Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 269, 11 November 1922 — Page 16

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The Unselfish Fairy

By JOANNA M. PALMER (All Rights Keserved)

Serena reached the outskirts of

Lii tj i;4i JliDl no yio iu " starting to school She waved her tiny wand and immediately she became a little girl like the others, tripping toward a Bchool house. Her basKet was not unlike the ones carried by the other children, so they thought her a new pupil just starting to- school. "Isn't she a darling?" whispered , one little girl to another. "Just see how she smiles at everyone." And truly Serena was having a grand time, with her arms around two of her new friends, and skipping along with them. But suddenly a wild burst of grief smote upon her ear. "Who is that, and what Is the matter?" she asked, stopping in her merry play. "nis hat In iunt Jnhnnv

Brown. He has lost his spelling book and his mother is going to whip him if he doesn't find It," answered one of the girls. " Serena dropped behind the group and paused beside the weeping boy. Now now she would test the basket's power! " "Is this your book, little boy?" she asked, reaching in her basket na sho. spoke. Suro enough, her hand found a book in the bottom of the basket. "Why, yes,' he cried eagerly; "whore did you find it?" But even as he spoke the little girl had disappeared, and there in his hand lay the lost spelling book. The children hunted for Serena

until the bell rang, then ran to tell

the teacher of the strange disap

pearance of the new pupil. "She has probably felt a little shy and has gone back home,' 'said the teacher. But Serena was far on her way to the city. She met a little newsboy munching a dirty apple core that he had picked up from the itreet. "Why do you eat that?" she asked. Tho boy looked Bharply at her and replied: "Well, if you hadn't had any breakfast this morning, nor supper last night, you wouldn't pass up a perfectly good apple core." Serena looked distressed. "But why didn't you have something to eat?" she persisted. " 'Cause it took all we could scrape to see the landlord yesterday morning." "Here is a nice lunch for you," she aaid, putting her hand in the basket. Sure enough, she pulled out a box containing a generous quantity of sandwiches and a big, red apple. "Gracious me!" said the newsboy. "There is enough for Mora and Sis some, too." 'But I have two more for them." .and again the basket yielded its packages at her touch. "Say, how did you get all that out of that little basket?" asked the boy, In astonishment but the little girl was gone. "Queer girl!' 'said Johnny, biting into one of the good sandwiches,

"this Is sure fine grub. I'll run home with it before I finish my j

route."

Serena was trudging along the

hot, dusty pavements of the city

by this time. Strange how tired she was. as a little human! She

was never tired at home, and she

was considering waving her wand

and transporting herself to a dis

tant park to rest, when her eyes fell upon the bent, form of an old

wash-woman, carrying a heavy bas

ket of clothes.

"Let me help you," she said, forgetting her tiredness. "Why do you

carry this?" "Because someone etole our little express wagon and I haven't the money to buy a new one," said the poor old soul. "Here is the money to buy a new wagon." said Serena then she stopped with her hand half out of the basket. Had she the right to

give the money, and not the article

nfteiiAriT Then she discovered mat

the basket was even more of a wonder than the had known. For, beside tho purse, containing just the amount needed for the wagon, was a new dress and a pair of shoes, things the old lady needed very badly.; The old lady was so astonished to receive these gifts, that she forgot to ear thank you. By the time

she had collected her wits, the kind little girl was gone. At least she

thought she was, and never knew

that the reason her basket seemed so light was because the invisible Serena kindly helped her until she reached her home.

Serena had to do thl3, because a fairy will never be thanked for

anything. (To Be Continued.)

The Butterfly Princess

LL THE GIRLS in the village of Rien were fluttering with excitement. It was hone other than the day of the summer carnival, when all Rien turned out for the games and pageants. . On this day,

also, the Mayor of Rien would choose the summer princess.. The princess would be the young girl who was most charmingly dressed and looked best in the beautiful summer pageant. Fleurette leaned out of the window of their cottage and watched the gay procession as it started to move by. Sho tried hard not to envy the girls in their silk dresses, with tho gleaming wreaths and Jewels in their hair. She swallowed hard and rubbed her eyes. "Don't cry, Fleurette," said her

little brother, coming up and smiling at hw roguishly. "See the pretty chain I've made for you?" Round her neck he threw a braided daisy chain which hung almost to her feet. "You're the finest little brother there ever was," laughed Fleurette. "and I wouldn't change you for a carriage with five footmen in liv

ery. So there!" They went out by

the roadsido to see better. "You look bo nice," he admitted.

"Now if you Just had something to put in your hair like the fine la

dies!" "I don't think I'd like to be a fine lady," said Fleurette. "It must be stupid to ride always in a coach. I'd rather play in the meadow with

the flowers and the birds and butterflies and bees. They are my

friends." "Oh, look!" gasped the little

brother. As if they had heard her

speaking, two big golden-winged butterflies came wheeling above them. Fleurette stood very still, bo as not to ecare them, and Bhe almost stopped breathing when they settled on top of her curls, their wings swaying gently. So surprised were the two, that they did not notice the procession was etopping, and It all seemed like a dream when a white-bearded man stepped out of a carriage, came to the roadside and took Fleurette by the hand and said, "This shall be the summer princess. Never have I seen such a lovely costume." And the people of Rein say that after the butterflies flew away there were never any more seen so large and golden.

Modern Cooking

Waiter: "Yes, sir, we're very up-to-date here. We cook everything

by electricity."

Diner: "la that so? Well, suppose you give this steak another

shock."

Young People Form Hiking Club in Germany Young people in Germany have a strong organization called the Wandervogel (Birds of Passage) movement. They go on long hiking trips, singing as they go along, They stand for a simple life lived close to nature and they uphold high ideals. Although their numbers may be small when compared to the great number of nationalists, or reactionaries, in that country, they are enthusiastic and determined, and their influence Is making Itself felt. They also stand for a higher standard of education. In many places government authorities have given over deserted castles and farmhouses for the use of the "Blrd3 f Passage." Here is a part of the confession of faith of this organization in which their strength of purpose is apparent: "The Free German youth will mold its life according to inner truth, by their own determination and upon their own reponsibility. For this inner freedom they will stand united 'under all conditions. All public meetings of the Free German youth are to be free from the use of alcohol and tobacco."

Girlhood Stories of Famous Women

Elisabeth Goethe

"Last night I dreamed that I was elected Mayor," salr Herr Textor to his family at the breakfast table.

"Oh, father, you are always dreaming something silly," laughingly protested his wife. The children joined in the merriment, all but Elisabeth, who was greatly impressed by this dream. She then dressed up in her best bib and tucker and patiently awaited the

I coming of the magistrates. Much

to the surprise of everyone except Elisabeth, in due course of time

tho deputation of men arrived to

announce that Herr Textor had

j been elected. While tho rest of the I family scurried around to array j themselves, Elisabeth sat in state i and received the dignitaries. Elisabeth Goethe was the mother of Wolfgang Goethe, Germany's greatest poet.

The Red Mystery

S ALL the fam

ily had gone to

town. Emily de

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painting the ta

ble on the back

porcn. on a

shelf in the pantry there

was some paint that had been

left over when her father had done the cpring

painting and repairing. She was hunting about for some red paint, when she heard voices. Through the . pantry window she saw Asa Briggs, who lived near them, and a young lady visiting at his house coming across the backyard. "Oh, dear," said Emma, "there comes that tiresome Asa. He talks all the time and makes up such

stories. "I'll just hide in here until

they re gone." They came up to the porch and Asa called her name. Not hearing an answer, they came in. "They're probably around at the front of the house," Bald Asa. "What a nice place," said tho

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young lady, "but how still it all la. Makes me feel creepy," . "No wonder,' said Asa, "you see this house used to be haunted. May be it still ifi. An old man was murdered.They found him In a cloa-. et right near here, and when they opened it ' "Goodness, how awful!" ehlvered the young lady nervously. "Yessir," said Aaa, "and ever Blnce then queer things have happened " "Mercy!" screamed the young lady. "What was that? Something heavy fell!" "I don't know," said Asa, a litUe nervous himself, "perhaps " "Look! Look!" the young womaa shrieked. "Under that closet door something red, flowing Oh! Oh!" she was out of the house with a jump. Asa close behind her. Emma went to get a cloth to mop up the paint she knocked off the shelf when Bhe had stepped back to hide better.

Trust People More people think right than wrong. As Mr. Lincoln said, "you can't fool all the people all the time." You can't fool all the people any of the time. You may not trust the judgment of one man, nor of twenty men, but, take the mass judgment of a thousand men, and it will almost always be fine and 8ane and worth following.The American Boy,

j The Fun Box

Natural History When Ruth first saw a peacock She was silent as a tomb, Then suddenly she shouted: "It's a chicken all in bloom! i A Freight Problem ' In shipping baby elephants' They can, I understand, Be sent at rates for trunks, or else. Be shipped as 'baby grand." Yes, Very Practical! "My daughter's a freshman at college and she's taking a good, practical course. Some kind of housework, It is," boasted Farmer Simpson. "That's fine." "Yep. She writes that she's on the scrub team." Why He Wanted It The gryeat lecturer was to speak at the high school and two of the boys were fixing up the stage before he came. "Be sure and have a pitcher of water on the platform," directed one. "Aw, what for?" "Why, he uses it for a high-diva act, of course."

Head of the Class "Stan," explained the teacher, "means the place of! Afghanistan is tho place of the Afghans where they are located, you see. Hindustan is the place of the Hindoos. Can any one give me another example? How about you, James?" "Umbrellaatan," euggested Jamea promptly, "the place for umbrellas."

Children' V Eyesight Defective It ti estimated that one-quarter of American school children suffer from defective eyesight

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Answer to this will appear in next week's Junior.