Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 197, 29 June 1918 — Page 11

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

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An Evening Spent Alone

So that you will understand my

story, I will explain all about the

bouse. I say the house because

mat s wnat every one called it. The house was old. No one knew bow old. It had once been a beautiful home, but now it was in ruins. There were many rumors about the houre. Some said that it had been the home of a Tory and that parly in the eighteenth century in the slave uprising the Tory and his wife had been murdered. Others Baid that a spy had been hanged within its walls and that on bright moonlight nights the spirits came back to And its body. The boys of our town had organized a club and I wanted to join. Part of the initiation was to spend one night in this house alone. One night I started to the house. I took

a searcn light and some matches and -a candle. I did not go until about eight o'clock, because I wanted to make the time there as short as possible. The boys took me as far as the house and then left me. I started in exploring. I went through all the rooms. The furniture, what there was, was old and rickety. In one room, however, I found more furniture, including a bed and table and .some , chairs. On the table tftebexr tur-Vaa "almost asleep) when I heard footsteps coming towards the door. I was awake in an instant, bnt I

fhe door was pushed open cau-

It was a little old man. I knew him as soon as I saw him. He had lived in our town, but was very poor. He had been sent to the poorhouse, but did not like to live there, so he had come back and was living in this one room. He knew the superstitions about the house so he had dressed up In a sheet to keep people away.

OoUSlv end tho fhnof

" O-VUV VWUIO 111. J thought it was one of the boys at-

reqjuaa-6rttii.,gfbj.imi' startled and jumped nervously. I got up and went over to the ghost, I said, "I know you, Tom! Take off that 6heet "I will In just a minute." When I heard his voice, I knew It was Tom. I gave a jerk and pulled the sheet off. However, It was not Tom disguised as a ghost

A SURPRISE. In a small city in Ohio there were

four boys known to be the rowdies

of the city. They were continually doing something wrontr.

One day they decided to give

someone a scare. In the auiet nart

of the city lived a boy and his

mother in a large house sittine

back in the yard. Not beins very

well acauainted with the hov hov

decided to make him their victim.

That night four fieures could

have been seen creeping silently toward their victim's house. Thpv

had handkerchiefs tied over their

races and had empty revolvers, a ladder and knives. They located his room and raised the ladder. Then the leader climbed cautiously up and discovered that he had not come to bed yet. Then the others came up and hid, two in the wardrobe and two under the bed. In about fifteen minutes some one entered.. Supposing it to be

next morning.

Then thev found nnt that a

boy had seen them entering the house through the window, and had summoned the police. The judge

was uou ana nestowed a fine upon each of them of (nntii.!n

wasTroken " up and they and the boys soon became fast friends.

HOW CEDRIC KILLED THE PANTHER Cedric, the fourteen year old son of George King was just returning with the mail. They were butchering that day. He handed his father the local paper and a letter to his sister Elsie. She ran to one side to read it without seeing the excited look on the face of her father. "What is the matter, George?" asked Mrs. Kine.

Then Mr. King read aloud from the paper: "Warning to all parents around Jamesville. A panther has escaped from the winterquarters of the circus. It will be wise for all parents to keep their children close at hand." "Well," said Mr. Kng. "we will have to hurry and get the butchering done so that I can get to town and get guns large enough to handle the panther if he should come

here."

"Elsie," called Mrs. King, "come here." She then related all that

the paper had said about the pan-

tner. They finished the butchering, so that Mr. King could go to town and

get the guns. He returned about five-thirty. He said "The men In

the neighborhood are going out to-

HENRY OUGHT TO BE

ELECTED DEAD EASY. It is estimated that Henrv Ford

will poll plenty of votes in Michigan to imt him over if they'll drive

around to the polls on election day.

SUDDer is readv." ann

Mxs. King. They aH Wpnt to nun.

per and Cedric felt very proud that his father had BO much rnn Rtinrn

in him.

After TITr Wi

ig-weir rathe:

er tell stories about

the olden days. It was about nine

o'clock when they beard a scream like that of a woman. It sounded close to the bouse. The panther had scented the fresh meat and had come to th

house. The scream came again and it sounded right outside the kitchen door. Cedric m-abtwd hla

gun and went into the kitchen. He

was a little nervous'. He flung open the door just wide enough so that' he could get his gun out and could see good. There were the firey eyes of tho panther. He took careful aim and rested the gun on the side of the door as his father had told him. There was a loud report and the great cat fell to the ground. It struggled a little in its death agony and then all was silent Cedric quickly threw another shell into the erun and snftlv walked out

to where the panther lay. But the

nuge cat moved not a muscle. He had hit it exactly between the eyes. Cedric pointed the gun toward the sky and fired five times in succession as that was the signal arranged for so. that the men would know that the panther was dead and could return. . In about half an hour Mr. King came home and said, "The panther was killed, but it was not our party that killed it There were ten parties out." "I killed him, announced Cedrich. His father was so surprised that he could not speak for a while. At last he said, "You are a regular man, Cedrich. I am proud of you. We will have the panther-skin made, into a rug with a medal of honor in the center of it It shall go in your room." Carl Hiecs. New

uastei, Ind.

e imiima wFtofCToube. T KTpTth the housework. I told

vi n. a IU1U that I would if she would pay me.

aue 101a me that she would iHo

me thirty-five cents a wk hut ?

com ner mat thirty would ho

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Thrift btamps will help win the war. Margaret Misner.

CRWDER'LL GET YOU IF YOU DONT LOOK OUT. Mike Kelly says that loafing on the park benches around the court house might be easily stopped if somebody would just put barbed wire on the benches.

THE TALE END A Group of Stories By Claude G. Miller.

i nc. rasainu ur UNCLE DAVEY "Marse, ah hed de nurse fcall ya' tonight 'cause ah think ah am goin' t'go je3 pass 'way to where Sue am, ah think of ya 'cause you an' you wife am de on'v fokes from vo'

famly date left comun, all de res'

am up no ui acun cm ah say It -

snooDisn. "Ah didnt call ya' 'cause ah wanted t" 'pent, but for yo' t'hold ma black han' while ah tell .ya 'bout de times whin yer daddy Vuz master. "Hoi ma ban' tight Marse, ah ain't nevah felt right right since

Sue wint fo we was alys togever, eben whin we wuz born our mothers wuz in de same hut "An' we wuz bro't up right togever an, an' best oh all. vo' grran.

daddy raised yo' uncles an' yo'

aunts an- yo' daddy an us nigger kids riat togever. An ah guess it's dat reason dat none ob us niggers had eber been hung er eny ob us has neber been in jail dat ah know ob, jes 'cause we wuz raised riat along wid white fokses chilluns, whin one ob ussins got into it we wuz all inta it an' we'd all git de " aawu mflMuiyjeg goia1 I'd mail Sue. We alius ben raised to- j gever an' well, Marse, we jes' been togever all our lafa. We wuz married at twenty, an' ah Wmtur imw

i Wmber how tickled Sue '

and ah wuz whin you wuz showed to ussins for de fus' time, jes a teeney wceney thine, no bieerpr'n a

grasshoi-per. Den yo vni raised

wid de oder 11 1 niggers lak ussins wws. an ah believe it hed mora "fort

on yo' den it did de res' ob de fam-

'ly 'cept yo daddy. "Yo wuz raised till yo vox eighteen, den yo' daddy died bo he jes passed 'way den yo Jes (Continued on Tagc four.)

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