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RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JULY 6. 1913

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM - The Junior Palladium Is the children's, section or the Richmond Palladium, founded May . 6, 1916. and issued each Saturday afternoou. All boys and girls tfre Invited to be reporters end contributors. News items, social events, "want" adrertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems ore acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the 'paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Molly Is always glad to meet the children personally at 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 ooy and girl will use it thoroughly.

The Gypsy's Vengeance During the Middle Ages, there lived in one of the powerful divisions of. Spain, a nobleman of high rank, known as Count.de Bazan, whose only daughter was the joy and pride of his life. The Count loved his child so dearly that he could not bear to think of any ill befalling her. So. upon being told that his child, who was still a babe, was ill, he became very much alarmed, although the illness was only a trifle. Thus it was that the head nurse was bidden to sit up all night and to keep a faithful watch until morning. The baby had slept peacefully all night and the grey of dawn was just appearing when the nurse became aware, by a slight rustling sound that she was not alone in the room. Upon looking up she saw an old Spanish gypsy woman, dressed very fantastically, with long, stringy locks, and very piercing eye3. leaning over the- cradle of the sleeping child. The nurse screamed for help, yelling at the top of her voice. Quickly the servants came rushing in. br.d grabbing the old gypsy woman, dragged her out despite her cries, declaring that she was a witch and only there to do harm to the child. Their fears were confirmed, when the next morning, it was found that the child was worse. The Count in grief and wrath, and, according ;o the superstiton of that time, de:lared that she had bewitched and spell-bound, his child, and that she would be burned the next morning at the stake as a witch. The execution was to take place at dawn; Despite the old gypsy's protestations of innocence, she was rudely dragged to the stake where the faggots of wood were already" piled. She was quickly bound and the faggots set on fire. To her cries of innocence and to pleading, were answered only by wrathful mocks and taunts. - In ' the crowd gathered around the stake, , was the gypsy's only daughter. Zenrtca, who was trying to push through the rowd to get a last word with her mother. The crowd was so eager and trium: phant to see the witch burn, that they rudely pushed foer back. When at last she reached the stake her mother was dying. Gathering up all her remaining strength, the dying mother cried to her ' grief-stricken and frantic daughter: "Avenge " me, my daughter, avenge me!" The girl remembering the talk of the Count's fondness of his child, and planning a speedy revenge, rushed into the castle and snatched up the sleeping baby from its cradle, the nurse having gone into the next room to witness from the window the burning of the witch. When Zenrica again reached the stake the .square was deserted. Stopping to view the remains of her mother, she rushed on with the baby to the camp. - The Count upon discovering that his beloved child was gone at once nought of the gypsy's daughter had stolen his child for revenge. He at once ordered a thorough search to take place through all the kingdom to find Znerica. At the end of a three month's thorough search, which failed to bring to light either Zenrica or his child, he said that he would never give up hope of finding her, although in his heart he was almost in despair. Sixteen years later every where there was bustle and excitement The common people, including all the Nomad tribes, were in an uprising against the noblemen. Spies were being sent out by the common people to find out and report all the progress of the enemy. Zenrica bad reared the Count's little girl, now named Aiura, and

loved he aa her own daugbia J

Azura had grown into a lovely girl as good and kind as she was beautiful. Zenrica had kept silent concerning the girl's noble birth, still waiting for her revenge. Wingara, a gypsy girl, in the same camp as Azura, was sent out to get possession of some valuable papers, hejd by the noblemen in a certain camp, which kept the commoa people from getting , their right. Wingara, a girl who did not possess many attractions, was bitterly jealous of the kind and beautiful Azura. Almost every one loved the gentel girl, while almost none loved Wingara, with her jealous and spiteful disposition. . After an absence of three days, Wingara came in triumphantly waving the desired papers, which were immediately given to the officer at camp. In the battle' the next day the noblemen were victorious, for the common people suffered such a loss that they were forced to retreat. - - i . ' MeanwMIe - -Wingara was captured as a spy and doomed to be beheaded at dawn. In the evening when the guard came to bring her some water, she told him that she Azura was the guilty one; and that even at this moment she was inside , the enemy's lines. Wingara iad overheard an officer tell Azura the preceding day,: that she must go to a certain tree; where a large quantity of supplies were hidden. Wingara also told the guard that it was Azura who stole the papers. The guard hurried to tell the Count the astonishing news. Upon ;oing to the place designated by .Wingara, they found Azura in the act of extracting the hidden supplies. They were now convinced that she was the clever spy who found all the hidden supplies, and who had stolen the papers. The Count, angry that a mere child should outwit the seasoned officers, ordered her to be beheaded at dawn, and for Wingara to be released. It was in vain that Azura pleaded her innocence. At dawn she stood at the place of her execution. Just as the innocent girl was no more. Zenrica rushed up before the Count, and in a voice in which anguish and triumph struggled for mastery, cried: "Behold, proud Count, your daughter, lost to you forever!"

BOBBY HOPES TO LAUNCH WOODEN SHIP

JAN ALL YOU CAN

COME ON WE DON'T ALLOW ANY SLACKER

AROUND MERE

OLD. NON-LAVING CHICKENS SHOULD

Bfc CNtD FP. WINTER USE

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WAtwNaTen.ac

Even the chickens should not bt xempt from household conservation 'or directions for vegetable and frui' Mining write to the National Wai arden Commission, at Washington, ncloting 2 cents for postage.

The American boy has outgrown the ordinary toys. In these war times he has his mind set on whipping the kaiser, too. Buying thrift stamps and selling them to other folk isn't enough. Here's one lad, for instance, who is going to add another wooden ship to the great fleet being prepared by the shipping fcoard. Bobby hopes to build his in record time.

BOYS FIND FARM WORK SERIOUS BUSINESS

STRAlClfr MOMC TU MOWBP

With the most restless rooster on Purdue University Hill for an alarm clock to awaken them at 5 o'clock a. m., eighty Hoosier boys. 16 to 19 years old, are learning that farm work is not one continuous round of rabbit chasing and visits to the 'old swimmin' hole," but is serious business requiring much skill, labor and an abundance of common sense. The Agricultural Training Camp, which is conducted under the auspices of the State Council of Defense and under the direction of the United States Boys' Working Reserve, will continue here two weeks. . W. B.- Krueck, who has charge of the instruction of the boys at the Purdue Agricultural Experiment Station reports that they are doing splendiclly and are a happy and healthy lot, full of energy and enthusiasm, eager to learn how to make themselves valuable on the farm. The boys are divided into nine groups under the supervision of nine instructors, who successively initiate each group into the mysteries of the different phases of farm work. G. A. Branaman has charge of instructions in feeding, harnessing and diiving horses; W. O. Mills has charge of instruction in feeding, milking and caring for cows; C. W. Carrack has charge of the poultry; E. H. Allen has charge of instruction in hogs, sheep and cattle; R. C. Wallace has charge of instruction in harvest work; Mr. Bates has charge of garden work; F. W. Wesler has charge of the horticulture; F. E. Robbins has charge of the crops and W. Aitkenhead has charge of the farm mechanics. Miss Jesse Stultz is acting as registrar of the camp. The boys arise at 5:00, except on mornings when they have dairy work to do, when they are required to report for work at 4:30. Breakfast is served at 6:00 a. m.; farm work and instructions, 7:00 to 11:00 a. m.; gymnasium and swimming pool 11:00 to 12:00 noon; 12:00 to 1:30 p. m. lunch and rest period; 1:30 to 2:30 military drill under H. C. Thuerk, major of Purdue University Cadet Corps; 3:00 to 5:00 work; 5:00 to 6:00 athletic games and exercises under O. F. Cutts, athleitc director of the University; 6:00 swimming an dpool again; 6:30 p. ra. supper and recreation; 9:30 taps. Farmers who desire to avail themselves of the help of these physically fit and well trained boys are kivited to visit the. camp at Lafayette make their own selections and complete arrangements through Dean Stanley Coulter who Is In charge. The boys will be released from the camp for farm work on July 8 and 9. An inspection of the camp was made, Friday, by C. B. Fritsche, assistant state director of the reserve, who expressed himself as well

pleased with the camp, the spirit of i

the boys, and the prospect for satis factory results. -

The Forsaken House Dave Whitcomb lived with his mother out in the country on a little farm about two miles from Oaktown. His father had died two years before and they still had a three-hundred-dollar mortgage on their house: Dave worked hard to pay off this mortgage by growing vegetables to sell, but he couldn't make enough money that way. He thought and thought, but every plan -wouldn't work. One day Harvey Murray came form town to help him. Dave told him about the mortgage that afternoon and Harry said: "I think I know a plan to help you on that. My Uncle has a house in town that can't be rented, it is haunted, and he will offer five hundred dollars reward to any person that explains the mystery that that stays there at least one night to fiind out what makes the noises." Dave thought aha said: "I'm going to town tomorrow with the next door neighbor and we are going to stay all night in town and I think I can stay in that house." Harry told him where his Uncle's office was. The next day Dave went to the office, and Mr. Murray told him all about the house, and gave him the keys and told him that the noises seem to come from the cellar. So Dave went there that night and Dave slept in a closet up above the stairway. At eleven o'clock, Dave was awakened by loud noises. At first he was afraid, then he remembered what he was to do so he went upstairs, and down in the cellar, and in the. cellar he saw a light In a crack in the division wall of the cellar. He went up to it and saw three men in there and they had a graphaphone with a loud and cracked record on it. These men were counterfeiters, and they had

the graphaphone to keep the people that wanted to rent the house

away, so they wouldn't be bothered. It was one o'clock when Mr. Murray was awakened by the doorbell at his house to find that Dave was

there. Dave told his story about the men and they went to the po

lice headquarters and Dave, Mr

Murray and some police went to

the house and arrested the men. Dave was informed later that these

men were part of a great gang of counterfeiters that the gavernment

was glad to get. The next day an automobile stopped at Dave's house and Mr.

Hurray got out and went in. That

afternoon Dave went to the man he owed the mortgage and paid him, and they put the rest of the money

in the bank, but Dave continued to

sell vegetables at market and he

saved his money for future use.

Russell Elbert

Patriotism at Home Two boys, one named Roland, about sixteen years old, and his cousin, Don, were spending the summer on the Atlantic coast near a small town called ltilland. Being about the same age the boys took many trips together. They owned a motorboat, which they called the "Butterfly." The Butterfly could beat and boat on the bay and the boys were proud of it. Don awoke one fine morning and dressed and went to his cousins room, lie knocked at the door and when no one answered he walked in. "Roland, Roland, get up! We must get an early start for Rock Island." "i remember," came the sleepy answer, "but I hate to get up so early.'" "Breakfast is ready," said Don, for he kiew his cousin's weakness. After eating breakfast .they got the boat out and cleaned the engine and packed the lockers with food. They started for Rock Island, which was about two miles out to sea. The island was quite a nice place, but being out of the steamer path, it was quite isolated. It was about a mile in diameter: On the east side there were many mountains, Dut on the west they low and few. In the middle was a fine grazing ground, but it had never been used. On arriving at the island the boys tied the boat fast and taking their lunch, proceded toward the mountains. When they were about there they were startled by a loud and terrific blast from an explosion of something. "Maybe that's a miner," suggested Roland. "Pooh! What would a miner do here?" was the retort. "That's right, there's nothing here." "Oh, let's forget and go on." After an hour's hot climb, they reached the top of the tallest crag. "Now for lunch and a rest,", said Don. "We'll have a good rest, then we'll look around." In the afternoon they were startled by another blast. They looked in that direction and saw a low black steamer approach the Island. It came up to what appeared to be an improvised pier, and several men or it looked like a good many men were unloading something. "Say that's Germans establishing a U-boat base, I'll bet my hat," cried Don, excitedly. Say just think of it, right here within the 3-mile limit. Look, they are carrythat right down in that valley over there. -That's Germans, I'm sure." The toy's were naturally excited and this low black- steamer approaching and unloading these submarine supplies, as they supposed, keyed them up to a high pitch. The valley was an ideal place for a place. They could see a little house to one side that looked like it might contain ammunition and a big tank, that might have gasoline or oil and many men making a big cement place for the U-boats to come up at. "Say," said Don, "let's go see what it is for sure, and then, go tell the officers. We'll get a medal for it." "Come on," was the excited answer. "We can go to that ledge over there and peep down." Within a half hour they were getting ready to cautiously peep over. Don looked and turning around to Roland he said, "Look," Don then lay on his back and laughed until the tears rolled down his cheeks. Why? A sheep herder was taking possession of the island. :

THE LIFE OF A SWEET PEA. Once there was a little seed in a sack at the grocery. One day a little girl came in and bought the seed and took it home. She then went to the flower bed and dug up some ground. She planted the seed. In a few weeks a little green sprout was peeping up through the ground. When three weeks more had passed, the green thing had stretched out on the ground. Elma (which was the little girl's name) took it and tied it up the fence. In onother week there were a lot of pretty and different colored flowers on it. Elma took the flowers and put them in a vase in the house. They were dead in a week. That was the end of the sweet pea. Lula Huddelson, Dublin, Ind.