Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 273, 25 September 1920 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SEPT. 25, 1920.

CHAPTER XIII. A Proposed Hike and a Sealed Letter. "Wen, snail -wo go on a hike?" Billy asked the others several days afterward. "Yes, let' do,' 'urged Betty. "It is early yet, and we can take our lunch and come home about five o'clock." "Just the thing," the others said. "Where shall we go, then?" asked AL "Why not go to Hollingsville?" suggested Hal. "It's only six miles from here." "All right," the others agreed. "J think vre'd better put on some other clothes soma that are more suitable for hikes," Norent. said. The others thought so, too. "Have you anything old to wear?" Betty asked Frances, after they had gone up to their room. "Yes," replied Frances, "I thought when I packed my suitcase to come oyer, that you would probably m on hikes or something of the like so I asked mother if she had an old skirt or something that I could take along. She said she had nothing that would do, but that there was an bid skirt of my other mother's In a trunk up in the garret, so, i iouna u ana oruugm it along. See, here it is," and she held up s plain blue serge skirt. "That Is Just the thing," said Agnes. - v "Do you look much like your other mother?" Betty asked. "Oh, no," answered Frances. '"You see, she wasn't my real mother, either. My parents died, and so she took me." "Were you the only child?" asked Norene. j "No," said Frances,' I had a brother. He -was older than I. I don't know who took him. Some day I hope to find him." "Are you ready?" Hal shouted from across the hall. "Yes, we're ready," they answered, and so they started on the hike. , - They had gone about three miles when little drops of rain began to fall. "nf nil thlncn!" Franofta aaid. "It didn't look like rain at all, when we started. What shall we do?" We can stop in at Mrs. Cranbarry's until It stops," Hal said. "She lives over there in that brick house. We'd better, cut through this field here." "Oh, it has a barbed wire fence

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around it," Betty said. "I can't get over that." "We'll help you," be said. "But, hurry, now, the rain's coming down in big drops. That's It; now run for the house, every one, as soon as you get over." Frances and Billy were the last ones over, and ran after the others. "My skirt got ripped when I was climbing over,? Frances said, after they reached the house. "But, oh, where is my bracelet?" "You haven't lost it, I hope!" Norene said. They looked for the bracelet, but could not find it. "I must have dropped it outdoors," said Frances. "I'll go see," said Hal, "when the rain slacks up." Soon the rain slacked up and Hal started out Carefully he went over the ground that Frances had come over. A little distance from the barbed wire fence he found a sealed envelope. He put it in his pocket, and went on to look for the bracelet, and at last, found it on the other side of the fence. When he got back to the house the rain began to just pour down. "We certainly did choose a bad day to bike, but maybe it'll clear up, soon," Al said. So they waited and waited, but still it rained. "J know what you can do," Mrs. Cranbarry suggested. "Why not eat your lunch up in the barn? You can have lots of fun, there." "Why, just the thing!", said Betty. "How kind of you, Mrs. Cranbarry. But, you must come up, too." "Oh, but I can't," protested Mrs. Cranbarry. "I have to get dinner for Mr. Cranbarry and the farm hands." "Oh, then, let us help you!" cried Norene. "Yes, do," the girls agreed. "But, what would the boys do?" Mrs. Cranbarry asked. "We're going to help, too," they decided. "That Is real nice of you," Mrs. Cranbarry said, "but wouldn't you rather go up in the barn?" "No, no!" they cried, and soon they were all busy helping Mrs. Cranbarry. The hours went fast, and soon Mrs. Cranbarry started to ring the dinner bell. "Wait, there!" shouted Billy, from the other end of the kitchen, "that's my job." "Now, you've earned a good

chicken dinner," said Mrs. Cran barry. "And we've had loads of fun, at that," said Frances. The dinner tasted so good to the children, and this was due to the fact that they had shared in getting it ready. About three o'clock, the day cleared up, but of course, the mood for hiking had disappeared by that time. "Must you really go now?" asked Mrs. Cranbarry. "We've been such jolly company to each other to day, that I hate to see you go." "Wait a minute, there," shouted

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Mr. Cranbarry, running toward them. "I'll take you home In the auto if you care to wait a couple of hours," he said as he caught up with them. Sure, we'll wait," the boys said, settling matters. "I'm glad you came Just when you did, then, Milton," smiled Mrs. Cranbarry. "I hated to see them go." In two hours afterward, they were on their way home in Mr. Cranbarrs automobile. When they arrived home, Hal remembered the letter he had found, and then preceded to read it. (Continued next week.) Julia R. Burr.

The, Clan .of North America VIII. THE SHORT HAUL Francis Rolt-Wheeler Three days later the Camp Council was called together again at Lars' request. , They men at the Director's house. Lars opened without preliminaries. ."Did you notice the other day how bad the road was, and how it went twisting all about?" "I was driving," said Barton, in his precise way. "Certainly I noticed it" "Maybe you didn't stop to figure out why it's so crooked. There's a creek that winds all about. If one big bridge and two little ones were built, we could straighten the road about eight miles, and open up seven good big tracts of farming land. I went to those seven farmers. Each one agreed to give $50 toward making of the road and building of the bridges. Then I went to the County Commissioner, and he said the County would give three hundred dollars more. That is six hundred and fifty dollars. We've gdt fifty-two fellows to work and the girls will look after grub. I've got permission to use road making machines, and sixteen farmers will lend us their teams. If we pay four experts five dollars a day for two Saturdays, use the teams that are offered, and do the labor ourselves, we could put up those bridges for a hundred dollars, having first paid day's rates for a couple of logging teams to haul the timbers. We'd be five hundred dollars to the good, we'd have bettered the community and saved ourselves- an eight-mile haul." "Great stuff!" said Jim. "That trail certainly gave me the Willies." "It is a good business proposition," agreed Barton. There wasn't a dissenting voice, and orders were sent out for all the fellows to report at 6 o'clock Satur day morning with tools, and all the girls with boxes of grub. the American and West Indi stations during the war. H..S. Perris is chairman of the British Sulgrave institution. Stanley Udale is a member of the Anglo American society

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BETTY WALKS IN SLEEP AND GETS SOME DOUGHNUTS "Has she gone?" called a voice from under the bed, after Miss Winters had left Betty's room at the Winter's Boarding School. "Yes," called another. Out crawled Betty and Susan, who had been hiding until Miss Winters should retire. "Now for Kates room," said Betty, "but be careful, for if Miss Winters should see us it will be 'Good Night, Nurse!" Slowly, but cautiously, they crept along the wall through the unlighted hallway, to Kate's room. A low knock sounded and soon the door was opened. There, in their kimonos, stood all the girls of the boarding school. After reassuring themselves that Miss Winters had retired, they placed the chafing dish and all the "eats" in the middle of the floor. Soon the chocolate was boiling away, and the girls were preparing the rest of the feast. "Everything is ready," said Kate. Then they sat down in a circle around the chafing dish. As everything tasted so good, it was not long until everything was eaten up and still the girls were hungry. It was too late to go to the grocery for some supplies, so the girls had almost decided to go to their rooms hungry when one of the girls suggested going down to the kitchen to see what they could find. "We can't all go," said Kate, "for we would sure to be caught." "Who will g o?" was the next question asked. "Not I," spoke up Susan, "for I would be sure to be caught, and you know I have been threatened so many times with being sent home, that I would be afraid." "Here, too," said another voice. "Oh, well, I suppose it is up to me," said Betty. "I'm usually the goat." A laugh came from all the girls. "Be quiet," warned Susan. "You know Miss Winters has good ears. Well, Betty, go on." Betty unlocked the door and crept down the steps. The first thing to scare her was the little dog Fido, at the bottom of the steps, who began to bark and wouldn not stop. Betty tied her handkerchief around poor Fido's mouth, and he went back to his corner, whining. Betty finally reached the kitchen and then went to the cupboard. Three pies, dozens of cakes and doughnuts were there for the next day. Then she looked around for a basket but could find none. Then she saw the dish pan. " "Just the thing," she said to herself. She filled the pan with the cakes and pies and started up the steps, when, much to her surprise,!

she saw all the girls running to their rooms. Then out walked Miss Winters from her room. She had heard a noise and got up to see what it was. Betty managed to slip into a small attic at the end of the hall so Miss Winters could not see her. She stayed there until she thought Miss Winters had retired and' then she started to her own room but left the "eats" in the attic. When Betty reached the door ehje saw Miss Winters, and Miss Winters saw her. Betty collected her thoughts in a hurry and put her brains to good use. "Play nightmare," was her first thought. She walked slowly toward Miss Winters, feeling her way as she went. Miss Winters, very angry, began to scold but Betty paid no attention. "Betty, what does this mean?" asked Miss Winters. No answer came from Betty. Miss Winters thought perhaps Betty did have nightmare and ran to the medicine chest, got some bitter medicine and gave it to Betty, She put her to bed and then wakened Susan, who was in bed fast asleep. "All right," said Susan, with a half smile on her face. After Miss Winters left, Betty bounced out of bed and told Susan all about it. "Betty, you're a star," said Susan. "How did you ever think to play nightmare?" "I don't know," said Betty, "but I don't want to talk any more about it Let's go to bed." The next morning when all were seated around the breakfast table, the cook came running in and told Miss Winters that the pies and cakes had been stolen. All the girls had sober faces and none could imagine where the cakes were, except Betty and Susan. .. Miss Winters told of the nightmare Betty had and then all the girls guessed where the pies and cakes were. N After breakfast the girls planned to put the pies and cakes to good use that night No Name Given. MONEY What will you do with it? What will it do,What has it done, is it doing with! you? Nations have fought and died; sages have thought, Heaped up your heritage. Ages have wrought Strength for your children, duty and dower, Wealth, obligation and peril and power. Waste it, you waste yourselves; hoard it, you shrink; Will muscle dwindle and minds fail to think. Let it alone! John Curtis Underwood. Every cruel act hardens the heart and blunts the sensibilities. All animals appreciate kind words and gentle treatment