The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-06-02
What has happened before,

This is story dealing with Bir- mingham's future.
 At IA years old. Robert Landon be- gins hls awakening to yonng man. hood by Joining the Boy Scouts. The son of poor woman. he leads any thing but an enYiabIe existence, hut citizenship and what 1t means has begun to stir i'm his souit. One day seeing corner stone being laid and hearing the attendant euiogy to citizen, Bob vows he will he a great man.
 X red-hnired girl hears him, and much to Bob's embarrassment, speaks up and encourages the idea. He loses her after boyish promise that he will make god Just for her sake. An automobile drives up and whfsiSs her away. He does not even learn her nnme.
 Hob decides to become m architect. and gets n tob with the best nnd most successful firm in Birmingham. and Is persuaded to become real estate man. He concetvcs an Idea that he wishes to build series of gigantic electrical figures above the city which will be magnificent to look upon from the top of Red mountain. TsyInlsiinG lights. he fecis. arc not enough. He hopes to see only castles. municipal building, houses of God, vnst auditorinms, public and stat. buildings go up along Red Mountains crest-aii of them to he of marble. Their spires and turrets and artistic beauty. he feels. would forever be m , inspiration when Birmingham citf- xens lifted their eyes to look upon them. He maps out figures typical of the old south and builds his towns in colonial style.
 One day, coming down the street, he sees the red-haired girl again hut again she suddenly escapes him. In seeking her, he accidentally learns to know Annette Kingston, young society girl. who is very much nt- tracfed to him, md who asks him to call, which he decides he wifi not do. Mary witnesses the meeting, :sat does not recognize Bob. She is being pressed to marry Bob McAIiister.
 CHAPTER VII
 In the meanwhile Bob turned to a regular orgy of building.
 His quick mind. always so alert. seemed to have gathered new impetus : from his disappointment at not find ing the redheaded girl.
 Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts-my life Is full of themi l know exactly how a fellow in the desert feels, when reaching, crying out for water and food, his eyes fall upon a mirage which fades out, in little while. to Just burning stretches of sand"
 Suddenly the conception came to him that he would make his mind produce on paper the picture of the house Il had flashed before him since childhood.
 Began to Draw
 He reached for his drawing appa. ratus, and with his whole heart in the work, outlined before himself the foundation. the walls. the surround ings of his ghost castle.
 Strange how he could not let the thing aloneI
 By George, she's a bird, but to build her--and finish her as she should be-would take mlnt or ! money l wonder where that old gate is."
 Something like memory seemed 10 stir his mind as his fingers fumbIed across the sheet to find just where the gate used 10 be.
 T went--i went Let's sec"
 But had he gone through any such gate?
 Then he thought.
 I'm getting good. I know I never saw any such house as this in my Nhtie@ i+its AA1lG iHt SutIl d Dullu- ing in the whole of Birmingham and have never been anywhere else. Likewise never saw any picture like that-and yet l could swear l had been through that gate,"
 Guess the occulists would say that 1 was remembering something fl om past life. If so I must have lived in the cellar of the house, be- cause the blame thing never was finished. I could swear 10 that"
 To Complete It
 However. the more Bob studied hls drawing, the more his mind took up the artists task of completing the dwelling. And as 1t was late in the afternoon. he decided he would take the drawing home and work on 1t that night.
 After dinner was over, he drew the red shaded lamp a trifle closer, and. with his big board In his lap, sat out to make the house as per feet a thing as Its foundation would exact The only change he would rake would be to turn it from its castie-like appearance into man sion of colonial grandeur.
 Come here, mother" he called whimsica1ly, take a look at this. Do you remember one time, when 1 was a little boy, told you that I was always seeing a picture of a ghost house? Well that's it."s
 His mother stepped behind his chair, to look over his shoulder, but if Bob had turned quickly. he would have seen that she had shut her eyes very tightly, and that her body was trembling.
 Tt certainly Is a grand drawing" she remarked, and Bob afterwards remembered her tone was nervous. Tt looks like theatre or some thing"
 NO" explained Bob, Tit couldn't be a theatre. You see, acoustic properties would be lacking" and he lapsed into treatise on the sub ject of different kinds of buildings.
 An Attack
 He was not paying attention to his mother. until suddenly he heard a low moan, and turned to find her with her hands over her heart, sway ing with the over emotionalism of an ignorant woman.
 Bob was on his feet i an instant. and supporting her to a chair.
 Why. mother!" he exclaimed, whats the matter?'
 "Oh, it's just my heart" she walled. I've got so I ain't feeling well no more. Give me some water"
 As Bob vanished to the rear of the house the woman's head dropped upon her arm, and Bob would have been completely astonished if he could have heard her murmur
 70, Lord, can't"
 Rushing back with the water, Bob picked up his mother as if she had been a child. took her and laid her upon the bed
 There being no opportunity to finish the drawing of the ghost house that night, 1t was not until 1nt off