Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 193, 25 June 1921 — Page 12

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One day when IJilly was wandering idly about he saw one of the firemen walking across lots, carrying a bundle which he knew was intended for the washerwoman. Having nothing special to do, he followed and soon overtook him. The fireman gave him a chew of tobacco, and was surprised to find that Instead of spluttering, making a fuss and spitting it out of his mouth, he chewed It like an oldtinier and seemed to enjoy It, his beard going up and down In that queer way that men's do when they are chewing. "Well, Billy, how are you? and how has the world been using you since last we met? Let me see, the last time I saw you, you were trying to decide whether to come down a flight of stairs or whether to slide down a greased pole, were you not?" And with such pleasant converse the man and goat walked along side by side until they reached the washerwoman's fihanty. She was a jolly, red faced Irishwoman, somewhat pie-crusty In temper, but nevertheless an ex cellent laundress and all would have been well had not Billy acci dentally tramped with his muddy feet on some fine clothes that had been spread on the grass to whiten. Seeing his footmarks upon the dainty pieces with which she had taken such pains, she snatched up a dipper of hot water and threw it at Billy, calling out as she did so: "You miserable baste, If ye come around here with your dirty fate again, a-spilin my nice, clean clothes, I'll brake yer ugly neck fer ye, that I will. Bedad, It's no fun doin' thim fine petticoats agin. Sure and it ain't." Our Bill, Jr., having the grace to see that he was at fault, and that his carelessness had been the oauso of making unnecessary work to the irate Irishwoman, meekly turned away and returned home without waiting for the fireman. The next day Billy thought he would stroll back to tho washerwoman's place to find out if she were stil angry with him, and also to play some trick upon her (if he could) in return for the throwing of the hot water. He first peeked through a crack in the fence to

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see if she were hanging out some clothes, but not soelng her, he crawled ' through a hole where some boards had fallen down, and, keeping a sharp lookout about him, he caught sight of her coming from the kitchen. He kept out of sight until she disappeared within a neighbor's house, then he walked straight to the kitchen door, stuck his head inside and, as no one was about, he boldly walked In to sge W he could find what it was smelt so good. He had not far to look, for, just before him stood a table, and on it Vas placed the mid day meal which the washerwoman had prepared for her husband. "My, but it smells good and I am as hungry as a bear," said Billy, without a twinge of conscience, and helping himself to the nice, mealy potatoes, cabbage and cornbeef, and the bread, even licking the crumbs from the plate, and leaving only the empty dishes for the poor, hungry husband. (Copyright by the Saalfieltl Publishing Co., Akron, O.) TRAVELING LETTERS TO BE PUBLISHED IN JUNIOR Announcement has been made in all the grade schools of the city by Miss Lilla Payne, elementary school supervisor,, that all travel ing letters arriving in Richmond during the summer months will be translated and published in the Junior Palladium. Watch for them. AX.Vu'"l' 0''

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That Rainy Day Alice was a little girl about nine years old. She lived in the heart of a big city in a crowded apartment house. One day when she woke up, it was raining very, very hard. She lay in bed quite awhile because when she did get up shedid not know what to do. "What can I do?" she asked her mother, "it's raining so hard that I can't go anywhere and I'm so tired of all my books and games" "What about this?" asked her mother, bringing in a box. "Where did it come from?" asked Alice. "It came through the mail yesterday," answered her mother. "You may open it now If you like." Alice quickly opened the box and there was a dear little black kitten. "Oh! oh! oh!" cried Alice in delight, "where did it come from?" "Uncle Jack sent it,", replied mother. "Wasn't he a dear?" said Alice. Alice played with her kitten all morning and decided to call it Night because it was so black. By afternoon the rain had almost stopped. At about 2 o'clock the telephone rang and mother told Alice to answer. Iu a minute she said, "Oh,

mother, Katie wants mo to come over and spend the night with her! May I go?" "Yes, you may," said mother. So Alice spent the night with Katie, and the day that had started out so drearily ended happily after all. Lorraine Petty, age 10 years, grade 6, Cambridge City. CHILDHOOD DAYS Out of memory of childhood days, Out in the meadow, skipping like a lark, Mother by the old kitchen stove. Brother cutting wood. Sister drawing water, Father coming home with little sister, too It seemed only yesterday that I was a boy. ' ' ley Kllzabeth Holt. WHO IS SHE? A great champion of woman suffrage. (Last one: Twain.) Mark

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One bright day in June two men could be seen walking along the country road, one wiping the perspiration from his face and the other walking at a slow rate be hind him. "I can walk no farther," said one of the men, finally. "Either sit down and rest awhile or try to make it to the village alone." The other looked back and laughed, "Oil, well, we havo all the time in the world! In a few minutes we will feel like walking again. Let's rest here where it is nice and shady." This they did, and in a few minutes they were sound asleep. About 'midnight, one awakened, only to find himself in a bai n. He saw a light, and became frightened, but. when he came face to face with a fanner he felt relieved. The farmer questioned him, and, being satisfied with his story, asked him to come into the house. He accepted the invitation. The next morning the farmer told him he could bathe while his wife got breakfast. After eating hot rolls and coffee, he decided it was the best breakfast he had tasted for ages. The farmer told him to wit down and then began: "Listen, my son, you look like a brave boy, and 1 have a proposition to make. Down on the next lot there stands a house; it is a cozy little place and no one has been there for years. My (laughter died there and it is said to be haunted. Everything is the same as when she left it. Nothing has been touched and I am offering five thousand dollars to the person who sleeps in the house over night. Of course, I will lock you in and keep the keys myself. You will not he able to eef out until morn ing. So. it Is up to you will youi sleep there or not?" "Well, I agree, and tonight I will be ready to solve the mystery for you." About nine o'clock they took a lantern and started for the house. It was a lonely place, surrounded by a dark woods. The wind was blowing and very queer sounds could be heard. The young man was about to turn back, when the farmer called him: "Well, young man, here is some liquor; 1 am sure you will need it. 5T V

I will now say goodnight, and leave you to a peaceful night. Tomorrow I will be here with the five thousand." The farmer left and the young man could hear the rattling of his keys and then the sound of his footsteps ceased. Everything seemed quiet until about twelve o'clock, when a somi'! could be heard coming up the cellar steps. With his hair standing on end, he reached for the bottle of whisky. He took a drink anil then prepared for the worst. lie sat slill, and, when ho turned hiseyes tho other direction, he could see something moving slowly toward him. Finally, it came nearer and then it appeared to be a casket floating around th room. It disappeared and then a woman appeared. She was dressed in white and her hair was hanging down her back. She walked around the rooms, staring in one direction only. He heard the rattling of chains and felt some one shaking him. He woke up and looked around, only to see his friend laughing with all his might. "Say, paid," replied the friend, "don't you think we had belter get away from ths place? Here is a carriage, and the man has offered to take us to the village." He looked around in a dreamy way, saying, "Well, if that wasn't some dream!" Richard McCann, grade 4, St. Mary's school.

The Candy House Once upon a time there lived a ! man and a woman and two child ren. They were very poor. All they would have for breakfast in the morning was hard bread. They had a hoy and a girl. The girl's na"ie was Mary and the boy's name was Harry. One night after they had all gone to bed, Harry heard his father say, "We can not keep the children; wo will have to take them away in the morning." And after they had gone to sleep, Harry got up and got some rocks and hid them in his coat, and finally he went to sleep. The next morning came and long about 10 o'clock their father said, "Well, get ready, Mary and Harry, and you can go and help me cut wood." So, they got ready and got in the machine and rode away and the little boy did not get to drop his rocks so he could follow tho tracks back home. It was very cold that morning and the man told the children to crawl down in the back part of the machine and go to sleep, so they did. He came to an old woods and laid them out. of the machine and went home. After awhile they awoke and did not know what to do. They got up and went to walking, and they kept walking till they saw a house. They went in this and they saw another house made of candy. They ate three op four pieces and they heard some one say "Come in," and they walked in and there sa.t an old witch. After they were there about an

hour she told the little hoy to come to her, so he went and she picked him up and put him in a cage; and she told the little girl to come to her and she shut her up in tho cage, and the next day tho old witch baked a cake and she went and got the little boy and she told him to see it the oven was hot enough and he said "No, you see., and the old witch stuck her head into the oven and the little hoy- pushed her in and held tho door light till she could not get out and when she was burned to death they took all the candy and the boy and the little girl went out walking around till they found the way home and they showed their father and mother the stuff., They sold it and got $10(1 and lived happily and had plenty to eat. Ruth Humphreys, ago 11, grade 6, Huntsville school. TWISTED NAMES 1. Certseh Llinsoc. 2. Taun Lloyp. 3. ykenmo (this is not the namo ofa person, but the name of an animal). 4. psrarwo (Io not believe you would call this the name of an animal). Answers next week, C. C.