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THE KICIIMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, AUG. 7, 1920.

THE MYSTERY HOUSE lifP

DAREDEVIL DICK-AQUATIC SPORTS

CHAPTER VI. One Dark Night "My, it is dark tonight, 'said Cetty. " Where Is Agnes?" asked Norcne. "She went Into the house with Al. nnd Billy a short time ago," replied Betty. Just then, Agnes shouted from somewhere. "We'll be back after awhile. We're going to have a secret meeting, so stay away." "A secret meeting!" exclaimed Hal. "Come on, here's our chance to find out what they've been doing. Where did she shout from?" "Sounded like she was in the kitchen," said Norene. They all started for the kitchen and when they reached it, they found the screen door wide open, "They went out this way,' 'said Betty. "Maybe they're in the garage." Then they searched the parage but no traces of the 'Silent Workers' did they find. "They certainly are 'Silent Workers," laughed Norene, as they walked back to the veranda.

"Agnes almost caught me getting nto 'Mystery House' the other Jay," said Betty.

"I wish I lived in 'Mystery House,' " aid Norene. "I just love

antiques."

"Yes," said Betty, "But I'd hate ro be there when that ghost ap

pears."

"I wish there were some secret

doors in it,' 'said Hal. "Most all of

he stories you read about that lave some kind of a haunted house

n tnem you win most always una

: secret door,

"But, really," said Norene, "I lon't believe anything about ghosts taunting it because there aren't ueh things." Just then Betty

-hrieked,

"Noren! Hal.! Al.!" Her face was

3 white as new-fallen snow, and . he looked ' faint-y.' Norene and Hal helped her up o the porch and put her in a .hair. "Now, tell us what's the matter," aid Norent "Listen," she said, and doing so, hey heard a long moaning which ame from the direction of 'Mystery louse.' "There was a ghost," she gasped. 'I saw it it was holding out its rms and moaning. It is gone now. 'Jo look! There it is again."

They looked up at 'Mystery

' Touse and through the garret

.indow they could plainly see the orm of a ghost holding out it's rms and moaning. Then it slowly uled away. Just then, Agnes ap-

eared. "Atmes" cried Norene. "Did you ec it!" "See what?" asked Agnes calmly. "The ghost of Grinard Thawley's He!" exclaimed Hal. "Now, quit your kidding," laughed Agnes. "We're not kiddin,' " said Hal. We actually saw it. Betty saw it irst." He told her all about it but . ouldn't make her believe it. "Where's Billy and Al,?" he '.shed, later on. "OU, we got through with our neeting and they went off by

hemselves and I came back nere.

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JANET GIVES AUNT NEW DISPOSITION

in spite of the excitement of the evening, and Agnes could be heard muttering in her sleep. Nouene was still awake. She heard Agnes say : "It was great fun, anyway." What did she mean? But soon Norene herself was asleep. Then she awoke again. It seemed as if she had been asleep but five minutes, but really she had bene sleeping for two hours. She awoke with the feeling that someone was in the room. She turned over in bed and and there was a tall, white thing a ghost! standing by the side of her bed. Before she could utter a word the ghost said,

in a low, moaning tone:

"Did it!" said Agnes, "I must have been asleep when you came in, for I didn't hear you. Had they been in Mystery House?" "Oh, yes," replied Al., "she gave it all away. But, I tell you, she was certainly scared." "I thought it would be best to do it all in one night, and then it would be done," said Billy. "Betty certainly was scared," said Agnes. "She couldn't see me

hiding behind the big elm tree."

Well, anyway," said Al. "we know they've been in Mystery House." "And we must watch them closer than we have been,' 'said Billy. "But, tell me, Al., what did she

it held mp a long

to you," and

knife. "You have been in my house," it

went on, "the house from which my grand-daughter disappeared, where I and my son's wife died and left our spirits behind. And you you

have dared to go in there. Admit

it! Admit it! Haven't you? Ans

wer!" and his tones grew gruffer.

Yes, yes!" cried Norene, "But

I'll never, never go there again!"'

"Ah!" said the Khost. "after you

loon the boys came and were told have dared go there, then you say !

If you say a word I'll put an end ?a wh?? vou ccused her of being

Judge "The law requires that dojrs must wear muzzles." Piisoner "The dog was wearing a muzzle. The regulations do not state where the muzzle must be worn, and so in order to give the beast a breath of air I tied iifon his tail." Judge "Acquitted ! " Presumably the judge loved dogs.

i Once upon a time, in a little, dark jand lonely room, sat a little girl

J named Janet Daring singing to her

tired, sick mother with the doctor standing by, when all at onee she heard a tired sigh, and, looking up at her mother, saw she was dead. Then the little girl was very sad, for she had lost her best friend and she knew not what she would do, for she had no brothers nur sisters, and her father had died when she was a baby and now all that was left for her to do was to so to live with a cross, old maid aunt, which she did, under protest of the aunt. She mad -Janet sleep in the attic and her bed was very uncomfortable; but Janet's life was brightened by the many friends she had. She was always trying to make someone happy and in so doing, was happy herself in spite of her cross aunt. Now, one of her best friends was a little boy, named Bobbie Brown, whom she met one day while playing in the park. His parents were very rich and loved Janet very much, for she was a loveable little girl with golden curls. Janet would go over to play with Bobbie Ibc'Jt every day, until one day

i Janet became ill with fever and re

mained in a dangerous condition for several weeks, and begged for her dear, kind mother. It was now that hre cross aunt began to realize how mean she had been to Janet and lerped down and kissed her and thought of the nights she had seen Janet sitting in her room in the attic crying and kneeling at her bed saying her prayers. Then she resolved she would be kind to Janet from that on and so Janet began to get better now, and Bobbie would bring her flowers and good things to eat that his mother sent. Janet got well and grew to be a beautiful girl, and Bobbie grew to be a grand man, and they loved each other, and were married. Her once cross old aunt became her dear old aunt and she hated to part with Janet, who lived so happy with Bobbie and every one she loved. Helen Miller, 3A grade, Ilibberd School. Honorable Mention in the Story-Writing Contest.

CLOCK TELLS 'EM JUST WHAT TO DO

in the House?"

"She admitted it," said Al., said she'd never, never, go again." To be continued. -R. Burr.

"and there -Julia

No, Hazel, footsteps are not always twelve inches.

A Boston firm offered a prize for the best original motto for a pen. A reader promptly sent them "The pen is mightier than the sword," with a request that they would for

ward the prize by mail. The head of the house wrote a humorous reply, asking the claimant if he could prove himself the author of the saying. The man, evidently an honest soul, at once responded: "I can't say for certain whether I read it or just thought it.' I've read McGuft'ey's Readers and Kid's Elocution and the Proverbs in the Bible. If it isn't in those books it is original, and you will please send me the money."

he story. "Gee, I wouldn't have missed hat for anything," said Billy. "It's just bad luck that we didn't et to see it, 'said Al. "A black at ran in front of me after our looting and I forgot to take ten teps backward, so you see, the cat

rophesy is true, ' "I certainly was frightened at he time," said Betty. "But now it eems like a mere dream. "I wonder what time it is?" said lorene, and as if answering her uestion, the old clock In the family oora began to strike. "One two three four" counted "lorene, and so on until ten strokes ere counted. "Ten o'clock!" she exclaimed. Bed time thirty minutes past" "I'll have bad dreams all night,

know," Betty said as she climbed ihe stairs for bed. "Well, you will If you forget to ay your prayers tonight," 'said gnes.

The 'good nights' were said and

you'll not go again. My spirit has got used to following you around in

that house.. It would make my spirit die if it would be deprived of its fun with you, and you must not let it die. Hear! Hear! If you don't visit my house again and let my spirit play, I will visit you

again and then, beware. Also, I'm going to. give you the task of finding my little Frances, for she is NOT in heaven with her mother." j Then the ghost disappeared into her closet! Why did this ghost come to her? She was no more to blame than Agnes or Hal. With these unanswered questions she fell asleep and the rest of the night ; dreamed of her head being chopped off by the ghost because she had failed to do as he had told her. ! Next morning she told her story i

to the 'Wonders,' but couldn't tell it to the 'Silent Workers' because

that would give up that they were in Mystery House. The 'Silent Workers met in their secret passage-way, while Norene was outdoors telling about

hen silence reigned except for a

3W occasional whispers between lit ae girls. Betty was soon asleep! "Well," said Al., "it worked."

WHEN WOMEN VOTE

When women vote next November, They will do things that you will remember. They will turn this world upside-down, And make it square instead of round. There is a shortage in everything we eat ; The pies, bread and all the meats. When women vote and make the laws, Every shortage thing will fall. I love sugar because it is sweet, But it is too high for me to eat. There is plenty in this world for all ; Why don't high prices fall? After the women cast their votes, The men in office will surely croak ; The world will be prohibition, And everything in a better condition. By Betty Estelle, "Richmond, Ind.

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The talking clock and its inventor, Joseph Pinto. Joseph Pinto of Philadelphia hat invented a clock with a phonograph attachment which speaks out the hours instead of striking1 them. "Time to g"et up, time to get up!" shouts the clock at 6 a. m., and Mrs. Vincent Pinto hops out of bed. "Breakfast is ready," warns the clock an hour later, and Mr. Pinto hurries downstairs to breakfast