Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 221, 16 September 1922 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1922

MYSTERY o- CRESSTE FARM

By JULIA " CHAPTER X. s vJ In the Cresste House ' Sure enough, it was Cresste farnt! Jimmy was bubbling over with excitement, while Virginia ' was almost shaking with fright. However,she dared not be afraid, for, haan t Jimmy called her a coward ? Cautiously Jimmy tried all the doors to see if they might be open. When they came to the front of the house, they were almost afraid to walk on the porch, which was bo decayed that it might give way at any moment. It must be done, however, so, picking out the places that looked the safest, they noiselessly .tip-toed across the porch, and Jimmy tried the door. Lo, it opened so. easily that it might have been by magic! When they entered, they found themselves in a large room. "Be careful," whispered Vir ginia to Jimmy, who was flashing his light around carelessly, "you are too careless with your light. You know there is some one in tor "Oh ail r4aht" Ba,d Jimmy, "but what makes""yoa t-h.ere 18 someonein the house?'' - r "Silly," scorned Virginia, "Who do you suppose makes those lights and who does the shrieking? Somebody does, that's sure." This time, however, Virginia did not lead the way, but hung right behind Jimmy all of the time.' The shrieks still continued and sounded as if they came from the upper story of the house, and so they quickly, but very quietly, began to ascend the stairs. When they had reached the top they found still another flight of stairs which evi dently led to the garret. This time the shrieks Bounded close at hand, and so the children were very quiet and cautious In going up this last flight of stairs. When they had gone, up the last, step, they found themselves in a small, rectangular room, but .although the shrieks were ringing in their very ears, they . could not tell , whence they came. "Oh, Jimmy,"- whispered Virginia, with her hands over her ears, "there must be real ghosts in here, after all." "Shucks, Virginia," he laughged. "You're losing confidence in yourself. As you said before, those shrieks must come from somewhere. Now, let's hunt." He turned on his light and began to hunt around in the garret. "Why, Jimmy!" exclaimed Virginia, after watching his queer

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doings. "The shrieks aren't in the walls.': , . "That's where you're wrong,' replied Jimmy. "They come from this wall.. There must be a secret room that Connects with this one." "A secret room!" exclaimed she "Oh, do you suppose " "Ouch!" yelled Jimmy in a loud whisper. "I don't have to suppose now. See, Virginia, there is a secret door. If I hadn't been directly in front of i t when I touched this bit of wall paper which is over a secret button, the door would have fallen down flat and made a lot of racket. Now, don't be in such a hurry. We have to be rather cautious about this matter." "Look," said Virginia. "That piece, of wall paper looks Just as if it were a remnant of a strip that was once on here. What a splen did disguise for that secret but ton, isn't it?" "Uh-hum," said Jimmy. "Now, watch out! I'm going to let this door down It comes down like a desk door would but, if you see something that is perfectly terrifyingfor heaven's sake, don't scream. No telling what will hapDejnto us if we're discovered." "Oii, I "ist know I II scream," she said designingly. "Tie your handkerchief around ITV mouth,Jimmy; it's big enough to fold 65Veral times. I feel sure there's going to be something awful in there I'm almost afraid to go in, yet I want to see what's there." ' "Perhaps, then," suggested Jimmy, "I'd better tie this handkerchief across your eyes. Then you'll not be able to see what's in there." "Oh, don't do that," begged she. " 'cause I do want to see, but I just must not scream. Put it on quick, Jimmy, or I'll die of anxiety." "Oh, anything to prevent your death," said Jimmy hastily, as he tied the handkerchief around her mouth. "There," said Virginia. "I feel safer now. Let down the door, and and then, I'll see the ghosts." " So, Jimmy quietly let down the door To Be Continued. Echo C ave "'Seems to me," drawled Harry Ross, "that this cave back of us must, be the white lady cave I've heard my father speak about. It's supposed to be haunted. A queer sort of eclio, sounding like a womans' voice, is heard, and some-

times late travelers have seen a woman, all in white, standing in the mouth of the cave." - The five boys shivered and drew closer to the fire. The cave was tt the foot of the big hill. Between this hill and the river was Iheir camp. They sometimes stored things in the cave mouth. Several of them claimed that if you went in there in the evening and yelled "Halloo!" a faint, mocking sort of reply came back, not sounding at all like a regular echo. ; - . One late afternoon all the boys were hunting. Jerry Pearson, who came back to camp early, found it

deserted. He wandered about by himself and his wanderings soon brought him to the cave. A little frigutC"?'1- but pushed by curiosity, he went in. . He flashed his light about. The cV2 U??red off in darkness, but he could make ?'it an opening in the wall at the back. He examined it and found it large enough to crawl through. He got down on his knees and started crawling. On. and on he went, flashing his light carefully ahead of him, afraid that any moment he might come to some bottomless pit. ' He was beginning to tte' afraid he must be in some endless passage, when he saw day light ahead of him and came out into another opening on the other side of the hill. He blinked in the sunlight. - "Hello," said a merry voice. A girl of his own age was looking at him. "I s'pose you're from that bunch of boys camping over by the river. We're some girls from Asher City that just come here to camp. Sometimes we've heard you yelling in the cave and have yelled back. Wondered if you'd ever come over. Can't you stay for supper?" "The fellows will think the ghost of the cave has got me," replied Jerry, grinning. (Copyright 1922 Associated Editors) !

We were att-sitting around the campfire last night, resting, because we'd been out hiking around all day and were about ready to turn in. Sam Finney was leaning against a tree looking about tired out. "What's the matter, Sam?" said John Clark, who was along on our camping trip to sort of look after things. "My feet!" groans Sam. "Gius I'm not used to so much walking." "Trouble is," said John, "you don't know how to walk." "Don't know how to walk!" says Saiu. "I've always walked, haven't I?" "Yes, but there's more ways than one of walking. Did you know that townsmen and woodmen don't walk alike, any more- than a soldier walks like a sailor? You've seen a sailor walking along. His gait looks funny on land, but it's the only way to walk on a rolling ship. The Townsman's Walk "Most any boy brought up in town walks with an up-and-down knee action. He holds the hips rigid and the toes point outward. His heels strike the ground first. He walks along erectly, and as long as he's walking on level ground he's all right. But it's not a well-balanced way. to walk and it soon wears you out, especially if you try to take bife'ser steps. "You see, your weight falls first on the heel and at that Instant you are not rightly balanced." John Did You Know? There's a movement to make the year consist of thirteen months of four weeks each. This would give only 364 days in each year, but it is suggested that each New Years' Day shall be an independent day, and not included Jn the days of the week. The extra day in leap year would also have to be an independent day, also. A calendar like this would in many ways be much simpler. The, backers of this plan want to call the extra month "Liberty."

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walked off to show us what ha meant. "Now the woodsman," John went on, "walks differently. He walks with a rolling motion, his hips swaying bo that he takes long steps. He walks more ftat-footed-ly, too, so that the balance goes on the whole foot. And Instead of pointing the toes out he walks with them pointed right straight ahead, or he may even turn his toes in Just a little bft pigeon-toed. "When the feet are turned out, you know, they can easily catch on roots or stones or things and you get tripped. Then too, you can cover more ground with toes pointed straight ahead. The Gliding Indian "I guess you've all admired the way the Indian can walk along so steadily and surely and quietly, that it seems as- though he just glides. Well, that's the way he walks

sort of rolling motion, with toes straight ahead. "Indians are trained to walk that way from the beginning. The squaw, when she puts the little papoose on its cradle-board that she carries on her back, stretches its legs out just as straight as possible and places, the feet so that the toes point straight ahead." First thing you know, we were all up and practicing walking around like the Indians, and it looked funny to see us. We'd always thought that walking was just walking before, I guess. AL STUBBS. Scribe of the Pirate Seven. Mr. Hunter's Boy There wasn't a boy in the whole city who didn't know who Mr. Hunter was. He made the funny cartoons for the daily paper those cartoons about Stubb and Fat and the rest of the "gang," in which they were always getting into some mischief and having the most exciting adventures. Every one knew who "Hunter of the Times" was. Junior Hunter was very proud of his father. He liked being pointed out a3 Mr. Hunter's son. lie knew that other boys looked at him enviously and wished their fathers were famous cartoonists instead of being common bankers or lawyers or something like that. But Junior soon began to realize that there were some drawbacks to being the son of a comic strip artist. -Weren't Mr. Hunter's cartoon boys always lively fellows who got into all sorts of trouble? Somehow, every one had the idea that Junior must give his father ideas for the cartoons. They expected him to be a young desperado. And, really, there was never a quieter, mole peaceful boy than Junior Hunter. . That year (hey moved and Junior started into the Ferry school. His father's fame made him a marked boy at once. "Wonder what's the matter with Junior?" said Mr. Hunter one day to his wife. "He doesn't seem to take much interest in his school work. He mopes around and seems unhappy. Why, he hardly speaks to me at all any more." "Oh, I guess he's growing fast," said Mrs.' Hunter. But one night Junior did not come home from school. Dinnerime came and he did not show up.

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A search was started. It was morning before Junior was located in a barn outside of town. "I was running away, of course," he said, stubornly. His father and mother were surprised, ' They thought they had always been the kindest of parents. "What happened yesterday was the last straw," he explained. "Somebody hit the teacher with a paper wad. She kept me in. Honest, I didn't do it. But I heard her telling another teacher that she had to keep an eye on me cause I must be a young terror, Judging from those pictures my father draws." And that Is why "Hunter of tho Times" does cartoons about - politics mostly now. (Copyright 1922 Associated Kditors)

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