Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 111, 19 March 1921 — Page 14

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- On the loop journey to Mr. Wildftr'a ranch Billy Jr. grew tired. "How, much further is it?" he asked finally.' "I bate walking behind & wagon, taking all the dust from the horses' heels. And this dust seems to smart so when it gets in one's eyes." "Yes, I know it does; that is because there is so much alkali in the ground about here. Don't you remember my telling you about Dead Lake and the bones of animals you would see bleaching on its margin had you tried to walk across the desert? Well, this is not a desert but we have to pass a small lake of alkali water, and, small as it is you can see the bones of animals lying beside it. There is very little water out here, no large rivers, and only a few springs or little mountain streams." "Quick! look off there toward the foothills; do you see that grey dog running with a long loping trot?" continued Star. i "Yes. what of it?" said Billy Jr.

"Why, that is not a dog but a ( he died he became still more facoyote or prairie wolf." mous. And now he is more famous "It is? I wish I had taken a bet- than ever. When he used the newster look at him," answered Billy Jr. paper company's typewriters he

Presently Star called out, "Cheer up, Billy. We are almost there, for I can sea the smoke now rising from the ranch house in the distance." Early the next morning a small flock of sheep was driven from the corral, headed by their leader, aD old mountain goat, who was always selected to take out the new flocks

for the first two or three times and i peare made the newspaper comto break in the new leaders. Ana nanv famous or whether h m-,i.

now it was Billy Jr.'s turn to be.tnem mad. All original stories apbroken In and taught how to lead J T1--,j p0v paj the sheep and give warning of any

danger. He found old Long Hair (sc nampd from his exceedinel' Ion hair) a very agreeable, patient goa and willing to answer all the ne goat's questions, which were not s few, as he wanted to know all abou the country and the ways of west era sheep. Billy knew he mue keep up a certain dignity or th theep would never look up to hir fcr have any confidence in him. Sc he was to get their confidence and a name for bravery in a way he least expected. Old Long Hair had led them from the corral across the mesa and down into a valley where a little water was to be found in the bottom of an "aroya," or deep ditch, which an easterner would call a, gully. It is made by the water washing down the sides of the Wit and Humor A girl reading in a paper that fish was an excellent brain food, wrote to the editor: Dear Sir Seeing as how you say fish is ' good for the brains, what kind of fish shall I eat? To this the editor replied: Dear Miss: Judging from the composition of your letter, I should advise you to eat a whale. A reader from St. Andrews "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today," quoted Willie's mother. I That's right, ma," agreed Willie cheerfully, "so I guess I will finish up the other part of the cherry pie right away." "Why do you always Insist upon bavlr? the largest piece of pie, Harry?" asked the mother reprovingly. "Isn't your big brother entitled to it?" "No, no," said Harry. "He was ratine pie three years before I was bom."

8sa3ns mountains and plowing, its way through the soft soil. When the flock got to the edge of this aroya, Billy noticed that a large ram with Immense double twisted horns walked out of the flock toward him. (Can you guess what happened to the ram? You'll hear next week.) (Copyright by the Saalfiold PublishingCo., Akron, O.) A DOG'S CEMETERY In Hartsdale, Westchester coun ty. New York, Is a cemetery for aogs, the only one of its kind in the country, and the only one in the world, so far as it is known, except one in rans. Over two thousand aogs have been buried here. The graves are marked with variousshaped headstones and there are flowers everywhere. In some cases large sums of money have been paid for monuments and even mausoleums. One mausoleum cost $13,000 and was erected to the "Memory of Sally and Tottels." There are many monuments that cost many thousand dollars. The oldest dog buried here is 21 years old. Lois Simpson, age 12, Pinley school. AN ORIGINAL STORY Dear Aunt Polly: I've often heard that you were in need of "original" stories. So, here I am, trying to do my best for you. The Little Playwright. Once upon a time there was a little boy who liked very much to write stories and plays. He liked to write them on bis father's typewriter but his father was. afraid he would break it. So he just went up to a newspaper office nearby and typewrited to his heart's delight. When he grew up to be a great big mn he wrote plays for a living. boon he became famous and when only broke two and one-half in all those years. And now maybe you would like to know who this wonderful person is so, I will tell you. His name was William Shakespeare. Wasn't he just a wonderful guy? By Jeremiah Frankfort Wenneir. Dear Jeremiah: 1 am still wonderine whether vonr Rillv Shakos.

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HAS READ PALLADIUM, SINCE '88 LETTER New Castle. Iod.. Feb. 28, 1021. Dear Aunt Polly: Well, I have been a reader of the Junior Palladium for two or tnree years. I have been wanting to write a story for it for a long time. We have taken the Palladium since 1888. First, niy Grandma Brown, and then my mamma and folks. I now will write a story for it. I live on a farm about one and one-half miles west of New Castle. I get my mail on K. V. D. No. C. I have a little kitten that is black with a little white on the end of his tail, and another that is gray and white. I also have a little pig that is called Fattie. lie is a very friendly little pig. I have a little sister named Martha Elizabeth, and a brother Bobbie, who will go to school next year. From a reader of the Palladium. Catherine Eloise Brown, orp. 9, New Castle, Ind., R. F. D. No. C. Dear Catherine Eloi?e: What fun to live where there are little kittens and pigs, as well as brothers and sisters! That must be almost as much as being an aunt to several hundred children. We suggest you ask your grandma to tell you some stories of things that happened back in the year she first started to take the Palladium, or even before, and then you write them in another letter to the Junior. Aunt Polly. RIDDLES FOR JUNIORS 1. Word square: A relative. A state. A possession of all. An adverb of time. 2. Word square: What cats dislike. Shaped like an egg. Something to play. A vehicle for winter. 3. What trees has fire no effect upon 4. Why is a caterpillar like a hot roll? Answers to these riddles are to be found SOMEWHERE in this edition of The Junior. Find them. WHO IS HE? Banker, Red Cross worker, and general. (Last one: Marshal Foch. leader of the Allies.)

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THE MYSTERY OF SILVER BROOK FARM I v : , :

Chapter II. "And. look Dorothy! Tinrf" n light iu the house!" "Look, there's a shutter open, let's go and look in!" So off the girls ran as fast as they could to the house, but as they got nearer they did not run hi

lust as tney inougni some.ouy n,Rht about what would happen the might hear them. When t hey got nPxt day. up to the window Dorothy looked j Saturday finally came and the in first but very carefully as sho were Very much exeiiod. thought they might see her, and Virginia Brookbank, Garfield High when she looked in she uttered a'KCkool. (To I5e continued.) cry of surprise and when Alice i

looked in she did the same, and J when Alice had finished she turned ' find tltci flt flnt-nHiv i it -iirnriu- t ed to say anything. Finally Dorothy decided that they had better go home it was; getting dark and so they started out for home "I was sure it was a man I saw go behind those bushes," said Dorothy. "V'ou must have been mistaken," said Alice. "For when I looked in the window I saw the figure of a women bending over something." "I wonder what It was she was bending over but here we are home, and don't forget tomorrow night." "I won't. Good-bye." "Good-bye. Don't tell anyone." So the next night Dorothy was invited to Alice's for dinner and after dinner Alice told her mother they were going for a walk, so they started out for Silver Brook farm. "I thought of a dandy plan last night in bed," said Dorothy. "What is it?" asked Alice. "Well you know Miss Jones has been going to take the girls of her Sunday school class out on a hike, and she said we could go to Silver Brook farm and I'm going to ask her if we can have a wiener roast and have it next Saturday evening, and after it we could roam around in the woods and you and I could go and see if we could find out anything." "Oh Dorothy! How did you ever think of such a good plan?" "I don't know, but what's this?" Dorothy picked up a piece of paper which read: "Meet me at Silver Brook Farm Saturday evening, seven o'clock. JOE. "That's just the day we're going to have our wiener roast. Everything's just turning out line, isn't it?" Just then they opened the gate to entrance of Silver Brook farm, but. they didn't find or see anything

bo they went on The girls received the consent of Miss Jones with much pleasure and they could hardly wait till Saturday came. Friday night came and Alice came over to spend the night with Dorothy and they talked nearly all FRANK AND AGNES They went out in the park. They could both row, so they went and hired a boat. Agnes put that shfl j her doll in her lap so could row better. They went skimming along till they were out in the middle of the lake. By and by, Agnes forgot about iter doll, and it fell out of her lap into the big lake. "Oh, Frank," she cried, "look at Arabella!" "I'll get her some way," answered Frank. "But that would rock the boat you mustn't." So, poor Arabella was drowned. "Made up" by Grades 2-AH, Finley school. The Black Eyed Princess CHAPTER I. In the home of King Ranie lived a princess who was very beautiful with black eyes. She was never allowed to go (Jut of the castle. She would sit for hours looking out the window. She wept and was grieved for out-of -door pleasures. One day as she was looking out of the window, she saw her father talking to a man. She heard her father say that if she went out, she would die the next day, because a man with long hair would kill her in the night. The princess was grieved. Sho broke the window and jumped out and ran to the door of the castle. The stable boy saw her and followed her. She went into her room. The stable boy stood in the hall. When she was sitting by the window, she heard a noise; then her door slowly opened. She screamed To Be Continued Dortha Mitchell, Finley school.

I that evening,, 'home.