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Tf nraon'f Iatk untU T?1!r Tr an1 TIMflM V V6 yAL4 JJiUJ 4)1. AUU ,Star heard the puffing and blowing ,of a train coming up the grade to iPick them up and carry thm along von their journey. When Pete, their caretaker, heard It, ho said: "It's mighty glad Para to hear that, for I am as hungry as a bear, .not being able to eat tin cans -and 'raw pertaters, like you, Mr. Billy, ;Jr., and grass and herbs, like you, Mr. Star," ' The train presently reached Hhem, and by the help of many 'hands, everything was soon packed on board and they were off for the .west once more. They did not have any more mishaps and reached Chicago one raw, windy morning. As their train pulled into the yard, where it was to He until their car was switched on to the Santa Fe train that was to carry Billy Jr. to the far west, he remarked: "So this dirty, flat-looking city 'is Chicago. Well. I don't think imnrh nf it frnm what I hnva coon " r "Oh. but vou shouldn't inrirA nn'v ' - -o jcity Dy wnai you see or it from a , train, for remember the tracks always run through the worst parts of the city. You should see this city's boulevards and parks: They : would make you Change your mind, for they are among the finest in the ' World. I saw them on my way cast, for Mr. Wilder stopped here aj week and during that time kept me at a livery stable and every day he took a horseback ride. In that way I saw all of the city, its handsome residences, business districts, and parks and boulevarls; and I tell you there are none finer, not even' In your beloved Boston." "Don't you think I could manage

Opera Star Proud of Her Title, "Mrs. Smith", and Her Children

Ali-. Marguerita Sylva and her two little daughters, Marguerita Syiva, Jr, left, and Daphnee Smith. Mme. Marpuerita Sylva, one of the best known operatic stars, is in V rivate life just "plain Mrs. Smith," wife of Major Bernard f.mith of the U. S. marine corps. In addition to singing ;n opera and giving concerts she has created a real home and she takes as good care of hez children as any mother would who is not taken up with outside interests. She is proud of the fact that she makes the babies' clethjs ..nd even sings them to slec . Her little girls are Marguerita Sylva, Jr., who is f .ur years old, and Daphnee Smith, who i three.

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1ERV . I Hi) 1 to run away and see It all?" asked Billy. . "Not unless you wish to give up your trip west, for if you once left this car you could nerer find your way back among ail those hundced of others in the yard here that look Just like it." ."I could easily find my way back if that was all," said Billy, Jr., "but the thing I am afraid of is that they might start west and leave me, or switch you off to another yard where I could not find you." Their conversation was interrupted here by a man bringing them something to eat and a bucket of water. "I do not see why they did not run this car over to the stock yards so these animals could have been taken out and fed and watered and their car cleaned in proper shape," Billy Jr. heard a red-headed man say, as he pushed back the sliding door that shut them in. "For two horses we had been sent to look after and not a car of goats," as Billy Jr. appeared at the door. "You can have the job," said a 'Jolly - looking fat man. "I throw up r i i mv share right here. I had all I wanted to do with goats when I was a boy." (Copyrighted by the Saal field Publishing Co., Akron, O.) ' Ought to Find 125 Birds. "Bird Life of Evanston," by John E. Hamper, a senior, is the title of a very interesting full page article rlnc in the "Evanstonlan." the high school paper of Evanston, 111. Kanrner states that a diligent, bird student ought to find 125 different varieties in the neighborhood of Evanston in the course of a year.

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY,

BE A HUNTER AND FIND THE ANSWERS TO THESE RIDDLES 1. What does an artist like to draw best? 2. Why is a poor joke like a poor pencil? 3. What is the military definition of a kiss? 4. When is a movie director like an astronomer? 5. Why are your nose and chin always quarreling? 6. Change a foot to a hand in not more than eight moves. For instance, boy may be changed to lad in three moves by changing one letter each move: Boy, bay .lay, lad. 7. I am composed of ten letters. By 7, 5, 10 is a medicine. My 6, 9, 1, is an adverb. My 4. 2, S. 3 mav al- ! wavs be seen in cloak rooms, and ml woie is a city 8. Once in a minute, twice in moment and oncje in a man's THE BLACK MASK CHAPTER VIII. f Fitz is captured and is taken to the Starr ranch and kept there until Buck is well. Later Fitz is made to go with Buck, Mr. Starr and the sheriff and twenty-five men. They were just preparing to go in the cave. "Now. go quietly, or thev might hear us," spoke the sheriff, aathey started m the cave "Ya want to be careful ther'e a lot a doors ya can't said Buck. cause see," "Do you know any of th?m?" asked the sheriff. "Yes, I know one," said Buck, as ne pointed out the door. "Where? I can't see it," said ! the sheriff, as he scanned the sides of the cave. Buck laughed. "As I said before, 'doors ya can't see.' " The sheriff started feeling along the walls and after awhile .he found the door Buck had mentioned. "S-sh, here they are, havin" some kind of a meetin." he said. Every one of the men were eager! 10 ngnc me mac Mask, whom they knew had twice as many men. "XT-nMI n.nlt 1 .III , I Hcmi lh mi uiey tome out. lie ready at any moment I give the signal," said the sheriff. The men waited for what seemed days for the signal. They also heard the voices of the Black Mask gang as they arose from their seats. "Why don't he give the signal They'll be out on us in another second" was said in many places. l inally, it came and all the men gripped their guns in firm holds and made a rush in the door. The Black Mask and his men were so surprised that at first they just stood still, not knowing what to do. Several were killed and many were wounded. Finally they came to their senses and made a dash at the sheriff's men. It was not long until the sheriff's men were retreating from the cave. "We've just got to get help," said the sheriff. "Who will go to Lone Valley and get it?" Almost everyone said he would go. "Buck, you c'n go. being's your a good shot and a fighter," said the sheriff. "How long do ya think ya c'n keep 'em off 'asked Buck. "About an hour." "That'll do ""till I c'n git to the Valley," said Buck, as he started for his horse. The Black Mask saw Buck ride away and he quickly sent six men after him. Buck turned and saw the six men riding as hard as they could to-

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wards him, and he knew ha must ride tor It. The men saw Buck speed up and they shot twice at his horse". so as to keep r)im from getting 'away, but it did no, good. Buck h$ard the sound of a train whistle ajnd he rode towards It, thinking he could escape by jumping from his horse to the train. "It is my only chance," he said to himself. The outlaws were gaining fast upon Buck. He finally got to the railroad track, but too late to get the train. Ah! Now he had it he would i race for the forest, which was a little ways out. As he started to cross the track his horse fell over the track. The outlaws were soon upon him and each one pointed his gun at Buck. (To be continued.) Lloyd Slifer, Junior High School. THE "PRINCE" J Mr. Jackson Wasn't Heir to a Throne, but He Was. a "Prince." "Fight! Fight! Hey, guys, here's a scrap!" Quickly and almost as if by magic there gathered about at one end of the main first-floor corridefr of Victor high school, from where the above announcement of a battle royal had come, a number of boisterous pushing students "scrap fans," they called themselves. "Who's scrapping?" asked one of the late comers, crowded out of a position near the fighters by those who had arrived on the scene a little in advance. "Slim Perkins and Sam Stevens," shortly answered one of the watchaicls -

life.! "What's it about?" further in- ' J quired the late-comer. j "Don't know for sure. Better ask " some other guy." I i The question was put again, this J time to another "fan," and in reply I the late arrival was told that "may

be Sam Stevens did something Slim iriniiifi uiuu i. iinvt ...... v.u bavin' it hot an' heavy." The statement was not entirely correct. It is true they were having it hot and heavy, but something j else was the cause of the fight. Slim Perkins, one of the combatants, was the typical story-book school bully at Victor high. He was of that over-bearing, bossy sort, that we hate at first sight. He was a Junior. Sam Stevens was but a mere Sophomore. He was not famed at Victor high for anything, except. perhaps, for a little work on the school track team. But unlike Slim Perkins, he was well-tlked. Just a few minutes before the crowd of students had gathered in the corridor to see the fight, Sam had been walking peacefully down the stairs leading to the main corridor of the first floor. Following stealthily in back of him was Slim Perkins. About half way down the stairs, Slim, up to more of his dastardly. bullying practical jokes, stuck out his foot and tripped Sam, . who fell head on? down the remaining steps and landed with a thump. Blows were exchanged between Slim Perkins and Sam Stevens at an extremely lively rate for a period of four minutes before any great damage was done to either. Then, of a sudden, and in a manner that drew gasps from even the most disinterested of the specta tors, Sam gathered all his slienith ioto his sturdy right arm and with a mighty swing planted his fist squarely on Slim's nose. The blow drew blood, but more than that, it Toppled over the big burly Slim, and he stumbled backward into the arms of the astonished "fans". After that punch, it looked as if

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Slim way to give up his end of the fight. But no. In a moment ho regained his balance, and bracing himself, gave a mighty lunge toward the alert and waiting Sam. Sam dodged. Slim, the momentum of his spring carrying him on, dived to the floor, where he lay prone and exhausted. After Slim landed on the floor be did not move. His strength had left him. His breath came hard. He was "licked." Hardly had the yells of joy from the watchers died out than a student on the outside of the throng whispered hoarsely the warning, "Jiggers! The Prince!" He referred to Mr. Jackson, principal of Victor high, who v. as called "The Prince" for short. At this warning, for It was against the rules of the school to fight on the premises, the crowd dispersed almost as quickly as it had gathered. In not less than two minutes after the first whisper there were but two students left on the spot Slim Perkins, the exhausted loser, and Sam Steens. Principal Jackson approached the two. Sam was kneeling over the worn, beaten Slim, urging him to get up from the floor. "I want you two boys" Mr. Jackson's voice was stern "to come with me to my office." Stooping over, he with the assistance of Sam, lifted the vanquished Slim to his feet and walked him to the office. What takes place there? Something interesting, you can bet. Next week's chapter carries some of the details. Grace's Christmas Once upon a time there waa a little girl. She was very poor. It was near Christmas. Her name was Grace. As she said her prayers she asked Santa Claus to remember her. But her mother felt sad, as her father had died. All they had for a living was what the mother made in washing. So it was the night before Christmas, and Grace had to go to the grocery. On the way to the grocery she met a little girl. She was crying very hard. She said she was lost. All she could say was that her name was Mary Smith. Grace went ia search of a policeraan and told about the little girl. So they found her home and they were rich people. They took Grace home in their automobile. The next day they got Grace and her mother and they spent a joyful day. They were always good friend3. Thelma Nieman, age 10, grade 4A, Vaile School. "How does it happen you are five minutes late for school this morning?" "I must have overwashed mvself." "There is an awful rumbling in my stomach like a cart going over a cobblestone street." "It's probably that truck you ate for dinner."