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Show 'tTpRDAYt JANUARY 5, 1924 ' AMERICAN FOBS CITIZEN ' ' " ' . ''--'',''"'"'v'-:'' -ETXJRD.Ai'JAyiJARY' 51924 24 if VIOLA ; W " i i By : GEORGE BADR McGUTdlEON rka a wnilr i - vesi -ii-rw imii -Stain hrt popularity m nas by - publishing . It under a different name Does the nam of the author re ally make fred and Uncle Daa were Wry solemn and scowling so terribly th,t he tu afraid to go near them. After a while all of tha men went out to the bam lot, where their home were tethered. Uncle Fred and Uncle wan had their rifles. He etood at the kitchen window and watched tbem with wide, excited eyes. Thejr all talked at once, especially hit uncles and they swore, too. Then his grand-pa grand-pa stood In front of them and spoke very loudly, pointing bis finger at them. He heard bhn say, over and over again: "It them go, I say I I tell yon. let them go! ... ... He wondered why his father waVnot there. If there was any fighting to be done. - The next day he went up to grandpa's grand-pa's with his mother to stay, and Uncle Fred told him that his pa had gone off to the war.- He believed thla. for were ore Impressed by the fact thst aearTr ! Bft the rifle, the powder horn and tn all of the men who rode or drove to nt flak missing front the pegs over the graveyard down In the' "hollow carried rifles and pistols than be was by the strana-e solemnity of the Am. 5r.h.dpu,lrenteni I "lon. ' lle realised In . vague, terested princi- I mistrustful way that his mother was to ne put under the ground, his trust Ceere Hanr BiaCstea ... pally In tha atory and dlspoeed to buy It If It U a good story. Irre-ibkUti Irre-ibkUti of whom the writer may baf Oaorca Barr He Cutcheoa waa ones fronted will aueations. Ha achieved aa extraordinary pop i.-y abottt twenty years a so with M stories, "Oraustark" -Castle Cra-M-erow" and othera of pure romance a which the setting was a mythical liifdom somewhere I n the eastern rt t Europe; reatmbllnc one of the Mlken states yet not actually IdenU-i IdenU-i as such. These books attained seb vogue that publishers and fellow vrittrs said to htm that he only had to dm Ms name to a novel In order, to Cjileve a great sale for It UCutchean thought differently. He is of the opinion that the story was tie thing, that a good story wouia sou ma If thi author had never beea bard of and that a poor story would ii os the boolc dralers' shelves prao Mlly uncalled, for, even , though It vera written by the moat prominent iithor in the world. To test the mat ter, be wrote hie excellent Ule, "Brew iter's Millions," and had It first pub Khed. under a nora de dome. Not e toul oitaide tha author and his pub uh!nr house knew who "was the real estbor of the story. The reault vlndl ted his contention, for the recaptloa ef the tale waa complete and over trhelmlng. It became Immediately the swat popular thing he had ever written. I Being thoroughly satisfied that the yibllc wanta the story and has only a Indifferent Interest In the author. it. MeCutcheon takes ao ehancea of bepardislng hla suecees with poor ato flea It has been said that every novel U writes Is a romaatle Inspiration: It a certain that their popularity does tot diminish. Of late years he has ebandoned hla mythical kingdom and 'feral puppets to write novels principally princi-pally about Us native state. Indiana, r soma other portion of the Middle wtgt . . -..a. , clung resolutely to Ood'g promise, e ltent Inquiry, finally confessed Ibat eepted In Its most literal sense, that the dead shall rise again and that "ye shill be bora again." He waa very lonely after that Btfl "granny" tucked him In his big feather bed every night, and listened to his little lit-tle prayer, but she was not the same at hla mother. 8he did not kiss him In the same way, nor did her hand feel like mother's when she smoothed his nimpled hair or buttoned hla flannel nightgown about his neck or closed his eyes playfully with her fingers before she went away with the candle. Ills grandfather lived la the biggest bouse In town. It bad an "upstairs" the fireplace;- and- was tVJUbt, the very fastest horse In sit the world, gone from the barn? He waa vastly thrilled. But he was troubled about Mlnda. Uncle Fred, driven to corner by per- a real "upstairs," not Just aa attic PROLOGUE The Beginning, Kenneth G wynne was five year old when hla father ran away with Rachel Carter, a widow. This waa In the ejring of 1812, and In the fall hla other died. 31 s grandparents brought Urn up to bate Rachel Carter, an evil toman. 8be waa hla mother's friend and she . lad slain ber with the viper's tooth, from the day that bis questioning In-MU In-MU gence seized upon the truth that lad been ao carefully withheld from lua by hit broken-hearted mother and tVose who spoke behind the hand when le waa near from that day he hated j portant person. Everybody called him aactiei carter witn au nis nor ana out- "Squire"; sometimes they said "your raged heart He came to, think of her nonor"; most people touched their hats ss the embodiment of all that was evILj to him.-When hla father went off to ms rejoiced in me neiier tnat in gooa , wtP tnd hli mother came to n nut::, t . al i y 1 ---srst. . ;MIUa Mlnda also bad gone to the war, and at last report had killed several extremely ex-tremely ferocious redskins. It was not until some time after his mother went away after the long-to-be-remembered "fooneraL" . with Its hymns, and weeping, and praying that he heard the grownups talking about the war being over. The redcoats red-coats were thrashed and there was much boasting and bragging among the men of the settlement - - I.. Hi Granny Tucked Him Big Feather Bed. in His And hla grandfather wits a very Im- tuoe Rachel Carter would Come to foait In the everlasting Ores of hell, groveling and walling at the feet of latan, the while his lovely mother looked down upon her In pity even Aen he wondered If such a thing were feasible from her seat beside Ood In Bis Heaven. He bad no doubts about (Blsi - Hell and Heaven, were real to aim, and all sinners went below. On the other hnnd, his father would be Permitted to repent and .would Instant ly go to Heaven. It was Inconceivable that his big, strong, well beloved father should go to the bad place. Rut Sirs. Carter would ! Nothing could aare hat I Ood would not pay any attention to kcr If she tried to repent ; he would I know It was only "make-believe" if she ! got down on her knees and prayed for ! forgiveness. He was convinced that Sachel Carter could not fool God. At first they told him his father had gone off as a soldier to flghr agnlnst the Indians and the British. He knew that a war was going ou. Men with niis were drilling In the pasture up ?))nd his grandfather's house, and there was talk of Indian "massacres." nd Simon Glrty's warriors, and British Brit-ish redcoata. He overheard hla grand father and the nelshbors discussing a kattle on Lake Erie, and rejoiced with them over the report of a great victory for "our side." Vaguely he had grasped the news of a horrible battle on the Tippecanoe river, far away In the wll-dernpM wll-dernpM to th north ami west. In whlch millions of Indians were !nln. nd he wondered how manyof there father had killod with his rifle weapon so his; and tone- tlint he came kfa thlin hntf ra nn tha hnrrul then e stood beside it. And then, in the fall, his mother went away and left him. They did not il him she had gone to the war. . He ould not have believed them if they -!, for she was too sick to go. ihe ml been in bed for a long, long time; "e doctor came to see her every day. J finally the preacher. live at "grandpa's house." His father was the biggest man la all the world, there could be no doubt about thst. Why, he was bigger even than grandpa, or Doctor Flint, or the parson, or Mr. Carter, who lived In the cabin next door and was Mlnda's father. fa-ther. For the matter of that he was. himself, a great deal bigger than Mlnda, Mln-da, who was only two years old and could not say anywhere near as many words as be could sy and did not know ber A B C's, or the Golden Rule, or who George Washington was. He was very fond of Mlnda's mother, moth-er, "Auntie" Rachel, - She was good to him. Bhe gave him cakes and crullers and spread mnple sugar on many sur- "Do you s'pose pa will know how to find meV" grandma 7" he would Inquire. " "Cause, you see, I 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 become very busy over whst she waa doing at the time and tell him not to pester her. ' Then one day lie saw - bis grandparent grand-parent talking together on the porch. U distinctly, heard kU trandms say : rf think he ought to be told, Richard. It's a sin to let him go oa thinking" The rest of the sentence was lost to kirn when she suddenly lowered her voice. They were all looking at htm. Presently his grandfather called to him, and beckoned with his finger. His grandfather took him on hla knee, and then and there told him the truth about his father. "Now, pay strict attention, Kenneth. Ton must understsnd everything I say to you. Do you bear? .Tour 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 la time for you to know the truth. Tou are nearly six years old; Quite a man, my lad." He paused to look search-tngiy search-tngiy Into the cbttiTa face, his bushy eyebrows meeting la a frown. "The detU of It U," he burst ont. "yoa are the living Image of your father. fa-ther. Tou are going to grow up to look like blm." He groaned' audibly, and went on In a strange, hard voice: "Do yon know what It Is to steal? It me:ui taking something that belongs te somebody else." "Tea, sir. Thou sbalt not steal.' It's in the Bible." 'Well, you know that Indians and gypsies steal little boys, don't you? 1 Is the very worst kind of stealing, because be-cause it breaks the r boy's mother's heart. It sometimes kills thertuTNww, suppose that somebody stole a bus band. Tour father waa a husband. He was your dear mother's husband. Ton loved your mother very, very much, didn't you? Don't cry, lad there, there, now I Be a little man. Now. listen. Somebody stole your mothera husband. She hived him better than anything In the world. She loved him, I guess, even better than she loved you, Kenneth. She Just couldn't Jive without with-out him. Do you see? That Is why (he died and went away. She Is in Heaven now. Now, let me hear you say this after me: My mother died because be-cause ...omehody stole her husband away from her." " My Toother died-because somebody reptlt tous piece of bread and butter, i stoled her husband away from her.' and 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 his mother. He was four when they brought Mr. Carter home In a wagon one day, 8ome men carried him Into -the house, snd Aunt Rachel cried, and his mother went over and stayed a long, long time with her, and his father got on bis horse and rode off as fast as he could go for Doctor Flint, snd he was not allowed al-lowed to go outside the house all day or old Booe would get him. Ills-father did the "chores" for "Auntie" Rachel for a long time, because be-cause Mr. Carter waa not there to attend at-tend to them. There came a day when the buds were fresh on the twigs, and the grnss vos very green, and the birds thnLhad been gone for a long time were Ringing Ring-ing agnln in the trees, atid It wns not ruining. So he went down the rond to piny In Mlnda's yard. He called to her. but she did not appear. No one np-nenrcd. np-nenrcd. The house was silent. "Ann- i tie" Rachel was not there. Even the dogs were gone, and Mr. Carter's horses and his wngon. He could not understand. Only yesterday he had played In the barn with Mlnda. Then his grandma came hurrying Ite hated oth of them, esnecinllv the Intter. who PrtVprt mi I s.. .11- u. v ihtc ane imu i'th - iin,i---"- - sly iUaurUa4,-Wh7-ivl4 v-ry-one. Poacher went rlirhr Into hr room and Wted some as he always did la rh? went te Ue "ttf7lBf." aad was Hutlim him . k TIT V . rmmrm nJfe4eane.le1u i wl h "1 . 1" rt time. She took him i.p la her no.-e because, It d sturhed mother, ,... in.,- . nd v-t n k ,h v .t. . aIjI arms snd told him. that Mlnda was aim . " ,ln when ,hflt 0,1 eone. He had never seen bis irsndros gone. He nad never seen nis grsnoro look so stern and angry. His mother wss In the bedroom wlrh grandpa snd Aunt Hettle, snd he wss aot allowed, to go tn to pee ber. Uncle 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 never forget thst, will you, Kenneth?" -,rv",'"1 "No. sir." ; ' "Now, I am going to tell yon who stole your mother's husband away from her. Tou know who your mother's moth-er's husband was, don't your "Yes, sir. My pa." "One night the night before yoa came up here to live your Auntie Rachel Ra-chel tlint Is what you-called her. Isn't It? Well, she was not your real aunt. She vi as your neighbor Just as Mr. Collins over there Is my neighbor and site was your mother's friend. Well, that night she stole your p from youcma, and took him away with her far, far away, and s'' never let him come back again.;. She" 'Rut pa was blgger'n she was," Interrupted In-terrupted Kenneth, frowning. "Why didn't lie kill her and get away?" The old squire was silent for a moment. mo-ment. "It Is not fair for me to put nil the Mame on Rschel Carter. Your father fa-ther was willing to go. He did not kill Rachel Carter. Together he and Rachel Ra-chel Carter killed your mother,-. But Rachel Carter was more guty than he was. Sne wss a woman ana sne sioie "WlmTtPlonRFd in -the sight -of Go4 . MniiLpJLl wbfiiflnr. "8or rrow-yoo- kow-tlint kow-tlint your pa'lirnTloTldn'ontrraTr He went away with Rachel Carrer anr left your mother to die of a broken heart Ho went off Into, the wilderness with . that bad, evil woman. Your mother was. unhappy. She died. Sh Is under the ground np In the grave. yard, all alone. Rachel Carter put ber there, "Kenneth. I cannot ask you to hat your fsther. It would not be right He ,ls your father In spite of everything, you know what the Good Book snys? ilonor thy father and how does the rest t It go, my lad?" "Honor thy father and thy mother that thou days may be long upon thou earth,' " nwinnured Kenneth, bravely. "When you are a little older you will , realize thnt your father did no honor bis father and mother, and then you may undcrntiind more than you do now. But you may hnie Rachel Carter. You must hate her. She.tllled your mother. She stole yoiir father. She made an orphan or-phan of yoa. She "destroyed the home where you unej to live. Tou must not be unhappy over whst 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 vlllnge. If he were! my ton, I would" , I .."Dop't any It. Richard," cried Ken-neth's Ken-neth's grandma, from the doorway behind be-hind them. "Don't ever say that to him." CHAPTER I -Shelter for the Night " . Night was fnlllng as two horsemen drew rein In front of a cabin at the edge, of a clearing In the far-reaching somber forest. A man stood partlutly revealed in the doorway. His left arm and ehoulder were screened from view by the Jamb, bis head was bent for ward as he peered Intently through narrowed eyes at the strangers tn the road, Who-sre your-and - what doyott want?"' he called out'"'""''" "Friends, How far ta It to the tavern tav-ern at Clark' -pot-Hf"- "Clark's point Is three miles back,7 replied the settlen "Where you bound ferr "Lafayette. I guess we're off the right road,- We took the left turn' four or five miles back." "What'a takln'you to Clark's Point? There ain't no tavern there." "My name la G wynne. I left Craw-fordsrtlts Craw-fordsrtlts rh Is TOornlng. hoping t reach Lafayette hefore nlcht But the road Is so heavy we couldn't "Been ralnln' steady for nearly two weeks," Interrupted the settler. "Hub-deep "Hub-deep everywhere. I guess mebby we c'n find a place fer you to sleep tonight and we c'n give you somerhln' fer man an' beast. If you'll Jest ride around here to the harn we'll put the bosses up an' feed' em. and Ellsa, set out a couple more plates, aa' double the rations ra-tions all around. Where do you come frorfj?" he Inquired, after a momenfa hesitation. "My home Is la Kentucky. I live at".. :' - "Kentucky, eh? Well, thsfs a good place to come from. T guess you're alt right, stranger." ' The gaunt settler conducted the un-exrtedguests un-exrtedguests to the barn, wbera, after they bad diaroounted, he asslnted la the removal of the well-filled saddlebags saddle-bags and rolls from the backs of their jaded horses. . "Water?" he Inquired briefly. "No, snh," replied Zacharlah, blinking blink-ing aa the other held the lantern up the better to look Into bis face. , Zacharlah Zach-arlah was a young negro as black as night with gleaming white teeth which he revealed In a broad and friendly grin. "Bad all dey could drink, mars-tor, mars-tor, back yander at de crick." 'We can't offer you much la theway of entertainment, Mr. Gwvnne, but what we've got you're welcome to." "I shall be greatly Indebted to you, sir. The time will surely come when I may repay you not la money, but In friendship. Pray do not let us discommode discom-mode you or your household. I will be satisfied to sleep on the floor or In the barn, and as for Zacharlah, he . 'The barn Is for-thelhosses to sleep In," interrupted the host, "and the floor Is for the cat. Taln'l my Idee of fair ness to allow human beln's to squat on proppety that rightfully belongs to hosses an' cats so I guess you'll have to sleep In a bed. Mr. Gwynne." He spoke -with a-drawl. .-"Zachariali x'jj. spread his blank'ets on the kitchen floor an' make out somehow. Now; If yOuU Jist step over to the well yander, youll find a wash pan, Eliza I mean Mrs. Striker will give you a towel when you're, ready. Jest sing out to her. Here, you, Zacharlah; carry this plrrav der over an' put It In the kitchen. Mrs. Striker will show. you. Be careful of them rifles, of .your'n. They go off mighty sudden If you stub your toe. You'll find a comb and look In' glass In fflie scttln room. Sir. Gwynne. You'll probably want to put a few estry touches on yourself when I tell you there's an all-fired pmty girt spendln" the night with m. Go along, now, I'll put the feed down for your house an be with you Jn Jess'n no time." "I nm prepared and amply able to pay for lodging and food, Mr. Striker so do not hesitate to" "?Ave your breath, strnnger. I'm as deof as a post." With that he entered the harn door, lending the horses. Gwynne and his sefViint hurried through the. darkness towWd the light In the kitchen window. The former rapped politely .on the door. It was opened by Mrs. Striker, a tall, comely woman well under thirty,., He removed his tall, sorry -look in- beaver'.- "Madam, jour husband has Instructed Instruct-ed my servant. to leave bur belongings In your kitchen. I fear they sre not overly den. Your kitchen Is as clean as a pin. Shall I Instruct him to return w lt&.ilumlQJfctjta . T !iru.Ui2 .Xhem'Iri.lBlie said, melting In spiref - jallit ji the doorstep Into his dark, snilifiig eyes" His strong, tanned face was beardless, his teeth were white, his abundant brown hair tousled and boyishly wry end there were mud splashes, cm Ms cheek snd chin. n was tall and straight tad M figure was ahapety, despite the thick blue cape that hung from his shoulders, "I guess .they ain't any dirtier than Pblo Striker's boots are by this time ' the year. Sup-perm Sup-perm be ready la tea or flteen minutes, Mr. Gwynne," ' : Ills - emlle broadened, , Ba miffed gratefully; 1 far mora exacting woman wom-an than Ellaa Striker would have forgiven for-given this lack of dignity on his part -You will find me ready for It. Mrs. Striker. The smell of side-meat goes straight to my heart, and nothing In all thla world could ba more wonderful than the coffee yon are making." "Go long with your sna cried, vastly vast-ly pieased, and turned 'to ber slssllng skillets. . : Zacharlah deposited the saddlebags and rolls In the corner and then returned re-turned to the door,' where ha received Instructions which sent him back to open a bulging saddlebag and remove therefrom a pair of soft almost satiny calfxkln boots. Aa he hurried past Mrs. Striker helield them up for her Jnspeo-tlon, Jnspeo-tlon, grinning from ear to ear. She gazed In astonishment at the white and silver ornamented tops, such as were affected by only tba most fastidious dandles of the day. "Well. I never I" she exclaimed, aad then went to thoelttlng rooni Mr whiff per excitedly to the solitary occupant, who, it so chanced, was at the moment mo-ment busily, and hastily employed In rearranging her brown, wind-blown hair before the round-topped little looking-glass over the fireplace. "I thought yon said you wasn't goln' to see him," observed Mrs. Striker, after Imparting her Information. "If you ain't what are yon flxln' yourself aprrfernr,:,;,,.;:. i-,,..',. ." :. , :'.-. .' "I have changed my mind, Ellsa," said the young lady, loftily. Bow does my hair look!- - "You've got the purtiest hair la ail the" "Don't be silly. It's terrible, most of the time." "Well. It's aplck an' span now,-It that's what you want to know," grumbled grum-bled Ellsa, and vanished, lingering ber straight straw-colored hair somewhat resentfully, Bleah'wlinev Kenneth - Gwynne, having hav-ing divested himself of his dark blue "swallow-tall,": was washing his face and hands at the well. The settler ap- nroached with the lantern. (To be continued ) ; Reprisal. -Mamma." aald four iear-!d Bow ard. "that mean little Smith girl called me a monkey today." "Then what happened?" asked his mother. "Well.", replied Howard, "you aea, I conldat slap a glrlso I gsva another little girl half of my candy to scratch au" Chicago Dally Newa. - Male In Religious Art The halo employed In religious art typifies celestial light and glory. It wss In use long before the Chrlstlaa era among the Egyptlsns, Greeks and Romans, and has liven employed la Christian art from very early tluesv-Utersry tluesv-Utersry Digest, j v India's Clant Bamboo. The giant bamboo of India blossoms blos-soms at the age of forty years and then dies. It produces large nambera of seeds, which the natives use for food If they , can live until the ertp matures. Air's Coolest Time. At a helghi of. one and a half mils In the air. the coolest Jtline of the 24 hours Is during the day instesd of at night, aa mlulil bo expected. ASSESSMENT NOTICE Slavery In Old Roma.. , Some of 'the wealthy Romans bad as many as 10,000 slave. Iadlaaap-oils Iadlaaap-oils News. Alberta Mining Company, Principal -placr of Basinets, American Fori, . rtah. '. Notice Is hereby given that at a meeting of the board of directors of. tha Alberta ; Mining - Company, bold on the Srd day of November, 192S, aa ajaessmeflt,.j(N.O . 9 thousand upon bait of the outstand-" Ing capiul stock; of the corporatloa, (after half cf th outstanding stock -hss been turned back Into the treae-ury, treae-ury, as agreed by stockholders,) payable pay-able tmmedlately to TLomas M. Bolt. secreUryr 8alt Lake City, Utab ' Any stock on which thla assasa. tjient may remain unpaid on Jaaa. ary IStb 1924, will be delinquent aad advertised. for aala at publlo auction; snd unless payment is'made" bforr" will be sold at City Hall at American Pork, Utah, at I p. nur Monday February Feb-ruary 11th, 1924, to pay the delnquent assessment together with cost of advertising ad-vertising and expense of sale. V ; Thomas M. Holt, Secretary. American Pork, Utah. 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