Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 101, 10 March 1917 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. MARCH 10, 1917

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium la the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and wiil be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one sido of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

Grandmother Gray's Story Corner

"Oh, Jlnimle! Dinner Is ready," called Grandmother Gray, as Jean set the last bowl of steaming corn chowder on the table. But Jimmle G. was very slow in coming. Jean had settled herself at her place and was leaning over to sniff the fragrance as. 6he exclaimed, "Oh

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The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer nil of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in tho name week in which you eurl it in.

SALUTE THE FLAG!

Dear Aunt Molly: How's come

thai mio on1 rf a mnpnpt TiliKhPS t

things away aud the other end draws things. George Slick. Dear George: As I understand the theory, magnetism means that in an object all the tiny little parts (or atoms) have been turned so that their lines of force are in the same direction, and for the very reason that the one end of the magnet draws the iron, the other end pushes it away. Ed. Where is the highest point in Richmond? Joe. , Dear Joe: According to the city records, the highest point is near South 13 and 1, while at the Glen a few of the hills come second, being only a foot or two lower. Ed.

Who receives the largest salary in Richmond? Joe, Not wishing to pry Into private affairs, Joe, I'm afraid I cannot tell, but of the public city officials the mayor receives the highest salary, It being $2,000 a year. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly: Can you tell me how large the Glen park is? John Hipskind, Jr. Dear John At present there are 162 acres. Ed. ,

Dear Aunt Molly: When a president succeeds himself does he have to re-appoint a new cabinet? Grace Simcoke. G. J. H. S. Dear Grace: I believe not. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly Did you hoar about the wreck the other day? If you did not I will tell you next week. Howard Hosbrook. Dear Howard It does seem to me that I have heard something about the Rig Four running into town. Aunt M. Dear Aunt Molly How can 1 tell all the children in all the public

schools in Riehmond how to pronounce the word Catholic. Mary B., St. Andrew's School. My dear Mary I cannot tell you how to reach all the children, birt you can reach quite a few by putting the correct guide for pronunciation in the Junior. Ed. . Now Aunt Molly don't you think it's .all rite to jest walk alonge in the guter reel slow wen thelrB a little water a runen ther and you hav got your rubers on. teacher said she wooda't do it. but she's got Skurts on. hasn't she Aunt Molly? Jimmle G. , My dear Jimmie: I'm afraid if I should suggest that walking in a gutter full of water is apt to make boys sick, you might say what my little sister did one day when I tried to help her with a problem not long.ago, and she informed me, "It might have been that way when you went to school, but it's not that ar now." Aunt M.

grandmother, yum, this smells good," when at last that tardy boy strolled into the room, pinched Joan on the neck and then jumped

into his chair laughing as hard as

he could.

"What's this we have for dinner, corn chowder?'' asked he, and then before anyone could answer, he stuck his nose clear down into his .bowl and lifted up a face dripping with milky food. "Why Jimmie Gray, whatever is the matter with you?" exclaimed his little grandmother as she settled him back1 into his chair and wiped his dripping countenance with her napkin. "Oh grandmother, I just feel like having some fun," he said, dipping hispoon into the chowder and taking several mouthfuls, half of which spread over cheeks and down onto his waist. For some minutes everything went well then Jimmie began to experiment? "I'm going to make a new kind of corn chowder," he announced, and so saying, dumped a spoonful into his glass of water, splashing the greasy mixture all over the table, while he shouted out laughing

and flourished his spoon about in the air. "Oh you horrid, dirty boy." burst

out the .indignant Jean. But grandmother Gray never 6aid a word. Getting up from the table quietly, she took .limmie's half empty bowl of chowder and muddy glass of water out into the kitchen, and then she came back for Jimmie who still was laughing and kicking his feet against the legs of his chair. "Come on, Jimmie Pig," she said, but now Jimmie sat up straight and hesitated. . "Well grandmother, what are you going to do," be asked. "I'm going to let you have some real fun," she answered. Out in the kitchen she spread

down several papers on the floor, placed a long narrow pan in the middle, and poured Jimmie's chowder and dirty water into it. Then she scraped in some potato peelings, coffee grounds and egg shells on top, while Jimmie stood by with wide open eyes. "What's that for, grandma," he finally asked.

'"that's tor you to enjoy, said grandmother Gray. "I always like to help little boys have a good time, now you can be a real pig and eat your dinner just as you want to." "But grandmother, there . are p'tato pceln's and old egg shells," protested Jimmie. "Those are perfectly clean, Jimmie, the potatoes were boiled and the eggs were scrubbed, and besides all pigs like such things. Go on and eat your dinner out here, while Jean and I finish ours in the other room. Have all the fun you want, Jimmie, goodbye." Taking Jean back into the dining room, grandmother Gray shut the door upon a very solemn little Jimmie Gray. Almost five minutes had passed and Jean was laughing

over a funny story her little grandmother had told, when the dpor began to open very slowly. Grandmother Gray paid no attention, but kept right on talking and Jean kept on laughing, so pretty soon Jimmie advanced to his Grandmother's side and leaned his forehead against the back of her chair. But still the little grandmother seemed not to know that anyone was near, and so little by little he edged closer until his nose was pressed against her shoulder and two chubby little arms reached around her neck. "Why who i3 here," asked Grandmother Gray, in surprise. "Is this a boy?" Lifting up his bead a little, a new Jimmie G. murjnured, "I guess I don't want to be a pig anymore," and then, after a pause he added, "I guess I'd rather eat my dinner right." P. S. And folks, that's an editorial on how children should act at the table. Aunt Molly.

This is Patriotic Week In Richmond.

A ROMANCE OF THE REVOLUTION

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"Oh Charlotte, come here this minute. Here is a letter from your Aunt Ellen Gillem of Boston; just listen: 'Oh my dear sister: What is to become of us! The British war ships have closed the harbor and when we rebelled the officers killed three men. One of them was dear old Mr. Ratliffe who used to make our shoes for us. The British have lifted almost all the taxes as you know but the tax on tea; and the other day a number of our brave lads dressed an Indians and threw it all overboard. John says that the colonies will not stand for it much longer and he is cleaning the old rausket up now. Robert is wild about the prospects of war. Hp. has had sfiveral fishta with the

'1T-I MUJ lfl.HII IllO IU1.1K i C Tory you know. What does James say about, the British? " 'Elinor has been sewing. She

is making mufflers and knitting mittens. She says she is sure. thy will be needed. But oh dear sister God Is a just God and let us look to him for aid in this trouble. May England soon come to see as we do that 'taxation without representation is tyranny.' ' 'Your loving sister, 'ELLEN GILLEM.' "

When the letter was ended the daughter looked up in her mother's face her lovely face looked troubled and her pretty blue eyes wero full of tears. Tbe mother's face bore the same expression a3 she said, "Daughter we must be brave, we must do as Elinor; sew, work and pray and in the end all will come out all right." And her thoughts were of the sister's home.

The Gillem home itself - was a large old house with its hipped roof, dromer windows and large veranda. It looked not unlike other houses of that time but had been perhaps better taken care of. Inside the house was a large hall. Many doors opened into spacious rooms. The sitting room with its large book case, fireplace and large old fashioned furniture looked very home-like. Here many pleasant evenings had been spent by the Gillems before the beginning of the war. Returning to the hall and passing through a side door one found themselves in a beautiful garden. Since it was June the flowers wero in bloom. Looking east from the garden and on the water's edge was a beautiful arbor covered with pretty vines and flowers. Here in the arbor sat Elinor. Her face wore a sad and troubled look. She had accidently overheard a general of their army and other consnirators plotting to burn the

Mitchel home and force the family to flee. Mr. Mitchel was a kind hearted old man who was old fashioned in his ways. He had always believed in the English and now re

fused to fight against them. His son, a stalwart young man, was a boy for any father to be proud of. He was tall, straight, had light enrly hair and deep blue eyes. He was all his father had. Thus thought the noble minded, dark haired daughter of the Gillem home. She and Richard, better known as Dick, had been friends from childhood. They had spent many a happy hour together in this garden. What could she do to save him and his father? The plot was to be carried out at midnight and it was now eight o'clock. How could she slip away from the family? What would happen to her if her folks knew that she had freed a Tory? And yet she would do it and take the consequence. She ran rapidly to the house donned an old gray shawl

and hastened quietly away. She walked and ran until she reached her friend's house. It was five minutes before midnight. She rang the door bell franticly. Dick "answered the bell. . She told him about the plot and aided the two men in escaping to the woods. The two were well under way when the mob arrived. The mob was angry because of the escape of the fugitives and proceeded to burn the house. Then the girl slipped quiet

ly back to her homo unharmed. Meanwhile the two were on their way to the British headquarters in a far part of tho city. On their way they were confronted by a rude colonist and the old father was killed. The boy hastily buried his father and fled to the woods. Then the struggle of his life began. Should he now, since his father's death, remain with the British or become a revolutionist? The struggle continued until dawn. Then he wound his way to the British camp leaving all behind, his home and friends he loved, because of the promise he had made his father as he lay dying, to fight the colonists until they had learned to obey, as true subjects of England should. The days passed by and lengthened into month. The month lengthended until one long tiresome year of warfare had passed. Many were dead and wounded. Mr. Gillem had

been killed. Robert had become a colonel in Washington's army. He was a brave lad and commander. The mother, Elinor and little Teddy were always busy sewing for the half-clothed soldiers. Some times the British would enter the house

things behind. Teddy with the aid j

of mother and sister put in the crop. And it was tended by them also. ' They managed to raise enough to live on. WThen Fort Lee and Fort Washington fell into British hands New York was in great danger. General Howe and army ransacked it, taking all valuable from the poor colonists. The Mansfield home was left destitute. The mother and daughter gathered a few clothes in a traveling bag and started to the Gillem home in Boston. They traveled mostly by foot, some times sleeping out of doors when they were in a Tory neighborhood. When at last they reached Boston they were worn and tired. The Gillems made them very welcome. The mothers were glad to be together during these terrible times. The girls were always busy sewing or helping Teddy with the farm work. Word came that Mr. Mansfield had been killed and Robert had been severely wounded in the battle of Ticonderoga. Mrs. Mansfield was too weak and sad to go, so the mothers and Teddy remained at home and the two girls went as nurses.

Elinor at once took charge of her brother while Charlotte was given charge of a severely wounded young .Virginian named Hale Henderson. He had dark hair and eyes and was a noble and brave young man. Tbe

boys grew well under the care of the competent nurses. At the battle of Yorktown,- Robert and Hale

who had become fast friends, were in the foremost ranks of Greene's army. There was great rejoicing in the colonies when this battle was over because they had shown the English that they were victorions. A treaty was made soon after with tbe American ally France and with England.

The brave soldiers who had sur-;

vived the war returned to their different homes. But what a home coming! Each home had lost one

or moro loved ones for the cause of freedom. Hale went home with Robert because the war had claimed all his relatives by death. He and Charlotte were quietly married in the Gillem home with Eleanor, Teddy, the widowed mothers and Robert as witnesses. The couple returned to Virginia where they rebuilt the old Henderson homo and lived ther happy because of having each ether and because they were living in a free America. Robert married in the course of a year. He bought the Mitchel farm and rebuilt tho house. Teddy, Elinor and their mother remained In the old home until Teddy was married. Then he bought a farm and Elinor and mother went abroad. They visited France a short time but went to England because of the rumors of war in France. Although" Elinor was older she was far more beautiful than before the war. Her face wore the expression of one who hid met trouble and had conquered it. She was a favorite among her English

friends. One night she attended a "big ball" at a home of one of the most noted families of England. She was dancing and enjoying herself when suddenly she saw a familiar face. The face was that of a handsome young man. He too looked as though he had known trouble. His face had lost its color and boyish look. He looked much older but it still looked like the old "Dick." At last he spied her, yes and recognized her too, for his face was all aglow as he came towards her. He led her to the garden at the side of the house and there they renewed their old friendship. He took her to the hotel where her mother blessed them. A month later they were married and the three returned to America. What a home coming it was! Robert and his wife and Teddy and his wife and Charlotte and Hale and Mrs. Mansfield were all there. That evening as the music was being played and the young people were dancing the mothers wandered down to the arbor in the garden, their hearts full of joy for their children's happiness and the new freedom of their country, but, like the future Lincoln, they thought that even in victory there is sadness. Grace Rector.

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