the Fool knew at once, who the lad was. "We will take a walk in the garden, said the Fool, whom men called the King "I have seen your godmother and she promised to meet-us there." Within a few moments the two young lads -stood on the spot at which they had been when the fairy first saw them. In a twinkling of an eye they were changed back into their original forms the Prince looked like himself again and the Fool assumed his own shape and clothing.

there was no limit to White's make believe. 1"What did you piay today, sonny?" asked Mrs. Cox when Stanley got back to his home. "Oh, we played fairies, and brownies, and soldiers and knights," answered Stanley, "and we had the best time, mother." "What did the fairies and the rest of your company do?" she asked. . ; "Why we picked up chips and brought water and shoveled snow for Mrs. Scott and Mrs. Meyers, too. It was such fun because Mrs. White made believe she didn't see us, and she wondered what good brownies were working for her. Alf doesn't have any chips at his house, and he doesn't know how to be a working brownie." "I see there was something at the White's as well as at the Graham's that was catching," said Mrs. Cox, smiling. "What was It?" asked Stanley in surprise. " . , "I don't know it's proper name," said Stanley's mother, "but I call it "The-fun-of-helping-someone." -CHARLES KENNKTH PJINIEH Baxter School . ;