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Show nnil goed taste reign. The lion-'' fairly mi f-Sli:i'-k.-loiis Kohert and Klizabcth Shaekleton. U'li-n Mr. Ade furnished his plaoi. nt of bis shopping was. supervised by :i woman acquaintance hi'.CLil'Mxo who mikes a business of selecting household equipment for those who ore M illing to pay for discriminating taste. She also directed the arrangement of furnishings fur-nishings la tin.- lions-, r.m oven at tb2t. oi-., wonders won-ders how every detail of the household arrangement can retain Irs lacquer of simple refinement ami cou-spicuous cou-spicuous absence of dih-ttnntrism, when .'nhnbUod ly n bachelor of Mr. Ade's manly, masculine typo. Every ibing seems to indicate t lie deft, cultivated toin-h of a woman not a housekeeper, bur a womao who Imparts something of herself to a homo because It Is lif-r. Ahnut tMs time one Is moved to exclaim. "Gocm!-nontly. "Gocm!-nontly. George! Funny you neve!' trot married!" He just smiles. It Is a noteworthy f :tot that there U a conspicuous absence of women's photographs about the house. About the only one are autographed portraits por-traits of women who have taken lending parts In Mr. Ado's plays, Dorothy Tennant. FJsio Janis and a few oll'i-r. but those nre not found on his dressing table or on bis desk. They nre on the wall and. apparently, there Is no more romance attached to them than to the pictures of Mr. Mncklyn Arbuekle and Mr. Willis P. Swoatuam.- Vet Mr. Ado Is no woman hater; moreover, more-over, he Is a great lover of children. Here and there .nro pictures of little ones belonging to his friends, aud he points thorn out and brags about what tine children tbey a 10. ' Tales of Marriage Told.. "Yon ought to have a bum-h of youngsters playing around a biR house like i hi?. George," remarked a visitor not long ago. "He a great place for them, wouldn't It?" replies George seriously. Every little while some precs agent marries Mr. Ado to one of bis leading women, but with the exception fTlntions on tlio fly leaves to Mr. Ado from the authors, au-thors, if Wl,rl"s fif cMnf.r'of the drownings arc tbero they s,re not ,, plain view. For which fir- niusriiiire it maybe pardonable t pause at thU juuelnre for a subdued murmur of delight. Here and there Is a book by George Ado. The author neer opens them. He, like most authors. Is weary of hi own writings by the time lliey land between covers. J:ut they are there, a part of the petting. Round the House. The walls of Mr. Ado s bedroom arc covered with pictures of the Ade brain children, scenes from his piays and photographs of actors that played the lead-In lead-In vr characters, in and out of costume. "From the Impersonator Im-personator to the originator" Is a familiar phrae penned on the-o photographs. Or. If he likes variety, Mr. Ade can look out tin- window across hi vast expanse ex-panse of farm, with his tlower gardens in the. foreground fore-ground and a rose covered arbor of sassafras logs, tho whole comprising a scene that Is a tribute to the skill of the l.i!:deape gardener. Adjoining the dining room on the first floor Is Mr. Ade's workroom, or office, or whatever one may desire to call it. Happily, he himself does not refer to it as his den. It is here that he writes his plays, preparing prepar-ing them in pen and Ink for I hi? ni-.st part, occasionally occasion-ally dictating a pap- or two. and later making revisions revis-ions l:i (lie copy afltr It has been typewritten. When, he needs Inspiration all he has to do Is to glance over i'l a neatly typewritten label on -one drawer of a big mahogany filing case. The label says: . . I "BON OFFICE ST ATEM EXTS." j .1 V Ilazcldon Farm I under the direct supervision .f Mr. Joseph Ade, another brother, who. by tho way, Is also a bachelor: it seems to inn In the family. Joe Ade Is Just ns proud of the farm as George Is. Ho points to tin.- big crib, which at the time of this visit Is tilled to the eaves with coin and ont, awaiting the On another oeoalon Mr. James Whitcomb Riley was a gaiest at the farm. Ado bad cautioned all b!i employes to be on the lookout to see that Mr. Rll-y got everything he wanted. Tho morning after Mr. Why's arrival the hvt, who bad Just awakened, saw his big nutomoh'l shoot down the driveway and off toward Brook wits iioIkmIv in It but the chauffeur, who seemed to ',. In a great hurry. "Heavens'." thought Mr. Ad".- In dismay. "What's happened now? Somebody's got hurt ami they've rushed off for a doctor, sure. Ah, how uncertain are the things of this life!" He inserted himself into hi clothes ns rapidly as possible, but before he had finished dressing tho big cor came chuff -chuffing back still at high speed. Mr. Ade rushed downstairs. "What hi the world has happened?" he asked, excitedly. The chauffeur grinned as he took a small package from his jHH.ket. Then the story came out. Mr. Itlley had got up early to stroll about the farm and brcatho the crisp morning air. He had coma uron Mr. Ado's chauffeur In his walk. I suppose," remarked Mr. Itlley, "(he only real way to get the full enjoyment out of farm life i to put on one's oldest clothes and have plenty of Stut tobacco on hand." The chauffeur took the remark to be a wish. The package that he had brought back from Brook on his record breaking dash was fifty cents' worth of Star tobacco, with which he sought to delight the soul of the poet. - Guests at Hazelden, however, are not left entirely to their own resources. Mr. Ade suggests things o do if time seems to dratr. There Is boating on the Iroquois, which Hows through the farm; swimming In I lie big concrete tank Mr. Ade has had built, bowling golf on the lawn Mr. Ade's own Invention playground play-ground baeball. aud amusements not regularly catalogued cata-logued that the Ade mind thinks up. Lust summer Mr. William T. Hodge, leading man In Mr. LJooth Tarklngtoifs "The Man from Home," was among the guests. Mr. Ade arranged with him to put on a Itube makeup and go about the farm acting strangely, to the great consternation of other visitors. In a few minutes women guests came rushing up to tell Mr. Ade that a queer looking man had been walking about the place ai I that he had tried to steal a pall of something from I ck of the kitchen. "I II go speak to him." i.ild Mr. Ade. lie walked over and seemed to be talking severely to the stranger, who kept pointing at something up In n tree. "He's a little demented, that's all," explained Mr Ade when he came back to his guests, "but he'i harmless enough. He'll go away soon. I think." "What did he keep polntlug at the trees for?" soru bodj- asked. "Oh, he thought he saw a pink squirrel." Every Friday during warm weather there Is a baL TTIFSn T "Tl R TT A T Tl TP nn'5 t,,s,P r(l!;n- Tl, 1,on f'lIrly ""-s,,!1''k'"'- riptions on the fly leives to Mr. Ado from the au- On another oeoaxlon Mr. James Whitcomb Riley (5 i SJjf rV S 1 A h V fct B i'".s ICbert ami Elb-abeth hacklet.-n. WlemMr. ,,0rs. If the works of either 'of the drownings arc was a guest nt the farm. Ade had cautioned all Mi 7XU I X. J IV I 1 1 J V Ji Ade fnrnlshed his plaei- most of bis shopping was. there they are not ,ui in plain view. For whi'h ?lr- employes to be on the lookout to see tbnt Mr. RhVy YrTVl 8r ' , supervised byVwomajj a. qoahsfauec iu"CLii.-ako who nmstaie' e it mav be pirdonal-le t pause at thU got everything he wantcl. YJftUji ' 'Hikes a business of sHoctlns hoii-eh .ld equipment jut(nre f, r a subdued murmur of delight. Here The morning after Mr. Kll.-y's arrival the ho- WVUM, T f TT A- T T f for those who ore willing to pay for dl.erlmi7.ating and there Is a book by Gorge Ade. The nuthor who had Jut awakened, saw his big automobll JVE 1 f B T I P fffifZfijl tr,SI- fle 4J directed the arrangement of fur- n- er opens them He " like most authors. Is weary shoot down the driveway and off toward Crook wlllj flSw X U 2L U J JL &fMj fishings la the house, even at tbst.'oee won- of hiw own writing by the time tb-y land between noln-dy in It but the chauffeur, who seemed to ?))rSo7W i'y ,3t'r8 b"w rv,'ry ,U',;,n of lhe household arrangement covers. J:ut they are there a part of the setting. in a great hurry. "Heavens." thought Mr. Adv In S&j oan r.t,n In Irs lacquer of simple lellnemeiit and cou- ' dismay. "What's happened now? Somebody's got jl T'TN Tl A S f A - A TV T Kplcuous absence of dd.ttnntcism. when !n!-ab!;ed Round the House. hurt and they've rushed off for a doctor, sure. Ah. XJ I ) l ( IC f -w I 5s h? n hachelor of Mr. Ade' manly, masculine typo. The walls of Mr. Ado s bedroom arc covered with llow ,ulcertaln nre the things of this life!" . J V..1 N JLI X V V XV J V XV. JL 1 (Vf Every ti.ing seems to Indleaie the deft, cultivated pl-tures of the Ade brain children, scenes from his Ho ins0rted himself into his clothes ns rapidly ' tyjtV , J touch of a woman not a housekeeper, bur a woman H-iys and photographs of actors tbnt played the lead- JIS ,M,SSI1.1. but before he had finished dressing tho , , wlio Imparts something of herself to a home because l'.g characters. In and out of costume. "From the 1m- j, cnr cnmo chuff -chufling back still at high speed. jVX ViSW-s rJ5 It Is liers. persona tor to tho originator" is a familiar phrn-o Mr. Ade rushwl downstairs. "What iu the world pj'T' pa iTv? r. '.lTil About this time one Is moved to exclaim. "Goem!- penned on theo photographs. Or. If he likes variety, bait happened?" he nsked. excitedly. i-rt X- nentlv. George! Fu.mv vou nev-r got married!" Mr. Ade can look out th- window across bis vast ex- The chauffeur grinned as be took a small packnga I ! He'just smiles. It lsYnoteworlhv fact that there U panse of farm, with his tlower gardens in the fore- frn) ,)U ,HMket. Then the story came out. 5f I a conspicuous absen. e of women's photographs about pmnud atnl a rose covVrcd arbor of sassafras logs, tho Mr. mioy had got up early to stroll about the farm &W$&& the house. About the onlv ones are autographed por- whole comprising a scene that Is a tribute to the oml breatlio I he crisp morning air. He had coma Ui i traits of women who have taken leading parts In Mr. skill of the laml.-cape gardener. ur-on Mr. Ade's chauffeur In his walk. S? 'f XAbfel fe"ft!4j ' I Ado's plavs. Dorothy Tcnnant. Elsie Janis and a few Adjoining the dining room on the first floor Is Mr. "I suppose." remarked Mr. Klley. "(he only real t-, iJili fe--' AVtfe srtHl'- ' 0.1.,-rs. but these nro not found on Ids dressing ,allIo Ade's workroom, or ofllce. or whatever one may desire way to get the full enjoyment out of farm I.fe U to 'V'rvVv ! or on bis desk. They are on the wall and. apparen.lv. to call it. Happily, he himself does not refer to it as put on one's oldest clothes and have plenty of Mat R-CV-- ! there Is no more romance attached to them than to the his den. It is here that he writes his plays, prepar- tobacco on hand." V'- I ! Pictures of Mr. Maeklvn Arbuckle and Mr. Willis l. l them In pen and Ink for the m-st part, occasion- The chauffeur took the remark to be a wish. Phe XVV; i Swoatuam, Vet Mr. Ado Is m. woman hater; more- a! 'fating a page or two. and later making rev Is- package that he had brought back from 1-rook on hi, :'f?Ti - '.-1 V "i- 'tt !g over, ho Is a great lover of children. Hero and there s n the copy afbr It has been typewritten. When record breaking dash was fifty cents' worth of Mar ffy: TF7ZT?7--JSki nro pictures of little ones belonging to his friends, and he needs Inspiration all he has to do Is to glance tobacco, with which he sought to delight the soul of ' oJ-nri.-. J l-'i'iyt -------iUg he points them out and brags about what tine children "Vor el a neatly typewritten label on .ne drawer of a the poet. 1 " 111 111 XC?.J' pw..M.i.M.Mii '8 (boy ,(o b!g mahog.mr filing case. Tho label says:- Guests nt Hazolden. however, nre not left entirely mh''"'iy- ;ic:!:fi Some of Mr. Ade's , ' Tale; of Marrie To'd ' 1 i to their own resources. Mr. Ade suggests things to m $ fa f ' 4n&:&'9k Well Fed Hcrfords ..v . . , t , , -T.OX- OFFICE STATEMEXTS." do If time seems to dratr. There Is boat hip on the rrP C r.:';-f y.-yi ; v" "w,w,u "ion ought to have a bum-1 of yoiincstors plavlng . V, uw " . , , , , . , HE OtOry Of- 1 : - n 0M Phol by Oeor Lawence around a big house like thl,. George." remarked a ' Ilaxelden Farm Is under the direct supervision ,f Iroquois, which .lows through the farm; sw mmlng In TUT Cor, fTWl ' visitor not long ago. Mr. J,sch Ade. anotlK-r brother, who. by tho way, Is U.o bS concrete tank Mr Ade has had bul . low ing Mr. LreOrge I' , - ..Kc a pr,nt pl.,ce for theiB. wouldn't It?" replies also a bachelor: it seems to run In the family. Joe H on the lawnMr. Ade's own uven Ion-play- AJ Snfmrttrf ' George seriously. Ade Is Just as proud of the farm as George Is. Ho eround baseball, ami amusements not regularly cata- AdeS Splendid WA& Evcrv little so pro,, agent marrto, Mr. Ad, points to the big crib, which at the time of this visit Is l.ed that te Ade mind thinks up. Los summer Isolation in the M-f' " ; JWHtfr to one of bis leading women, but with the excep-Ion tilled to the eaves v,i.u corn and oats, awaiting the " ,5 Mn n ISUteHlUll III lilt i -ftV-, V -i' ?? r- yiul ' 1 larkfngton s "lhe Man from Home, was among the Rffff I?3tfrsift ' " f '$ty$W'S ' guests. Mr. Ade arranged with him to put on a Rube JDCIfl IallrOaU H. g.v rTTr- ; ' " . makeup and go about the farm acting strangely, to fxff'nn and Rtr1 p-.'- 1 the great consternation of other visitors. UiailUn ariU IXCU fc" --Tw" i ri. V-v -7 r "f: L ti&i ' ' . ' : ' . ' ?.r..-. .,x-J In a few minutes women guests came rushing up Water'' Tank' . to tell Mr. Ade that a qm-vr looking man Had Ucn - !t;;,i,-vy " ' W-.VC(;yi.i . walking about the place ai I that he had tried to steal SeCt(On Of the tMT" , ';t?M&'?&d a pall of somethln...' from I ck of tue kltcbe... r, n , tfirr-;;. U:;';f .p.Vf'W'; "Ml ko speak to him." ..ld Mr. Ade. lie walked Litem Belt Of : .. M'l " , ; - y7&Zfftyf&: -:.: over and seem,l to be talknir severely to the stranger. T J' ''wiiWtV '- tVj- ? i-.XiW ,v, , ' -lW&& !r --' who kept pointing at something up hi a tree. Indiana , "" t,.e demented, that's all," explained Mr ; p'i;" "1 "f VfrtfH-&X'' Ade when he came back to his truest s. "but he'i . T less onough. He'll go away soon. I think" IfiVvil!'7'-'-';' K:"-;" -.-'V; X; V'-'-V-i ,".'.::'.':-':;; t''--?'''-:' LA-i:F-y' 'tf-lSSry I "What did he keep polntlug at the trees for?" som BY FRED C. KELLY. ;-T-'v:vCN'N "h' thought he saw a pink squirrel." rrrtebt. 1010. v the Nrtr York itrr,M Co. ah rum ncv-rtrcd.) gl'If J-j-- tvA'j"1! V'i-' "' ' '" "' ' 7'' V ' '- ' l.' ' ' A 'X' v 'f '--''iy.'' Vj Every Friday during warm weather there Is a baL llMHEX Mr.' George Ade abandoned fables for Mp! Mt' 0 H SBM V I farming he ndroltly located -hi. country es- . foMt; '-V'- kt . l tatc so that he could not easily become tho &&1F4FX W vh of tho pest who "Just drops in." Bi&i IM" The Ade farm is In the very; heart of the ti fefe Indiana. It Is so situated that If anybody starts from b'fsh: P'. -;J. yl&t''tf f;;. $lyft$ :;: 'M .' W&miil any given point east of a line drawn due north and f H, uth of Kokomo It is necessary to go to Chicago be- &P L? CmfiW'i ft5g fore one can get to Brook, which Is the name of the :' ' yy'i "-'::'r-M - ' -''A W'WV Jv" - ''"' at 1ogansporL So completely has Mr. Ade isolated ' -iV h v v' 'Vr, r-": - V - -H-'v ' : - v'.'-, - v " . '' -:-!r-.;.'V;,:.--v.i; -c-''OAr h X cK'rtV'T 'ii- j-::';. t&V& himself in his native Newton country. - Also Mr. Ado himself does not refer to his bc os- tfWfe fate as "my county- place." but Just as the Farm. t&feM " Note carefully the capital F. That's the way he fefi puts It when he has occasion to mention it In a letter. fe.? ;'.J'V U tii Since be quit writing fables the farm Ls the only noun J he capitalizes except nt the beginning of a sentence, WJ'V ? :-y&tZXJs M-TXljtf'p&ty yt.r-y' .s c ' 'i; "'- -V-V V &'fyi&.&&A l ZtAj i'rl and of course names of persons, cities, rivers, ic- f 'Z0$fr see Harvey's English grammar. b-r ' ri'f - 0.r v--' -iV:V.T ' v-'. -'" v-ri UA" -'S - ' -' V-: v:' 'i"'X'&d iVi feAHd Hazelden Farm that's tho name of it consists of itVVV"'''" ' ' iV-Ctj-v ' i2im'' 4W acres that lie two miles from Brook. Ind., the fj''- V;'." V "i- p'V.i''': V'--" V' f 'f-' --r ' - ( r ' V..-; V '.v v i--1 'iV' 'T"1"----" . tv'Ii" ' ' ''.i'l- 'VTfl nearest railway station, four miles from the town " ' ' &J??' of Ado, named after George and which he says has V-. '''"i'- .sAiL'J-JJ,?- t''' '-y'"' ' - ; Jl-R-&y'A room to grow to a town the size of Chicago ami thir- ' ;s pAv.'' '''".i'T' '" -c -v't;i1 I. -cn miles from Kentlaud. where Gcorgo Ade was born remarks Mr. Ade by way of explaining tho corpu- that some city editor is good nature.l enough to run the This is the : ' ' l&'4j''K on February 9, 1SG0. There George's father. Mr. h-nce of the itinerant "dluer." story, including the reference to the show and wheu it House hat )?$?l7-:'j ". TK -, ' '&1-;$$2a John Ade, clghtv-two vears old, still lives, after forty Nw we're at Brook. Three hours are supposed is to open, nothing evei comes of it. GcorgC Built V;'''' V ' ' - '"i ; '-''' years spent in the banking business, from which bis to have elapsed. . At present about the only possibility of a romance Photo by i-:' ' " ' " ' 'fc ton pried him avvay about two years ago. Grouped up stage on the platform about (be bulT In Mr. Ade's life concerns a certain unknown woman -o ue . Lawrence Co. j-; V-.--. . . '.: Mr. George Ade has travelled far, around the world station are villagers, teamsters, peasants Innocent admirer. Whenever a magazine article appear .'..- .- ..';' ;' ':"''Sf'M two or three times, and, like Mr. James J. Hill has bystanders and others. Several greet Neighbor Ad about .Mr. Ade or by him. the article is artistically frTJ .' .' ' '. ' ' ':' A''V taken note of the increasing number of persons In cordially. lie smiles and waves his hand. lie stops pasted on sheets of costly. Itoycrofty paper ami hand- WJ ' ' ' ' .. , ; ' J "1: 7'--':'Wa the gTeat wide world to be fed, and of the corapara- to inquire of Jim Somebody If that cow of his got all somely bound wiih a leather cover on which is em- UJ Annrnarh tn Un M f 7u o Z lively llrtle land, sizing up the world as a whole, that rlgbt acaln. and then hurries out to tl,e highway, where bossed Mr. Ade's name. Then the volume is nd- ,lc "pPr," " "aCiacn irom U1C Koad ic rr.iiT- niv-i.iefit-r. iio r.n.,i .... t.,i awaits a bi- seven iiassen'-er :nitoMi.il.ile that live or drosed to Mr. Ado in a woman s handwriting. Som.- 00 y eore R- -aw"ence Co. BY FRED C. KELLY.. Mrtt. 1010. Iir the Nrv York HrrnM Co. All Rights nrrrcil.l r rHEX Mr. George Ade abandoned fables for k V farming he adroitly loeateel his country es- W 1,110 EO e coul1 ni1t as,,3' become th f vh.-tlm of tho pest who "Just drops in." The Ade farm ls iu the very heart of the buff railroad station and red water tank section of Indiana. It Ls so situated that If anybody starts from any given point east of a Hue drawn due north and (outh of Kokomo it Ls necessary to go to Chicago before be-fore one can get to Brook, which ls the name of the Ade establishment. The alternative is to change at 1ogansporL So completely has Mr. Ade isolated himself In his native Newton country. Also Mr. Ado himself does not refer to his hie estate es-tate as "my country place," but just as the Farm. Note carefully the capital F. That's the way he puts it when he has occasion to mention it in a letter. Since be quit writing fables the farm Ls the only noun he capitalizes except nt the beginning of a sentence, and of course names of persons, cities, rivers, A.c. see Harvey's English grammar. Hazelden Farm that's the name of it consists of 46") acres that lie two miles from Brook, Ind., the nearest railway station, four miles from the town of Ado, named after George and which he says has day when Brother Bill thinks the market is right. Then It will be sold. "There's li.jmi bushels of corn in there," says Joe. "Goorue'll et at least fifty cents a bushel for It." And bis eyes twinkle with pride Ob, George Ade's farming proposition Is no mere hobby. It Isn't necessary neces-sary for ldm to keep oq writing plays to keep up th- fni 111. The soil Is that rkhly productive variety, blaeker than a Chicago horizon. Brother Joe also takes one to see the big Clydesdale hoiM-s that are raised at Iluzeldeu, the sheep and boys and the solemn faced Hertford cattle; also h herd of mules herd r lloek or drove or whatever it ls that yon call a parly of mules about thirty of them. ' George Ade Is a great admirer of mule. "When a mule decides mt to do a thing," he says. "It doesn't do It. No amount of persuasion or personal abuse will change a mule's plaus once it has mapped out the course it thinks it ought to pursue. My opinion is Dial a mule is a much maligned animal." no.vpiialliy is the rule at llazoldon, and It Is easy hospitality that makes the guest feci free to go and come aeenrdiiis to his own de-ires. If he wants to put ou old ilolhes and take a lonj; walk up the road no does so. That is precisely what Mr. George Marion, game at Hazelden playground ball in nn Jai-prompt Jai-prompt u league Mr. Ado has organized between Brook, Keutldiid, Goodland and other nearby towns. The attendance usually runs to five hundred While here on the subject of games and pastimes Is ns good a place as any to pay one tribute to Mr. Ade without which no j.rticle concerning him would be complete. The tribute Js as follows: Mr. Ade does not play bridge wliKt. On hK trip abroad last year persons would approact him on .shipboard and ask biin to sit In a game oi bridge, and when be told them that he had never learned the came tbey looked at him ns If he'd said that he had never learned to read. But he stuck ll 'out. About the only card game Mr. Ade cares much aboul Is double solitaire. Those Eleven Guns. rrobablv the highest lawn party ever held at Hazel den was when Mr. William II. Tuft and some tweutj thousand other persons went there in the fall of 1!)U for the opening of the republican campaign. Mention of that event makes Mr. Ado think of a story illustrative of something or other. When arrangements ar-rangements had been made for Mr. Taft's visit to the farm the playwright conceived the Idea of having hav-ing a number of lombs In readiness and exploding them at the proper time to notify the crowd thai room to grow to a town tho size of Chicago ami thirteen thir-teen miles from Kentlaud. where Gtorgo Ade was born on February 9, 1SC0. There George's father, Mr. John Ade, eighty-two years old, still lives, after forty years spent in the banking business,' from which his jon pried him away about two years ago. Mr. George Ade has travelled far, around the world two or three times, and, like Mr. James J. !IIU has taken note of the increasing number of persons In the great wide world to be fed, and of the comparatively compara-tively llrtle land, sizing up the world as a whole, that Is really productive. He figured out that farm land was certain to advance In value. In 107 he bought one hundred acres. Now his laud holdiugs in the r-ounty that he left a few years ago amount to about rlgbteen hundred acros, Hazelden and tvo other farms. Most of the land Is now worth ?lo0 an acre From which one may gather that the playwright may be pretty comfortable, even If he owned nothing else nd all royalties were to cease. But tho royalties keep pouring In. One little fifteen minute playlet, now on lhe road la vaudeville, alone "nets tho author SoO a week. The Ade Family. Over at Kontland lives Brother Bill Ado, a prosper-ons prosper-ons farmer himself, and a married man with a family. He has acted as buying agent and chief ad iscr to George in all his purchases of farm land. He also is a man of considerable Importance in the commuulty. Not long ago there was a home talent production at Kent-land Kent-land of "The County Chairman," by Mr. George Ade, -and Mr. WUIinm n. Ade, who has several times been county chairman in Newton county, played the title r6le. It would Ik? a futile ta6k to try to convince any resident of Kontland. Ind, that Mr. Macklyn Arbuckle Ar-buckle ever tilled that part aa satisfactorily as Bill Ade did. It was not until a few years ago that the playwright decided to live on oue of bis farm possessions. Ho was finding much necessity for a quiet place to write. He had been trying to work In a room iu Chicago where he was constantly besieged by Insurance men, tx,k agents, salesmen of Honduras Kubber Company stork and friends,, all of whom would sit on the edge of his desk and talk. His intention was to build a little lit-tle place costing not more than $2,5ni. But the architect archi-tect kept making little suggestions and the plans grew until' the house that was actually built ls a country mansion of the old English design a place that would be pretentious except for Its elaborate simplicity. The farm Ls eighty miles, from Chicago. Trains make tlie run In about three hours. It would be an even shorter trip than that, but, as Mr. Ade pays, 'the stations aro about eighty feet apart, and the train stops at them all." At Momencc oh. It's no misprint; that's the name of the place the diner is added to the trabi. Tho diner consists of a remarkably fat boy who carries a large basket of sandwiches and "home made pies" and who goes through the traiu saying "Lun-cliuh" t In a qui-t tone of Quality like the clasping shut of a j catch on a Saratoga trunk. "Vcu see, they make him cat all he cau't j,eJL' remarks Mr. Ade by way of explaining the corpulence corpu-lence of the itinerant "dliscr." Now we're at Brook. Three hours are supposed to have elapsed. Grouped up stage on the platform about the buff station are villagers, tea rasters, peasants Innocent bystanders and others. Several greet Neighbor Ad cordially. lie smiles and waves his hand. lie stops to Inquire of Jim Somebody If that cow of his got all right acaln. and then hurries out to tlo highway, where awaits a big seven passenger automobile that live or six of his plays earned for him one evening while he tlept. Thence we proceed two miles to Hazelden Farm. Tho name Hazelden, by the way, was not suggested by the presence of hazel trees cr hazel bushes, or whatever it Is that hazel nuts grow on, although there's a lot of them there, but it is a family name, the maiden name of Mr. Ade's grandmother. The Electrician's Scheme. Spanking of names reminds George of a story. "These men Hint put op the electric signs in front of theatres got paid by the letter," he says. "They all hate me, of course. There Isn't much graft for them in a Gv name like Ade. They would like Hazelden better. But what I stalled to tell you was this; The last lime I was in New York one of these electric sign meu came up to me and, 'George,' says he. 'I've got a great scheme and 1 want you to ln lp me out on it. 1 want to have some manager arrange with Madame Alia Nizimova to play "The Fool Hath Said In His Heart There Is no Gm1." Think of a sign wit If her full aaine and the title of the play. Why. I'd make a small fortune.' " A wonderful grove of mighty oaks stands in front of Mr. Ade's house. "By the way, Mr. Ade," Inquires the observant Visitor, "how's It come that you" "I know what you're going to ask," breaks In Mr Ade. "Vou'ie going to ak lew it comes that I ever escaped calling this place 'The aks.' 1 suppose if I'd been John T. MeCulcheon this would now b? The Oaks instead of Hfii.eldey. Years ago Mc Culcheon and I had a little hall bedroom iu Chicago, containing a thinly varnished oak bedroom set, a snarly radiator and a few chroinos on the wall taken from .Sunday newspapers. He decided that the place ought to have a name, the same as the homes of artists ar-tists you read about in the magazines. So he named our home The Oaks." At the front door of the Ade home are two smiling, pleasant faced collies, that can trace their lineage bark to Mr. J. I'Ieront Morgan's keniuls. They come romping up and wipe I heir feci on our overcoat lapels in friendly fashion, by way of imparling the sfii.se of hospitality that pervades Hazelden. One of Iheni is named Artie, alter "one of our children that didn't live," as Mr. Ado refers to the play by that titie. and the other Ls called Oil, the name of a friend. We find a quiet elegance about the grounds at Hazelden that makes one think of a page out of "Country Life iu America." Inside sullued elegance that some city editor is good natnred enough to run the siory, including the reference to lhe show and wheu it is to open, nothing ever comes of it. At present about the only possibility of a romance In Mr. Ade's life concerns a certain unknown woman admirer. Whenever a magazine article appears about. Mr. Ade or by him. the article Is artistically pasted on sheets of costly, Itoycrofty paper and handsomely hand-somely bound wiih a leather cover on which is embossed em-bossed Mr. Ade's name. Then the volume is nd-dresed nd-dresed to Mr. Ade in a woman s handwriting. Som. day, perhaps, ho will meet this unknown admirer and then but why anticipate? Meanwhile he simply sim-ply smiles. The air of culture about nazeldcu Is the more noticeable because the bouse contains thousands of dollars' worth of curios brought from afar, with which it would have born easy to work a bizarre, museum like cll'ect which is exactly what did not happen. Mr. Ade In his travels to the Orient and around the world has gathered together works of art that tell of his own n-iinod. cultivated taste. Nearly every artkle of bric-a-brac has some sort of a "story." All yecm to fit into the general harmony of the home. There are ponderous Burmese plaques. Orl-cnlal Orl-cnlal screens and lape.strles, Chinese and Hindu images, im-ages, Benares brass, broire Buddhas, Japanese carvings, carv-ings, eo.-lly inlaid tables from Japan and China, beautifully beau-tifully caned ivory elephants, strange vases from Borneo, pictures, rompolan relics, more plaques aud rare pieces of china. Over there Is a cnUcetiou of canes, and enclosed here in a mahogany ami plate glass case ls a collection of odd rings from many lands. Then there are about a million kodak views that make up collections of scenes from the odd colliers col-liers of the world. Two spacious brick fireplaces add to the restful luxury of the place. When the house was being built a neighbor dropped around one morning to watch lhe operations and uoicd the brick fireplaces and mantels. -Goin' to have both of "cm built of brick, George?" he asked. The author nodded. The caller looked thoughtful for some moments and then opined. "Well, they'll be all right, but if I was yo : I'd 'ave put a leetle more niouey Into 'cm and had bird's-eye maple." Thus do tastes ditfer iu the llteraiy belt. Of course there Is a satisfying library. . The proprietor pro-prietor of Hazelden ls not a collector, however, trying try-ing to see how many bouks he can get together. It ls more of a practical, working library, containing sets of books 1 hat every literary man wants to read Idckcns, Thackeray. Balzac, de Maupassant, Stevenson, Steven-son, Kipling, l'oe, the Arabian Nights ami a lot more. All Mr. Ade's books are in handsome bindings with the e.'S-ptioi) 0f a eolkctioti of a doen or more volumes of aucient fables, which appear to have been picked up at secondhand book stores. Theh-prc-eiice is. of course, not dJUh ult of explanation. Many volumes of modern plays are there and numerous nu-merous modern novels, many of which contain in- w ho staged many of lhe Ade plays, would do when he was spending a few days at the farm Inst summer. Ho would walk briskly up the mad for a mile and back again to make the two miles that he thinks a man should walk before outing breakfast. Farmers would offer to gic him a lift, but he'd tell them he preferred to walk. Which gave rise to the suspicion that Mr. Ade's guest was crazy. A man who works in the Indiana fields for a living cannot always appreciate appre-ciate the point of view of the man who deliberately walks when he could ride. One morning Mr. Marion saw Mr. Ade's chauffeur starting toward Brook In a machine after the morning mall. Mr. Marlon climbed lnlo the car, rode to the village and then dogtrott'-d the distance hack to the farm, after which he sac down to breakfast and ate right heartily. That afternoon after-noon a native from Brook came out to see Mr. Ade. Couldn't Catch Up. "George." said this man. "I don't s'pose It's any of my business, but I feel thai I ought to tell you about .something that happc-ul this morning. You know that fellow that' vMtlng you? Well, your man lhe ehauf the fellow that runs the automobile. automo-bile. h;y,ied him into town mid then come away and left hi in. Tbe olher fellow ran and tried to catch up. but you km.w yourself a man on fK,t hasn't a 10 chance to overtake one o' them automobiles" . the I 'residential nominee was approaching. The dra malic, theatric effect rather appealed to him. II went to a place In Chicago and priced bombs. The dealer said they came In lots of a dozen. "All right." said Mr. Ade; "that's more than w need, but I'll take a dozen." When he got the thiugs home ho touched one off to make sure the- workeil all right. The day of the big meeting, when be learned that Mr. Tn ft was approaching down the road a qunrtei of a mile, the host had the remaining cleveu bomb set off. In a few minutes an-old soldier came hobbling Hi to the author. "Mr. Ade," he began, "I want to congratulate you on one ihlng. I never saw anything like your attention atten-tion to small details. There Isn't one man In a thousand thou-sand that knows, or that would top to think if h did know, that eleven guns is the proper salute for the Se .-rotary of War." "Oh, pshaw!" said Mr. .Ade. modestly; "I supposed everybody knew that." At present there is just one thing that at times makes Mr. Ade's life not worth living. It is that reporters re-porters still persist occasionally in publishing supposed sup-posed Interviews with him all done In tdaug, as If e'hlminle Fadden had Just come tM town "just blew Into your town this morning, and. say, this hotel Is 0 swell Joint." and all that. "I never u.-ed slang," says the author of "Fables Iu Slang," in a hurt tone, "cm ept w hen 1 was obliged to as a means of making a living." ( Also, Mr. Ade 1ms a secret he hopes to write Thu Great American Novel. ' |