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Gorg Barr McCutcheon.

Can writer of "best aellers" still maintain his popularity after he haa

disguised mi work by publishing it under a different name? Does the name of the author really

SaUT1 SZZ V difference, or Is T?' . t the -public in

terested principally In the story and disposed to buy It, If It li i good story, irrespective of whom the writer may be. George Barr McCutcheon was once confronted with

those questions. He achieved extraordinary popularity abcrut twenty years ago with the stories "Graustark." "Castle Craneycrow" and others of pure romance, in which the setting was a mythical kingdom somewhere In the eastern part of Kurope, resembling one of the Balkan states, yet not actually Identified as such. These books attained such vogue that publishers and fellow writ-rs said to him that he only had to sign his name to a novel in order to achieve a great sale for it. McCutcheon thought differently. He was of the opinion that the story was tlie tiling, th.it a good story would soli even if the author had never bem heard of and that a poor story would lie on book dealers' helves practically uncalled for, even thouprh it were written by the most prominent author in the world. To test the matter, he wrote his excellent tnie, "Brewster's Millions." and had it first published under a nnm de plume. Not a soul outside the author and his publishing house knew who was the real author of the story. The result vindicated his contention, for the reception of the tale was complete and overwhelming. It became Immediately th most popular thing he had ever written. Being thoroughly satisfied that the public wants the story and has only an IndsTerent Interest In the autnor, Mr. McCutcheon takes no chances of Jeopardising his success wlih poor stories. It has been said that every novel he writes is a romantic Inspiration; It Is certain that their popularity does not diminish. Of late years he has abandoned his mythical kingdom and royal puppets to write novels principally about his native state Indiana, or Rome other portion of the Middle West.

GEORGE BARR.

McCutcheon

JtSMT & POOR MfAff COVTMATy-J&n

that old preacher went right Into her room and yelled same as he always did In church?

He went to the "burying," and was more Impressed by the fact that nearly all of the. men who rode or drove to the graveyard down In the "hollow" carried rifle and pistols than he was by the strange solemnity of the occasion, for, while he realized In a vague, mistrustful

way that his mother was to be put under the ground, his txust clung

resolutely to God's promise, accept

ed In its most literal sense, thnt

the dead shall rise again and that

"ye shall be born again." He was ery lonely after that.

His "granny" tucked him In his big feather bed every night, and lla-

PROLOGUE The Beginning.

KENNETH UVVYNNK was five years old when UU father ran

away with Rachel Carter, a widow,

Tills was In the spring of lSlil, and In tlie tali his mother died. His

grandparents brought him up to hate Rachel Carter, an evil woman. She was his mother's friend and he hud slain her with her viper's tooth. From the duy that It's ques-tlor-lng intelligence seized upon the truth that had been t,o cart-fully withheld from him by his brokenhearted mother and those who spoke behind the hand when he wrs nenr from that dpy he hated Rachel Carter with all his hot and outraged heart. He caine to think

of her as the embodiment of all that was evil. He rejoiced In the belief that in good time Rachel Carter would come to roast In tlie everlasting fires of hell, groveling and wailing at the feet of Satan, the while his lovely mother looked down npon her in pity even then he wondered If och a thing were possible from her saat beside God in His Heaven. He had no doubts about this. Hell nd Heaven were real to him. and all sinners went below. On the other hund, his father would be permitted to repent and would Instantly go to Heaven. It was inconceivable that his big. strong, well-beloved father should go to the bad place. Bat Mm. -Carter would I Nothing could save her ! God would not pay any attention to her If she tried to repent ; He would know It was only "make-believe" If she got down on her knees and prayed for forgiveness. He was convinced that Rachel Carter could not fool God. At first they told him his father bad gone off with a soldier to fight agnliieit the Indians and British. He knew that a war was going on. Men with guns were drilling In the pasture tip beyond his grandfather's house, and tbere was talk of Indian "massacres," and Simon Girty's warrior, and British redcoats. He overheard bis grandfather and. the neighbors discussing a battle on Lake Erie, and rejoiced with them over the report of a great victory for "our side." Vaguely ha had grasped the news of a horrible battle on the Tippecanoe river, far way tn the wilderness to the north nd west. In which millions or Indians were slain, and he wondered bow man; of them his father had killed with his rifle a weapon so big end ton; that he came less than ' half way tip the barrel when he teod beside It. And tfoen, In the fall, his mother went away and left him. They aid not tell him that she trad gone to the war. He wonld not have believed them if they had, for she was too sick to go. gbe had been m

bed a long, long time; the doctor Tame to see her every day, and finally the preacher. He hated both

of thero, especially the Utter, who prayed o loudly anfl so vehemently

tlxu nls mother tuuat nave been terribly disturbed. Why .should every

one caatlen him to be quiet end not make a voice because it disturbed

another, and yet iajr nothing when

His Granny Tucked Him in His Big

Feather Bed.

tened to his little prayer, but she was not the same as his mother.

She did not kiss hlru In the same way nor did her hand feel like mother's . when she smoothed his rumpled hair or buttoned his flannel

nightgown about his neck or closed his eyes play'ully with her fingers before she went away with the

candle. His grandfather lived in the biggest house in town. It had an "upstairs" a real "upstairs" not Just an attic. And his grandfather was a very Important person. Everybody called him "Squire" ; some

times they said "your honor" ; most

people touched their hats to him.

When his father went off to the

war, he and his mother came to live at "grandpa's house." His father was the biggest man In all the world, there could be no doubt about that. Why, he was bigger even than grandpa, or Doctor Flint, or the parson, or Mr.

Carter, who lived In the cabin next rlooT and was Mlnda's father. For the matter of that, be was, himself, a great deal bigger than Mlnda, who was only two years old and could not say anywhere near as many words as he could say and did not know her A B C's, or the Golden Rule, or who George Washington was. Nevertheless, he was very fond of "Auntie" Rachel. She was good to him. She gave him cakes fend crullers and spread maple sugar on many a surreptitious piece of bread and butter, end she had a Jolly way of laughing, and she never told him to wash his hands or face, no matter how dirty they were. In that one respect, at least, she was much nicer than mother. He was four when they brought Mr. Carter home hi a wagon one day. Some men carried him Into the house, and Aunt Rachel cried, and his mother went over and stayed a long, long time with her, and Ms father got on his horse and rode as fast as he could go for Doctor Flint, and he was not allowed to go Inside the house all day or old Boose would get him. His father did the "choree" for "A untie" Rachel for a long tlrae.becnuse Mr. Carter was not there to attend to them. There came a day when the buds were fresh on the twigs, and the grass was very green, and the blrda that had been gone for a long time were singing again In the trees, and ft was not raining. So he went down the road to play In Mlnda's yard. He called to her, but she did not appear. No one appeared. The house was silent. "Auntie" Rachel was not there. Even the dogs were gone, and Mr. Carter's horse and his wagon. He could not tmdertfcind. Only yesterday he had played In the barn with Mlnda.

Then nls grandma came hurrying

iiiruirg" i ne trees rrom his own home, where he had been with grandpa and Uncle Fred and Uncle Dan since breakfast trine. She took him np la her arms and told form

that Mlnda was gone. He had never en his grandma look so stern and

angry.

Ills mother was In (ha bedroom

with grandpa and Annl Heitie, and

he was not allowed to go m to see her. Uncle Fred and Uncle Dan were very solemn and scowling so

terribly that he was afraid to go

near them.

After a while all of the men went

out to the barn-lot, where their

horses w-ere tethered. Uncle Fred

and Uncle Dan had their rifles. He stood at the kitchen window and watched them with wide, excited eyes. They all talked at once, espe

cially his uncles and they swore, too. Then his grandpa stood in front of them and spoke very loudly, pointing his finger at them.. He

heard him say, over and overagain:

"Let them go, I say ! I tell yon.

let them go!"

He wondered why his father was

not there, If there was any fight

ing to be done.

The next day he went up to

grandpa's with his mother to stay,

and Uncle Fred told him that his pa

had gone off to the war. He be

lieved this, for were not the rifle, the powder horn and the shot flask

missing from the pegs over the fireplace, and was not Bob, the very

fastest horse in all the world, gone from tlie barn? He was vastly thrilled.

But he was troubled abont Mln

da. Uncle Fred, driven to corner

by persistent Inquiry, finally con

fessed that Ilnda also had gone to

the war and at last report had killed several extremely ferocious

redskins.

It was not until some time after

his mother went away after the

ioag-to-be-remembered "fooneral,'

with its hymns, and weeping, and

praying that he heard the grownups talking abont the war being over. The redcoats were thrashed

and there was much boasting and

bragging among the men of the settlement.

' Do yon suppose pa will know how to find -me, grandma?" he

would Inquire. " 'Cause, yon see, don't live where I used to."

And his grandmother, beset with this and similar questions from one day's end to the other, would be

come very busy over what she was doing at the time and tell him not

to pester her.

Then one day he saw his grand

parents talking together on the porch. He distinctly heard his

grandma say :

"I think he ought to be told,

Richard. It's a sin to let him go on

thinking" The rest of the sen

tence was lost to him when she sud

denly lowered her voice. They were

all looking at him.

Presently his grandfather called to him, and beckoned with his finger. His grandfather took him on his knee, and then and there told him the truth about his father. "Now, pay strict attention, Kenneth. You must understand everything I say to you. Do you hear? Your father Is never coming home. We told you he had gone to the war. We thought It was best to let you think so. It Is time fo you to know the truth. Yon are nearly etz years old. Quite a ' -a, niy lad." He paused to look 8 chlngly into the child's face, his b- jy eyebrows meeting In a frown. "The devil of it la," he burst out.

"you are the living Image of your father. You are going to grow up to look like him." He groaned audibly, and went on In a strange, hard voice: "Do you know what it is to steal? It means taking something that belongs to somebody else."

"Yes, sir. 'Thou shalt not steal. It's In the Bible." "Well, you know that Indians and gypsies steal little boye, dont you? It is the very worst kind of stealing, because it breaks the boy's mother's heart. It somtimes kills them. Now, suppose that somebody stole a husband;Your father was a husband. He was your dear mother's husband. Yon loved your dear mother very, very much, didn't yon? Don't cry, lad there, there, now! Be a little man. Now, listen. Somebody

stole your mother's husband. She loved htm better than anything In the world. She loved him. I auess.

even better than she loved you.

Kenneth. She Just couldn't live

without him. Do yon see? That hi why she died and went away. She Is In Heaven now. Now let me hear

you say this after me : My mother

died because somebody 8tc.fi her

husband away from her."

1 My mother died because some

body stole her husband away from her,' " repeated the boy. slowly.

"Say this: My mother's heart was

broken and so she died."

" My mother's heart was broken

and she and so she died.'"

"You will not forget that, will

you, Kenneth?"

-No, sir." ' "Now, I'm going to tell yon who stole your mother'a husband away from her. You know who your mother's husband was, don't you?" "Yes, sir. My pa." "One night the night before you came up here to live your Auntie Rachel that is what you called her, Isn't It? Well, she was not yoor real annt. She -was your neighbor Jost as Mr. Collins over there

Is my neighbor and Bhe was your

mother's friend. Well, that night she stole yonr pa from yonr ma, and took him away with her far,

far away, and he never let him

come back again. She "

"But pa was bigger'n she was,"

Interrupted Kenneth frowning. "Why didn't he kill her and get

away?" The old squire waa silent for a moment. "It not fair for me to put all the blame on Rachel Carter. Your father was willing to go. He did not kill Rachel Carter. Together he and Rachel Carter killed your mother. Bat Rachel Carter was more guilty than he waa. She was a woman and she stole what belonged In the sight of God to another woman. So now you know that your pa did not go to the war. He went away with Rachel Carter and left your mother to die of a broken heart. He went off Into the wilderness with that bad, evil woman. Yonr mother was unhappy. She died. She Js under tie ground np la the graveyard, all alone. Rachel Carter -pat her there, Kenneth. -I cannot ask yon to hate yonr father. It would not b right. Ha If

your father In spite of everything. You know what the Good Book

sayal 'Honor thy father and ' how does the rest of It go, ray lad?" " "Honor thy father and thy moth

er -that thou days may -be long upon thou earth,' " murmured Kenneth

hravely.

"When yon are a little older yoa will realize tliat yonr father did not honor his -father and motherr and

then you may understand more than

you do now. But you may hate Rachel Carter. Yon must hate her. She killed your mother. She stole your father. She made an orphan of you. She destroyed the home

"where you used to live. You roust

not be unhappy over what I have told you. Everything will be all right with you. You will be safe here with granny and me. But you must no longer believe that your father went to the war like other, men in the village. If he were my son. I would " "Dont say it, Richard," cried Kenneth's graadma, from the doorway behind them. "Don't ever say that to him." (TO BE CONTINUED. )

wound our last ball of trouble and laid down our working tools of life.

we shall be able to meet our Saviour

and at the day of resurrection meet

Him face to face. Then we shall

I know Him. We shall know Him . by

the prints of the nails in His hands and when He opens the golden gates of heaven we shall hear the angels sing, "All hail the power of Jesus name,- let angels prostrate fall. Bring forth the royal rttq'dgrn, and

crown Him Lord of all." Then seated at His right hand, He will be pleased to pronounce us first and upright masons.. Then shall the designs npon his trestle board be seen complete. Then shall the adoration of the twelfth hour be eternal joy. Then the moontide of eternal bliss shall eternally shine. Then shall the scales of doubt and darkness fall from our eyes, then shall we be fitted as living stones for that spiritual building, that house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. p. M.

TO EXTEND SYSTEM

- OF ILLINOIS ROADS Governor Small Promises Highway Legislation Plan Heavy Bond Issue

A MASON'S TRIBUTE TO LIEUT. METCALFE

PUPILS OF NIGHT SCHOOL INCREASE

Lieutenant Charles P. Metcalfe was

born in July, 1864, in the state of Kentucky and came to Indianapolis, more than twenty-five years ago.

He joined the Indianapolis police-

force in 1903 and served continuously

until his death. Klansman Metcalf was operated on for appendicitis and passed away while an the operating

table. He leaves a devoted wife

and four children to mourn his loss.

He was a devoted husband and a loving father, a friend to the poor and a wonderful neighbor. He was an efficient officer and did his duty

without fear or favor. He loved

the Klansmen, because, as he often

said, "These men are men of power, men of character. They believe in a

living God and the immortality of the soul, the resurrection of the body, the fatherhood of God, the

brotherhood of man, free public

schools and the flag of our country,

He was a devoted member and stood

ready to give a helping hand to the cause of justice. Even though his

superior in the police .department

was a Roman Catholic and tried hard to have him reduced or transferred, he stood for right and died

in the traffic department, which he loved. Charles P. Metcalfe was a member of Marlon Lodge No. 35, F. A. M. He died on July 28, 1924, and was laid to rest with masonic honors on Monday, July 30, 1924, at "beautiful Crown Hill cemetery. Brother Metcalf had been a mason for many years, but was unable to attend meetings on account of his work. He was a member of the East Tenth Street Methodist Episcopal Church; he loved his church and his God. After a few remarks from Rev. Geo. Henninger, his body was placed In the care of the masonic order. .Six police pallbearers in their uniforms and masonic aprons took part in

the services. When they placed the

body of their comrade over the open grave, a policeman in full uniform, a past master of Logan Lodge No. 575, F. A. M., stood at the head of the grave and gave the masonic ceremony in a most impressive manner. While he was committing the body

to the ground there was not a dry eye in the hundreds that had followed it to Hs last resting place. In a circle stood many Klansmen in their robes of pure white. When the masonic services were over the Klansmen knelt in silent prayer, praying to their God that his Immortal soul should partake of the joy which has been prepared for the righteous from the beginning of the world. There was never held in masonic circles a more Impressive service. The masonic quartet never sang

more beautifully. It brings hack to

our memory Job, who said. If a man dies, shall he live again?" This

man left us just as his feet were

treading toward the west, and our

own voices answer, "Yes." As Christ

said, "I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and

whosoever llveth and believeth fn Me shall never die." What a blessed

thought it is to know that when we: live a righteous life that we have a promise of future happiness.

Charles was a wonderful man,

filled with love and sympathy, pa

triotism and love of his country. He had friends by the hundreds and

his masonic brethren were always

greeted with a smile. He was a man of character, a fearless man, always ready to do his duty as an officer of the law. For more than

twenty years he walked the streets

of this city, never faltering, never

complaining, never tiring for the safety of others. On wintry nights,

when the snow, sleet and rain were coming down in torrents, when the

temperature was running below zero.

when the ice was breaking under

his feet, you could always find Char

ley on duty. And when the meridian

sun was beating down npon his hody

that smile waB always there. So we mourn the loss of our brother. There comes back to us from the

grave, lately strewn with flowers,

bedecked with love's garlands and

watered with love's tears, a sweet

remembrance of his .splendid deeds.

his sturdy character, his genial

smile, his eenerous hearing and hie

manlv life. We will cherish "his

virtues and chisel deep his memory

uoon the tables of our hearts.

There ts a voice from tno lomo

sweeter than sones. It Is a re

membrance of the dead, to which we turn even from the charms of the

livine. These we would not ex

change for the pleasure of the burst

of revelry.

Let us live the life of Brother

Charles P. Metcalfe and obey the

eolden rule: "Do unto others as

von would have them do unto you

Joshua said, "Prepare ye -victuals for In three days we Bhall pass over

the river -of Jordan Into the prom

lsed land. Let ns -prepare our lives

1 so that when we have sung oar last

song ef Zlon, prayed our last prayer.

Courses in Citizenship Are Ar

ranged at Thirty-One Centers in Windy City

CHICAGO, Aug. 25. A decided in

crease over last year's peak enroll

ment of 62,000 pupils is anticipated

by school officials for Chicago's free evening schools the coming, session.

Registration for the night schools, to be conducted in thirty-one school buildings scattered about the city, opens on September 12.

The work of the evening" schools is made np of six divisions. The first division Includes instruction in English to foreign language speaking

students, chiefly adults. In the sec

ond division elementary grade sub

jects are to be taught for those who failed to finish the regular grammar grades. Another division will devote itself to instruction in regular high school work. Other departments will handle Instruction in home economics, trade millinery, dressmaking, technical subjects relating to trade

and industry, and commercial sub

jects.

Americanization Work Planned 'Special classes are established," states the evening school bulletin issued by the board of education.

"where a course of citizenship is given in connection with the naturalization department of the department of labor. Pupils may join these classes at any time and upon graduation receive a certificate which is received by the court as sufficient evidence of the applicant's fitness." Of the schools where evening classes are announced, five are located on the north side, seven on the northwest side, nine on the west side, and ten on the south side.

PIASA, 111., Aug. 25. A pledge to support legislation extending the hard road system in Illinois to every city and village was madeby Gov. Len Small in an address at the fifteenth annual Piasa fish fry. He voiced a, plea on behalf of the $100,000,600 hard road bond issue to be voted on at the fall election. This bond issue would provide funds for extending the hard roads system to nearly 10,000 miles.

"" Wants System Extended "While this great system will con

nect every city and most of the villages," the governor said, "I do not feel that it will be complete until

every community of people, every village, and every city in our state Is connected with this system by a

paved highway.

"There are approximately 160 Incorporated cities and villeges which have not located on either of the

bond issue systems, and I believe that some plan should be devised to connect these communities with the system. "To me it does not seem fair that the people living in a village a mile,

more or less, irom a paved highway, should provide at their own expense connection with this highway, while hundreds ef -other cities in the state are connected at state expense."

JERSEY KLAN HOME 1

BMBTIrTIl ESTATE

ELKWOOD PARK, N. J Ang. 25. This beautiful estate of 147 acres

with Its magnificent house, office

building, stables, hams, servants'

quarters, lake, mile race track, Italian gardens, swimming pool, fpnntains, flowers, and charming winding driveways, the one near the house being named "two twists and a turn," all belong to the Knights ot

the Kn Klux Klan, possession having been given to the organizations of Long Branch and Red Bank, N. J., July 1. The whole estate, with all its belongings, furnishings, etc., was bought for $80,000, and the organization has a year or more to pay for it. Ten Klansmen underwrote the proposition from a business standpoint, possession was obtained so that it was dedicated by the Klan on July 4 with a mammoth celebration. A stock company is now in process of formation properly to finance this big undertaking and the scheme is well under way for a proper Klan home in this part of New Jersey.

No one but a Jersey Klansman is eligible to get in on the financial end of this proposition. A ten-foot iron fence, supplemented by a continuous hedge surrounds the estate. Watchmen and guards are on hand day and night to keep out strangers and prowlers. Eight dogs are also on the job. It is reported that no less than 30,000 Klansmen were Inside the grounds the day the estate was dedicated to the use of the Klan.

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