The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1917-07-03

of the family, had been arres
saws the New York World.
the family since Daniel Boone founded
the first independent American com
munity. and John Calhoun Allen de-
cided that the record wouldn't be
broken now.
So he packed his grip, which had
never been further North than Win
chester. got into his Sunday pair Of
corduroy pants. gave his high boots
an extra lick Of tallow and then took
a train into the unknown world. Yes
terday he found his way unerringly
to the Federal building and asked
Marshal Mccarthy about his boy.
II got your letter, subj" he said
simply. But didn't think I'd answer
it. / Just thought I'd come. Where
is that boy OF miner"
Boy Brought From Cell.
The boy was in the Tombs. but the
marshal sent for him, and while he
waited sat down and talked with the
STRAIGHTFORWARD mountaineer. He had
a fap-brimmed black hat, a blue shirt
without a collar, and coat OF old
homespun that had been saved for
great occasions. Dignihed and proud
and sure OF himself was John Calhoun
Allen. Of Manchester, Clay county. |
KY, his level gray eyes showing no
fear OF God or man. his voice low and /
soft with the grace OF the dwellsr in |
the mountains.
The boy was arrested about three ]
weeks ago at one OF the Emma Gold
man meetings In Harlem. when 1t was
found that he was not registered and
refused to. He had been sent to the
Tombs until John C. Knox, the assist
ant district attorney, could write to
his father.
Thinks Head Il Wrong.
Boy" said his father. ''you CANT
be right in your haid. We don't raise
cattle who do things like this down
in Clay county. You amt right. son;
you amt right"
The boy skunk down inside OF him
self and mumbled that he didn't be-
lieve In war. In the days OF the
feud he had seen
men shot down in the courthouse
square at Manchester.
Son. you're wrong; you're sure all
wrong" said his father. Your people
were in the Revolution, in the war OF
1912. in the Mexican war. and we were
In the civil war, boy. and we amt
Eoin' to quit now. There's those two
dear brothers OF yours, they amt
twenty yet, and they're goin' to as
sumo their responsibilities. son. One
u them IL in the army and the others
yoin' to be, and II your country wants
you you're goin' to be, too
Can't Co Back on Country.
John Calhoun Allen lifted his
shoulders proudly and slapped his
land down on his sons back.
why, we love this country OF
,urs down where we live, boy" he
aid. 1--WE love II and the flag, and
never knew before what a big
md wonderful country IL Is. You
ant go back on II, son, you just
amt do IL. I came UP here all
lone when 1 heard you were in Jail.
md I fnd everybody Is trying to
ret you out of Jail, not keep you
n It. Do you realize what that
means, boy?
You go out and register. and
hen come back with me. Your
nanny will put you out on tho
orch and feed you milk and honey
nd eggs till you're feelin' so good
QUILL want to go over there and get
he Kaiser by the throat and choke
i'm TO death. And II you don't son.
( / decide you're right in your
aid and you don't do your duty.
II take you out in the square and
ill you with my own hands.
Not q Gutter In the County.
But / know you will, boy: I
now you will" the father went on.
You come Of good stock, boy; it's
II pure American, and they don't
make cutters in this country. Clay