Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 197, 19 August 1922 — Page 14
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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, AUGUST 1!), 1922
MYSTERY of CRESSTE FARM
By JULIA R. BURR
CHAPTER VI. Sure enough, the man was putting something in the mailbox Then taking a huge flush-light out of his pocket he snapped it on and quickly swung it around In the air several times with his left hand. Then he put tho light out and started to go back from whence he had come. Virginia nudged Helen. "Say," she whispered, "some--thing's up, and it's up to us to find out what it. Is. As soon as thai . man gets past this tree and- If it Is reasonably safe, you get down and follow him. Then I'll get down too,
and see what that was he put in
the box. Here, take this piece of
white chalk that I have in my pocket and mark the way that you go so that I can follow afterwards. S-sh, here he conies!" Silently they watched the man creep past the tree and on toward the barnyard. When he was at a place where they could not be seen, they climbed down out of the elm tree. Helen cautiously followed the man ahead of her while Vir
ginia went over to investigate the
contents of the mail-box. After
opening it she pulled out a long
plain looking envelope which was sealed with glue. She burst open the seal finally, and pulled out a folded paper, which she opened up. There was writing on it, but she could not read it out there in tho dark and so she went into the
kitchen. As she read the document, her face turned an ashy white,' but when she came to the signature she gave out a terriblo scream. The next thing she knew she heard someone saying, "She's all right now. I guess I must have frightened her pretty badly. No, she'll be safe, Mrs. Browne, you may go back may go back to Aunt Ruth now if you wish." She opened her eyes and looked up into somebody's face. It was Jimmie's.
"Why, what's the matter" sho asked all in a daze. "Why am I lying here on the couch?" "I guess I must have frightened you when I came in," said Jiromie. "Anyway you screamed as if some one were killing you. If I hadn't caught you when you started to faint there would have been an awful gash in your head by now." And then Virginia's thoughts of previous moments came rushing back to her. j
"Oh, I know now," said
rso, it wasn t you I diun t even know you were there. - Where were
you?" "Why, I was just coming home," explained Jiminie," "I ran on ahead of the others to see if you folks had heard anything. I heard a scream and rushed into the house just in time to catch you." "Oh. you say you left the others behind?" she asked. "How far?" "Oh, they should be here about uow, I reckon," replied Jimmie, , "Then we must , -hurry," cried Virginia. "Please, Jim, don't asic any questions, but just follow me."
Quickly she ran back to the kitchen, and there on the floor she found the terrible letter that had frightened her so. "This Is what caused all of my fright," she said holding it up to Jim. "I can't let you read it now though as the others will be backsoon and the game will be up."
She snatched a coat off of. a nail and throwing it about her, threw open the kitchen door and stepped out into the dark yard with a command for Jimmie to follow her.
They had gone as far as the elm tree when she turned abruptly and faced Jimmie. "Got any matches?" she demanded. Jimmy shooked his head. "Then run back to the house and bring a whole boxfull," she commanded. "You'll find them in the kitchen cupboard." Jimmio ran back to the house and soon returned with the matches which he handed to Virginia. He watched her as sho struck match after match and examined trees, and fences and then things for signs of chalk marks. At last he could keep still no longer. "What in the world are you do
ing Virginia?" he blurted out. (To Bo Continued)
Wenona waited nearby. "I wish I could really do something beside delivering," she pouted. "That doesn't take much lime. And you don't let me do anything else at all, I'd like bo much to do wiiuething to help make money." "Well," said her mother, matter-of-fact ly, "you aren't any hand ai making cakes or bread, or anything like that. You don't seem to have any knack about cooking. Too
muchiOf a tomboy, I guess. Run along and play for a while now." Wenona went out on the porch. Misehievious little Tommy Stevens
from next door saw her-and came
STORIES ABOUT DOGS YOU KNOW
THE SPORTING SETTER Probably the handsomest of all dogs,' sporting or non-sporting, is the setter. Iieiitg possessed of a very acute sense of smell, the dog
is used principally for hunting pur
ls deep; its body of moderate length. The tail is set almost on a line with the back and slightly curved. A long, silky and slightly wavy coat is characteristic. In
(color, the English setter may b.
poses. Its exact origin is unknown, U''her black and white, lemon and
REDHEAD GINGERBREAD
R6M the kitchen of the Car-
son house came the kind of odor that made every passerby sniff hungrily. It wa3 the frag r a n c e of
f r e s h-b a k e d bread, cakes, crispy dough nuts, and melt-
in-your-mouth cookies. Mrs. Carson was hurriedly wrn.
she. ping up the bakery goods, whi'o
trotting over. "Redhead. Ginger
bread," he teased her. She tossed back her flaming curls and laughed. "Come, here, you rascal," she called. "Speaking of gingerbread, mother is just making some. Come along and maybe there'll be some dough left over
and I'll make you a grand gingerbread man." So Wenona made him a beautiful gingerbread ' man, with raisin eyes and everything. Tommy waited until ho was baked, and then took his "man" gleefully home. A few minutes later Mrs. Stevens called up. "Tommy just showed me the cute gingerbread man you made him," she cried. "I never saw one so cunning. I'm giving a children'. party Saturday, and I wonder if you wouldn't make me a dozen." Mrs, Carson mixed the dough for Wenona, and the gingerbread men were delivered. And that was the beginning of Wcnona's summer money-making. (Copyright 1922 Associated Editors)
or rather, doubtful, though it is supposed to have originated with
the spaniel and old Spanish pointer. A certain dng fancier and sports
man owned a setter that had a peculiar ability for finding lost articles. ; Whenever his master told hiih to, the dog would go in search of something. One day while hunting his master lost his riding whip. A servant was sent back over the trail to find the whip. lie returned after a while, empty-handed. The master whistled for his setter. When the dog came up the man told him to go find the whip. The dog ran back over the trail and returned in less than ten min
utes carrying the whip in his mouth. , Setters are very much like humans in some respects. There is a
story told of how a setter became)
very much disgusted with his master's shooting and then regained
his confidence in the man's ability
The master had shot to this dog
for two or three years. One day, when he and the animal were out hunting he fired eight or ten times at birds the dog had found, and missed. The animal returned home apparently in great disgust. The feeling was evident in his face and very expressive eyes. That night the master took his
dog out again, and this time killed with every shot. This effected a reconciliation.
There are three branches of the
white, or black and white and tan.
This color may be in heavy patches, though the flecked coat is preferred. Tho Irish setter is of similar
build. The most distinct, difference is found in his coat and its coloring. It is a rich, golden chestnut,, and the hair is flat and fairly freo from curl or wave. Dlack-and tan setters are heavier than either of the other two. Tim dog is beautifully colored, its blade being jet and the tan a bright, contrasting color. In all three cases it is a sign of good breeding for the "feathers" on the setter's fore and hind leg.-t to ba long and in abundance. (Copyright 1922 Associated Editors)
The Short Story, Jr.
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Wandering Letters It has been estimated that 20. 000,000 letters each year do not find
their destination and reach the Dead Letter Office. This is but a small number of the letters mailed with wrong addresses. The cost of directory searching is $500 a day. x
setter family English, Black-and-tan, and Irish. The English setter is possessed of a long, lean head, black nose, and bright eyes that are mild and intelligent. Its chest
THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT
By Briggs
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At Tumble-Inn
L10ANOR AND Frank w e r a keeping houso while their mother was away on a visit of several weeks. The serious illness of her only sister had called her away, or she never
would have left them just at tho time when the garden most needed her care. Their garden was their means of support. They supplied vegetables for the big hotel of tho nearby summer resort. Their house sat down in a little hollow near the river bank, away from the main road of travel. They .seldom had any visitors. They were surprised, therefore, one morning when they Were both at work in the garden to hear some one calling. They looked up and a girl waved at them gaily from the cliff above. They waved back
j and she started down the hillside.
Jiaifway down she stumbled on a stone, lost her balance, and camo falling down the hill. Eleanor and Frank hurried to catch her, but did not reach her before she had suffered a badly wrenched ankle. They carried her into the house, and Eleanor tried to make her comfortable while
Frank hurried to the hotel to get a doctor and to notify her parents. She had been wandering off exploring the neighborhood by herself. Elsie, the injured girl, and her mother took the spare bedroom. They decided to stay until her ankle was better. Eleanor and Frank-
decided that with the extra money
tney were getting for board, they could hire a man to hpln in thn
garden and Eleanor could spend
tier time cooking, .which she loved. She needed the- time fnr fpionrij
of Elsie soon found the secluded
little spot. And once they came they came again, alwavs nnvirm- n
good price for their meals. Thoy liked to come there and rest from the busy lift at the hotel.
When, a few weeks later, their
mother returned, Eleanor and Frank ran to meet hnr cmHv an
laughed at her astonishment when
sue saw the sign on their door (suggested bv Elsie) "Tn
(Copyright, 1922. Associated Editors)
Walters lived in a house with a woman who is 75 years old. Yesterday her doorbell rang several times, so Mrs. Walters answered it. She found a little girl about 5. who inquired if Mrs. J. was at home. Mrs. Walters told her she was out and asked if she could do anything for her. She replied: "No, thank you; I just came to play with Mrs. J." Contributed by F. A. W.
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