Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 271, 24 September 1921 — Page 14
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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1921
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Frances Trego Montgomery
PART I. This little plateau where the goats met the chamois was a beautiful place, all carpeted with grass and backed up by towering rocks. At one end was a cliff looking out over a valley, at the further end of which was a little village. Dilly, In his eagerness to see the world, ran at onco to the edge of the cliff. "You reckless Billy!" cried his mother, running after him. "Don't go so close to that cliff or you will surely fall over and break your neck!" "I'm not afraid," boasted Billy, and actually stood on his hind legs . at the very edge. Just then a few loose stones
came rolling down the ravine, and like a flash the entire herd of chamois were gone, leaping across a broad chasm to a little ledge
upon the other side, where there
was a second path that led among tho rocl3 "Oh, what shall we do?" cried Lilly's mother. "Here come two hunters with guns, and we can't jump where they did. Why, it's twelve feet across there!" She was
frightened half to death, but not
for herself, for she threw herself
squarely between Blly and the hunters. The hunters were Ignorant fellows, and as soon as they caught sight of the two goats they thought that these also were chamois, and one of them, lifting his gun, shot at them, grazing the head of the mother goat. She toppled over against Billy, and that knocked him over the cliff. If it had not been for a small tree which grew out of the cliff about half way down, Billy would have been dashed to death, but the tree broke his fall and so he only lay in the
valley stunned, while the hunters picked up his mother and in great glee carried her away, thinking
they had shot a chamois.
When they got back to their
guide he told them their mistake, und saw, too. that tho goat was only stunned; so they gave it to
him and he sold it next day to a man who was buying some extra goats for Hans Zug. to stock a
goat farm in America.
In the meantime poor Blily lay
almost dead at the bas eof the cliff, where a man found him about an hour later. "You poor goat!" said the man, looking up at the cliff. "Did you fall down from that dizzy height?" and he put his hand on Billy's sleek coat. "At least, you are not dead," he went on,, feeling Billy's
heart beat. "I ll get you some
water.'
Ire took off his little round hat
and ran back to where a tiny
waterfall came splashing and turn
bling down the cliff, and, filling
his hat full of water, brought it
and emptied it on the goats head.
The cool shower revived Hilly so
that he raised his head a little, and by the time the man got back with the second hatful of water
he was able to drink a little. This revived him still more, and presently he scrambled weakly to his feet. He stumbled and swayed and nearly fell down, but by spreading his feet out he managed to stand up, and by-tand-by he took a few toterlng steps. With each step he grew stronger, and after another
good drink he was able to follow this kind man across the valley to the little village. PAUT II Billy was glad enough to lie down and take a nap as soon as he got to the man's house In the village, and he did not wake up until
late at night. After his good sleep he felt as strong as ever and thought he would get something to eat, the nsee if he could not find his mother. He found that he was tied to a fence not far from a little whitewashed building, under which ran a stream of water, but it did not take long for him to jerk himself loose. Going toward the little white building he smelted something that reminded him of milk. He tried to get in at the door. It was fastened with a wooden button, but Billy did not care for that. He went back a little piece to get a run, and bumped head first into, the door, which flew open at once.
" Milk ! " said Billy, sniffing around in delight. "Nice, sweet
milk! I'm sure that kind man
would want me to have some." There was a little board walk
down the center of this spring-
house, and on each side of this
were a number of crocks setting
in the water, each one of them covered with a plate and containing milk. A stone was laid on top of each plate to weight the crock down in the water, and in trying to nose off one of these plates, Billy
reached over too far and fell. He landed among the crocks, which, of course, bumped into each other, breaking and overturning and spilling milk and making a great clatter. At the noise, two dogs came running down and dashed into the spring-house, where, seeing something floundering around in the water, they promptly dived in after it and Billy found himself
very busy. The noise the dogs made aroused the man and his wife, and they, too, came down;
the noise they -made aroused the neighbors on both sides, who
came running over to see what was the matter; a young man, who was coming home late from calling on a girl, passed by that way and saw the people from both sides running to this house and thought there must be a fire, so he ran to the
town hall, where the rope of the fire bell hung outside, and began ringing it as loud as he could, which aroused everybody in the vilage. Hearing the commotion,
many got out of bed and came out on the streets to learn where the fire was. All this time Billy, the cause of the hubbub, was battling with the dogs among the milk crocks in the spring-house, and using his horns right and left as hard as he could, until finally he was able to jump
out between them and on to the1 board walk. Out of the door ho
"PETER PAN" IS TO APPEAR IN MOVIES
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In the Kensington Gardens in London Peter Pan still pipes to the fairies to dance. At least so it apnpara YTnr iha ctntiiA nf littlA PptPl'
dashed, upsetting the man and hisjPan hich is placed ln tne gardens
looks as if he were piping all the cS?, time, and being the fairy orchestra
.-l-1 which important position Mr. Bar-
i7VTi; trie tells us he holds in this place. ----- I ic . . .. . , -1 . . . , i
ii me lauiea uuiiic uui iu uauuc in the gardens every fair evening, they come after the gales are closed or so we are told in the story of Peter Pan. Many of you have read or have
heard the story of Peter Pan told or have, perhaps, seen the play and know that tl was written by a great English writer. Mr. (they call him Sir, too, as a title of honor) James M. Barrie. Perhaps, though many
of you do not know that sometime rather soon we may see Peter in pictures for it is now being made into a motion picture. Mr. John Robinson who is getting the picture ready for us to see, recently made a trip to London to see the gardens, and Mr. Barrie. Hearing this made us remember some things we heard about Peter and his home. Did you know there was a real Peter Pan? This is the way it happened. Years ago Mr. Barrie was walking in a public garden when he came to a group of children playing. He liked to play and so he
wife, butting Into the neighbors, and, all dripping with white milk, ran like the ghost of a goat through the vilage street, making
women and girls scream, scatter
ing people right and left and being chased by yelping dogs and hal
loing men and boys.
Billy easily outran his pursuers,
but he never stopped until he was far out in the country, where he crept under a stone bridge to rest from his long run. As soon as he
had got his breath he broke into a nearby field and made a splendid
supper from some nice young lettuce heads, then he trotted back under his bridge and went to sleep. (Copyright by the Saalfield Publishing: Co., Akron, O.) NEW YORK'S FESTIVAL New York is rather a large city to have a city festival, but it is planning one named "America's Making." Schools, libraries, museums and citizens will take part in this event which will take place the first two weeks in October. ;
played with them for a while. While playing Mr. Barrie thought of a story about a little white bird and a boy who never grew up (that is what Peter Pan was, you know) and so he took one of the boys with whom he had been playing, a boy named Michael, for the hero of his story. Children in London for many years have liked very much to play in the Kensington Gardens and especially around the statue of Peter Pan. There are splendid places to play and to run races without being in any danger of being hurt by passing automobiles. Then, too, there are many gay flowers in the gardens which make this lovely playground all the more inviting. The Round Pond is there just th same as when first Peter Pan as the story tells us, sailed over it several years ago in his strange boat a bird's nest with a little white sail. There are many people who pass the Serpentine and Round Pond every day not thinking about fairies at all but to the children who play in this English park and who have heard the story of Peter Pan, it is ever a place where fairies live and dance and "keep house," where Peter Pan lives and to their minds, one of the finest places in all London in. which to play.
Fireflies
Out of. the bosky glen into the
Summer night,
Fluttering, twinkling, sparkling,
light upon fairy light,
The fireflies glance and dance in
an endless flickering flight. Wilfred Wilson Gibson.
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A Natural Result. Customer; "Your cream is very good, son.' Boy Clerk: "It ought to be, sir, we just whipped it." Not So Different. "I like our new teacher," Elizabeth remarked. "She brings things home to you that you never saw before.' "Huh," replied her brother, "our laundryman does that, too." What He Thought. "Do you know Lincoln's Getty'sburg address" "Why, no; I thought he lived in Washington." Willie's Essay on Cats. "Cats that's made for little bnva
to maul and tease is called Maltease cats. Some cats is known by their quiet purrs and these is called Pursian cats. Cats with
Daa tempers is called Angorie cats. Cats with deep feelin's is called Feline Cats. A Good Excuse Ethel was used to playing a good bit in Sunday school class. One day however, she sat up very prim and behaved so nicely that the teacher said, "Ethel, my dear, you have been a very good little girl today " "Yes'm,' 'replied Ethel meekly, "I couldn't help being dood. I dot a stiff neck."
GEOGRAPHY
Teacher: "I'll bet you that Lake Michigan is Superior to Lake Ontario." Pupil: "Huron."
The Breadfruit Tree. The fruit of the breadfruit tree is covered with a rough rind which has an odd appearance tno ho.
cause of curious markings upon it. It weighs often four or fivo nmimu
and contains a great deal of starch in its make-up, which, as you know, is excellent food. Th n.
tives of the South Sea Islands are
very tond of this fruit. Tho
gather it before it Is ripe and has become pulpy and yellow. When it is ripe it is not so eood. Tint mil..
ered unripe, and baked, its pulp is white and mealy, and is very much like wheat bread!
.WANT ADS
GIRL'S BICYCLE Per sale-
sell cheap. Phone 3238.
will
TRAIN, cars and track: bovs" inv
raraes and books, for sale. Call 100 North West Seventh street.
LOST Part of a fountain pen. th
part carrying the point. Lost between the Main street bridge and West First street. If found phone 3334 or call 115 South' West Fifth street.