Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 214, 17 July 1920 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY. JULY 17, 1920

PACE THREE

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium Is tho children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1016. and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertise ments, stories, local jokes and Drlginai poems are acceptable and will be published Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name nd age Ugned. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet tho children perlonally 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.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER.

Dear Junior Friends: Tim Crow has always been supposed to be a very wise old follow, hasn't he? In John Martin's Big Book old Tim cocks his head on one side as if he is thinking deeply and says: "How strange some folks can be! ; They can not caw, they do not fly, They are not crows, I wonder why!" Did you ever think how it would be if all birds really were crows and all people were Just alike? What if everyone in the world was just exactly like everyone else? Suppose everyone thought the same thing at the same time and did the same thing at the same time. Everyone would want to work at the 6ame time and eat at the same time and the same place and go to the same movie at the same time and go swimming at the Bame time and oh, it would be a terrible place, wouldn't it? Or perhaps it wouldn't be any place at all. And yet did you ever think that sometimes we act as if we wish everyone would think as we think and do things in the same way we do? One boy will want to Bpend a holiday fishing, and one reading and one hiking, and sometimes the boys will all get mad at one another and say, "He makes me tired, always wants to read instead of tramping in the woods!" Or perhaps some girls will want to have a tea party some morning and another one will want to play games and run races instead. Often the morning will end in a quarrel, won't it? You will say "I don't see why Catherine don't want to have a tea party. She's just stubborn!" or something else unkind. And often Catherine will not really mean to be unkind at all. She would just be different. And children just like grownups want to try to see the very best way to play together so that

all will play and have a good time. If we could only take our little

out their real selves and like themfor just what they are, we would find that they would be much more interesting than if they were all exactly alike as if they had all been cut off the same pattern. This makes me think of a story I heard about a woman who made candles. Twice a year she made them and poured them in molds that were just exactly alike. When she was done she had pounds and pounds of beautiful candles and that's what you want in candles But this woman thought she would try the same thing with her children. But it did not work as no two of them were alike in what they thought or liked or were able to do. Then she began to really know her children and she found out how different they were. And what do you think she found? She found that her children were all splendid jewels, only one was a diamond of high purity and worth, and one was a pearl of sweet tenderness, an.d one was a ruby flashing with eagerness and generous impulsiveness and the fourth one was a sapphire of the truest kind of blue. Wasn't it lucky that she didn't go on trying to make them all candles? Let us try to see what kind of jewels our little friends are. If we

do, I think we will find them much to make them "candle" friends. Don't A Strange Tale Of An Old Haunted House CHAPTER I. When Tom Campbell's grandfather died and left homeless and penniless Tom only an old weatherlinntpn house which was filled with massive but antique furniture and j small sum, but the remainder oi his wealth, to the poor U was indeed a surprise to everyone, for Tom's father had always been the old man's favorite son. Tom re ally regretted the death of his! grandlatner. Tom was now iwrn-ty-two, and a tall, black-haired, grey.eyed, muscular athlotic handsnme vnnns' eiant with an Irish humor all the children and old: people knew and liked young Tom., After his grandfather died, Tom I pot Lincoln Moore, an old college chum, who wa3 an artist, to stay with him. Lincoln was soon established in his new Quarters. Lincoln was tall, had dark hair, blue eyes and a spot on his upper lip which I he called a "mustache." He could' hardly get over one time a girl told him lie "had dirt on his upper lip." Tom's bedroom, which had been his grandfather's, was a large room.! with dark green paper, an old-j fashioned four-poster bedstead with , quilted covers on it; his grandfather's massive leather, widearmed chair; a high, beautifully j polished washstand, with a white bowl and pitcher on it; and at the,

friends as they are and try to find

more interesting than if we tried you? AUNT POLLY. end of the room, close to the door, stood a beautiful, tall, carved mirror, which covered a large portion of the room. It stood on the Moor and reached nearly to the ceiling. It had carved dragons on the frame that went around it. This frame was of beautiful rosewood, and was nf Ti-nndftrfiil workmanship, and Tom admired it. A few pictures were on the wall, one of his grandfather and grandmother, when young, two more of Tom's father and another son, long dead, lost at sea. Lincoln's room was similar to Tom's except for the minor, chair and family pictures, and was next 1 1 Tnm's That nicht. when Tom went to! bed, he took care to put his automatic under his pillow where he could easily reach it . About midnight Tom awoke; he heard footsteps on the stairs. Tin-y stopped at his door. He listened and heard a heavy breathing and slipped to the door, automatic in hand, softly opened the door, but nothing met his eye. Thinking it was Lincoln who had gone for a drink of water, he went to Lincoln's door and called: "Lincoln, was that you?" A sleepy voice on the other side of the door replied, "Whatju want?" I said, ""Was you down stairs just now?" "Nope," said Lincoln's drowsy voice. Tom was puzzled; he searched downstairs and up, but could find noihing, so he went to bed, but sleep was impossible. He explained all to Lincoln next morning and

went to work at the office but ho could not work well lor thinking of last night and what it all meant. Next night Tom sent Lincoln to bed and said he would sit up a while and read and .see if his visitor would come back. Ho fell asleop over his book and woke up with a feeling that someone was looking at him. He glanced at tho corner and saw a woman's painted face disappear into tlio corner, but could see nothing. After he had run to tho corner to find where she went he rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming, then pressed on the wall trying to defect a secret door. He finally pave up atid fell into a deep sleep full of jumbled dreams of women's faces and secret doors and woks up just in time to drink a cup of coffee and catch a car to the cilice. That afternoon Tom was not feel ing well, so he came home, went to his room and sat down to smoke a cigarette. Lincoln came to borrow a book. Lincoln and Tom were speaking about the face Tom saw the night before when Lincoln's face crew pale, and in a low

voice said. "What's that?" Tom followed Lincoln's gaze and saw a sight that froze tho blood in his veins. It was a human hand that disappeared in the wall where Tom saw the face. (To be continued.) Thelma L Darby. For Girls to Meke Homecraft PICNIC EATING Carolyn Sherwin Bailey Every' week, now, you and the other girls will want to hike olf somewhere, into the woods or fields. You need something to take along, and Bomothing to bring back. Your lunch may take on the character of Spring. Make sandwiches of thin slices of bread and butter, with leaves of cress and a bolied salad dressing for the filling. Stuffed eggs will taste good and look pretty, too. Cut. hard boiled eggs in half, remove the yolks and mix them with mayonnaise dressing, or just with butter, salt, pepper and a little mustard. Put this filling back in the whites and wrap the stuffed eggs in oiled paper. Plain bread and butter sandwiches may be cut leaf shape, with a scalloped cookie cutter. Radishes, the red skin slit and peeled down a little way in the shape of a flower, sandwiches of thinly sliced cucumbers, salted, balls of cream cheese wrapped in lettuce leaves all these will taste of outdoors and will fill your lunch box iu a newway. , For sweets, take sugar cookies cut with the leaf cutter, or plain cup cakes, each with a flowershaped candy or candied violet or candied orange peel in the center of the icing. While in the woods you can make some May baskets. On your walk gather as many straight branches with bark on, as you can. When you bring them home, whittle them with your jack-knife of course, you are the kind of girl who can usej one to the same length. Select a square of wood, thin and smooth, toj make the bottom of the basket, and glue the twigs, one on another, log (si bin fashion. Fill this basket with damp moss and rich earth, to hold fern roots and wild flowers. Ir will be a great adition to your piazza, or set on a table for weeks. Hoys' and Girls' Newspaper Service. A Little Girl Who Planted A Tea Set About fifty-three years ago, a small girl lived on a large farm inj

the stalo of Indiana, in Howard county. 1 lor only dishes wero the ! broken parts of a china tea set. 'Hie Migar howl had lost its cover, ll, v tea pot's spout had beeu broken oil, and Iho cream pitcher had no J handle. The tea cup was very friendly with tho cream pitcher, tor : it, too. had no handle, and the small j girl played as if there wero two, saucers, as ono was in two pans. These tiny dishes were decorated

wi'.h very pink flowers and delicato sprays oi green leaves. Every little piece was well washed and dried when ever the small girl and her doll had a tea party. Cine day when tho farmer was planting acres of potatoes, the small girl .watched the careful cutting of the seed potatoes before they were put into the ground. Peeling sure that she had mastered the lesson about potato eyes and the fall crop she hurried to look at parts of her beloved tea sot. She had a plot of her very own in the flower garden and for once she was glad that her dishes were already broken, for she decided to plant them. Every lait was put into its little hole, and covered with a shapely hill of good earth. Her garden was hoed, weeded and watered with diligence, and when others were digging potatoes she dug for tea seta. She was a brave child, and when she found only the pieces she had planted, she washed and dried them, saying to herself, "Good thing the seeds didn't rot!" Nobody knew of her hindered attempt to grow the tea sets until she was a grown woman, with a little boy to hear her tell about long ago when she was a little girl. Then, one day, she told him the secret. Not long afterward she had a birthday and one of her presents was a lovely little tea set with pink flowers and sprays of green leaves. The little boy had saved his pennies until he had enough to buy the gift of which nobody but his mother guessed the secret, when he said it was for the little girl whose tea set never grew. But tho mother took the little boy in her arms and said, "But it has grown, it has grown, my precious boy, and it is more beautiful to me than any tea set ever made." Note: This is a story of my grandmother, and the little boy is my father. My grandmother had more than one tea set but this one she prized above all because of its delicacy. Catherine Fye, Itichmond, Ind. The Three Keys In the garden of a castle stood two little princesses. One, the1 taller, had curly hair that was so 1 black it shone in the sun in spots of deep blue and green. Her large black eyes looked seriously at t her' companion who had soft golden curls and bright blue eyes. "Anna," said the taller, "What could have kept Charles and John? They said that they would be here at seven, and it Is now five minutes after." "Never mind, Lily,' 'said Anna, "They will soon be here, for I never knew our brothers to be late." Even as she spoke John and Charles appeared. "Are you ready?" called John. "Of course! We've been ready since five minutes of seven," replied Anna. "What kept you so long, boys?" The boys grinned. "Oh!" roplied Charles, "Nurso heard us dressing and insisted that we have something ato eat before we came." "I'm simply eaten up with curiosity!" exclaimed Lily, looking at Charles, who was as dark as she Charles, her twin, who was as dark as she, ' What is this idea you have to be able to get over the fence in spite of tho guards?" "Well," said Charles, thrusting his hands into his pockets and looking as tall and important as possible, "it's a long story. I knew that there was no chance to climb over because the guard would send us back and so I thought I would get rid of him." "Get rid of him!" exclaimed Lily, "How?" "Well, give him time," said John, seating himself on the ground and throwing back his soft golden hair while he fixed his blue eyes on Charles' face. He was Anna's twin, and no two children could look more alike. Anna and Lily seated themselves on the ground 4

also, and Charles continued bia story. "1 thought th.it we would Bend Carlo out In the forest and thea fend Iho guard alter him. While tho guard Is t one we will climb over tho fence and run to tho cave." "Excellent:" exclaimed Lily, laughing. "There is no timo to lose," said, John, "wo had bolter send Carlo' into the forest at onre."

"Come, Carlo," said Charles, lining to a Hue shepherd dog who lay near by. Carlo jumped up and, ran toward his master who led him to tho fence and showed him a rabbit, seated by a large tree in tho forest. Carlo sprang forward and ran under the fence toward the rabbit, who, upon soeing him, ran farther into the forest and Carlo followed. "Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Charlea with well feigned anxiety. "Carlo has run away." "What did your majesty say?" asked the guard. "Carlo has run away. Go after him," returned Charles. "But I 6hall be leaving my post," said the guard. "It will take you but a second," said Charles, "and Carlo ia a valuable dog." "Very well, your majesty," said the guard, and set off after Carlo, who was, by this time, far Into the forest. "Now is' our chance," said Charles, "Come on." The children hurried to the fence and Charles lifted each ono up until they could reach the top of the fence. After both girls, were over, John helped Charles up and soon the boys Jumped down beside tho girls. "Come!" said Charles, "we will have to hurry or the guard will return." Joining hands, the children hurried away. Through the trees they saw the red coat of the guard advancing and they broke into a run toward the cave. Upon reaching the opening of the cave the children glanced around and saw the guard go up to the fence and push the dog under it. Then they entered the cave. It was dark and gloomy and the passage through which they had to pass was so nar-' row that they had to go single file. As they advanced, they heard loud rumbling and growling. Although they were frightened they continued to advance. After what seemed an hour of walking through the j darkness of the passage they came io a room that was fairly well lighted by candles. In one corner thoy saw something 'glittering beneath the candle light. Lily went over and picked it up. It was a beautiful gold box about two inches long. Upon opening it the discover a tiny sold key. "0n. look!" she "Isn't this pretty?" exclaimed, i Tl,e children ran over to where . sne was an(' examined the box. ,lj0t me Put R into my pocket," said Charles, "it may have some use. "Yes,' 'agreed Lily, "But put it in tho coat pocket and then button it in so that it will not be lost." Charles thrust it into his pocket and after carefully buttoning it, he led the way to a small opening on the opposite side of the room. "Let's go on," he said. The children followed and the passage that (hey entered was more narrow and gloomy than the first. As soon as they entered, the growling and rmbling commenced again. As they advanced It became louder and louder until they could not hear each other apeak. Presently they came to another room which was also lighted with candles. As before, they discovered a little gold box in the corner in which was another gold key which was larger than the first. Charles put this box in his pocket also; they then advanced through a passage which was so narrow and low that they had to stoop as they walked along. This time the roaring was so loud that it deafened their ears. After what seemed hours of this deafening roar they came to a third room lighted like the others were, with candles. In this room was a third box in which was another gold key which was larger than the others. Charles put it into his pocket. The next passage was smaller than the others but at the end of it the children saw a light. Tliey soon reached the end and entered into a room more brilliantly lighted than the others. There were three doors in this room; a large, a middlesized, and a small one. (To be coatinued.) Martha Itighter.