Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 227, 23 September 1922 — Page 16
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the richmuwd palladium and sun-telegram, Saturday, September 23, 1922
The Pirate Seven started out on an overnight hike on Friday of Jast week. That night when we were sitting around the fire doing nothing much Herb Woods suggested we tell stories. "I'll tell you a pioneer and Indian story," ays Herb. "Sounds like good stuff," says I. (f'Let's hear it." So Herb started in. "In Pennsylvania in the early fcioneer days was a settlement.
One late fall the pioneers got rea
ton to believe that the Indians ,'toere planning to attack them. The settlement wa3 pretty well scat
tered, so, for protection, the people put up a small log fort and everybody moved in. !; "For a couple of weeks the peofile stayed in the fort and the ndians didn't come. The fort was 'email. The weather was warm. (The settlers, not daring to venture far from the stockade, became impatient and restless. ) "Among the settlers was a fam
ily named Miller, There was Mr. and Mrs. Miller and Joe Miller, 16 years old. They moved into the fort and then Mr. Miller took a horse and started for Philadelphia for help. k "One bright October morning poe Miller decide! he wasn't going to spend the day in any stockade, phestnuts ought to be about ready lor gathering, he figured. So he planned to spend the day in the
woods gathering nuts, Indians or
, bo Indian
f " 'Be careful, Joe,' says his , mother when he started out with
iiis rifle and an empty powder bag
ijor nuts, joe promised, and said JJie'd return before dark.
,' "Joe spent the whole day four br five miles from the fort. He was
aving a grand time when he no-
iced the sun was getting low. 'I'd
etter be hiking back, thinks he.
ut he hadn't gone more than ten
ards when there was a yell, a
rackling of bushes and an Indian
n war-paint leaped out at him.
"Joe was some surprised. ' But
e didn't lose his wits. He swung is gun over his head and landed
t on the Indian's. The gun broke
nd the Indian toppled over. Joe ropped the broken gun and ran.
Thnt Tnrttnn halnnva tn a hunxh nf
pthers," he thought. 'They're undoubtedly heading for the fort. I will have to warn the folks.' Suddenly there was a lot of yelling, toming from the spot where the
Indian had attacked Joe. More Indians! And they were chasing Joe! Their shouts seemed to come nearer. Joe stepped on it. The yells became fainter. "Then Joe discovered he was running in the opposite direction of the fort. He was headed for his own family's cabin. 'Well, thinks he, 'that's all right I'll go to the cabin, get my canoe and paddle down the river to the fort. I'll get there quicker than I .would by
running through the woods. "He found the canoe where he had hidden it, paddled to the mid
dle of the river and headed for the!
fort. He had settled comfortably in the boat when from the shore came a 'bing! biug!' There was a whiz and a plop! a bullet struck the side of Joo's canoe. Another whiz and a bullet hit the blade of his paddle. "Joe knew It wouldn't do to continue paddling In gun-shot of the Indians. But there wasn't anything
another whiz interrupted his thoughts. The bullet tore through the sleeve of Joe's jacket but didn't touch him. Joe fell back in the canoe as though he had been hit. The Indians supposed they had finished the bdy . No more shots were fired. "For fully fifteen minutes Joe stayed In the bottom of the boat. Then he slowly raised himself and looked to the shore. No Indians in sight He took up his paddle and set out again for the fort. He reached it in a Bhort time, un
molested. "As soon as he was inside the fort Joe told hi3 story. Every man and boy in the place got his rifle and powder ready and" Btood at a loop-hole. "The sun was Just disappearing
when the settlers sighted Indians at the edge of the fort clearing. The Indians attacked. But the settlers were ready. After half an hour's battle, the Indians gave up. Joe had Baved the fort." And then we went to bed. By Al Stubb, Scribe of the Pirate Seven. (Copyright, 1922, 'Associated Editors.)
No Dumplings Though Bill "I know where I can get , big chicken dinner for fifteen cents." Bob "Where?" Bill "At Whelan's feed store." Marguerite Muckridge.
The Return of Buff
U F F couldn't
stay at t h o Allen's any longer. Mr. Al
len had made up his mind to it and there
was nothing
more to be said. Tho next
day a friend of
Mr. Allen's who lived in
the country would come for him. He would take good care of him. Buff simply couldn't get over his habit of rushing out and snapping at strangers.
Little Mildred sat at the table with the tears running down her cheeks, and after while when Buff wandered in and put his head up
against Don's arm, Don gulped and got ud from the tablo. A few evenings after the departure of Buff, Don had been out to a rather late. As he came toward club meeting and was coming home the porch, he noticed a dark object on the stairs. He hurried up, and in another minute he was hugging the excited Buff and trying to keep
him from barkine.
in. If he could put him away some
where safely over night, maybe in the morning Mr. Allen would listen
to an argument for letting Buff
stay.
So he led the dog out to the alley
which ran back of their lot. A little ways down it was an old barn,
now empty. He tied Buff up, patted him and went back to the
house.
Somehow at breakfast, he didn't
have the courage to mention Buff.
His father had always fussed about having the dog and had forbidden
them to say anything about him.
At noon Mr. Allen came home
with his car splashed up and muddy. It couldn't have gotten that way down town. "Was out to Wilson's farm," he explained abruptly. "Thought thought I'd like to see Buff. He's gone. They can't find him. Didn't realize how I liked that scamp. I'd give five dollars to have him back." Without a word, Don got up from the table. When he came back he collected the five dollars.
FORTUNE TELLING Secrets of Palmistry
By GARNET THATCHER
(In these ten lessons. Mrs. Garnet Thatcher, who haH studied palmistry for 25 years, reveals the secrets of the ago-old art. UelJeve as much of it as you want that's up to you. At any rate,' you'll have fun telling vour friends' fortunes. An amateur fortune-teller is always popular at parties.) The line of fate, or career, should start somewhere between the wrist and the head-line, and run, without breaks or cross lines, straight
musical. A branch to Jupiter (B, Fig. 1), foretells great success. A break In the .line means ft change, either in business or home life. If the ends are far apart (A, Fig. 2), it is a decided change. If the line from the point of the break is uncut by cross lines, thQ change is successful (C, Fig. 2). If a line has many tiny line running parallel (A, Fig. 3), it indl-
. Use Primitive Implements Primitive farming implements are used In Iceland. The scythe is used to cut the grain and the pitchfork to turn it over.
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THE FATE LINE
to the pad of flesh known as Sat
urn, which Is found at the base of
the second finger. Such a normal
line forecasts a successful but un
eventful life.
If the fate-line runs into the lifeline and with it for a little way, then goes on up the? hand, the start
in life has ben hindered by clr
cumstances at home (Fig. 2). If It
begins rather far up in the palm
the owner of the hand has had a
hard struggle and no help finan
cially in starting his career (Fig.
3). A fine line from Luna running
into the fate-line shows help from
outside the family at the age indi
cated. In A, (Fig. 1), help came
at the age of 23. Fate-Line Forecasts Careers
If the fate-line Itself runs from Luna to Saturn, it shows a fine
career depending on the favor of
the public: political, dramatic, or
cates a store or business where
one pomes in contact with many
people. If the little lines all run
up from Luna, B, Fig. 2), the bus
iness requires many small Jour
THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT
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neys, probably railroading .or com mercial traveling. Watch Parallel Lines A parallel line (C, Fig. 3) shows another business on the side. If it comes from Luna, it is an investment in oil or gold mines, or something of the sort, and should it end in an island (D, Fig. 3), money is lost. If the line of career stops at any point and no line goes on to Saturn, that is the end 6f the career, probably death. Where there Is no line of fate, the1 person may be very successful, but will work hard and lead a dull sort of life. (Copy, right, 1922, Associated Editors).
Mary's Fishing Trip
Mary's mother was going to town and she was going to leavo Mary with Baby Dorothy. Mrs. Smith, who was Mary's mother's
nearest neighbor, was coiner to star
with Mary until her mother came
oacK rrom town.
Before her mother went away.
she said, "Now, Mary, don't mako any trouble for Mrs. Smith, and
take good care of Dorothy."
"All right, Mother," answered
Mary, "I won't make any more mis
chief than can be helped."
Then she kissed ; her mother
good-bye and she was gone.
"Mrs. Smith, may I go down to
the creek and watch the fish?"
"You may if you don't fall in." "AH right," said Mary, and she
ran away as fast as she could.
When she got there she sat down
on the bank to rest. The grass was wet and Mary was sleepy and she sat down and fell asleep.
The bank on which she was.
sitting was slippery and she slid down the bank and into the water.
It was lucky that some fisher
men on farther down the creek saw her and jumped in after her
and brought her out on the bank.
When they brought her out ther
let her fall on the ground with a thump.
"Oh! I fell out of the rockinsr
chair," said Mary. "My but I'm glad that dream wasn't true."Corinne Lowdenslager, age 12, Eighth grade, Pleasant View school.
Hollansburg, Ohio. i
Bright School Uniform
- Pupils attending the Sultana's school for high caste girls in India wear a bright uniform of red bloomers, green blouses and scarfs, no stockings and black slippers with pink bows. Some of the little Hindu princesses attend' this very select school. People visiting at these schools have remarked on the gentleness, the pretty ways and the courtesy which the children there always show to guests. Without dust we should have no soil, for if rocks had never been ground to powder, the earth would still be solid.
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