The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1913-01-20

in every well curved line. Her hands
and feet, her arms-the latter now
disclosed by half sleeyes-ail were of
good modelling. Her nair, piled up in
rather high Grecian couture and con
fined by a bandeaI Of gold-brocaded
ribbon, vas perhaps just in the least
startling.
Virginia Delaware, Mr.. Rawn's per.
sonal ~stenographer, was born the
daughter of a st. Louis baker. She
had, however, passed through that
epoch OF her development and by
some means best known to herself
and her family, had attained a good
Education, ended by three years in a
young ladies' finishing school In the
east.
Il was just about to say" he went
on, that I intended to have the boy
get my car ready. Would you tell him
to have 1t at the door In fifteen min
lutes? Then come back. There are
one or two little letters"
A few moments later the young
woman was seated at a small table
near the end of the desk. Without
any nervousness she awaited his pleas
ure.
MI. Rawn's long and shiny car was
waiting for him when he stepped with
stately dignity down the broad stair
OF the National Union Club.
Threading its path through the
crowded traffic of the side streets, the
a presently turned up the long
northbound artery of the great west
ern city. Miles of cars carried hun
dreds of men to miles OF mansions. In
less than an hour, from town to home,
John Rawn also pulled up at the en-
not for such as Mr.. Rawn.
This residence, yet another of these
pretentious mansions, top-heavy on
its inadequate delimitatlors, and done
by n of the most ingenious archi-
tects to be found for money, was as
new, as hideous, as barbarous as any
that could be found in all that long
assemblage OF varied proofs of archi-
tectural alterations. 1t was as new
as Mr.. Rawn himself. The brick
walks were hardly yet firmly settled,
the shrubs were not yet sure of root,
the roc rows In the borders still
showed gaps. Large trees, transplant
ed bodily, still were sick at heart in
their new surroundings.
Rawn's dignity was such that he
scarcely saw the man who took his
coat and hat, and who received no
greeting from his master. Laura Rawn
needed to speak to him the second
time.
We'll" said he, turning and signing,
"how's everything?"
Very well. John"
Not so bad, eh?" He jerked a
thumb to indicate the lake.
TITS grand!" said his wife, yet with
no vast enthusiasm in her tone.
II should say ii is grandl Anyhow,
there's nothing grander around Chi
cago. There's not very much here In
the way of scenery. OF course, in
New York"
"Oh, don't let us talk of New York,
John"
g" don't see how I could stand any
thing bigger or grander than this"
II could not have been called q
wholly happy family gathering. this at
Graystone Hall. Indeed, 1t lacked
perhaps three generations, possibly
three aeons, of being happy.
With little more speech after the
evening meal than they had had be-
fore, an hour, perhaps, was passed
in the roc which the architect called
the library, Mrs. Rawn called the par
Tor, and Mr.. Rawn called the gold
room. Then Laura Rawn, as was her
wont, passed silently upstairs to her
own apartments-or her bedroom. as
she called it-widely removed, In the
architects plans, from those of her
husband. One room, one couch, had
served for both in Kelly Row.
.
In appearance Virginia Delaware
might have won approval from a clos
er critic than John Rawn. Her face
really was almost classical In it's
ihSo, hCA poioS anu ulSulNy uoW ulkut
have been that Of some young, clean
limbed wood-goddess of old. She al
ways seemed unfit for humdrum du-
ties.
we have some letters this morn
ing, Miss Delaware" began Rawn.
you couldn't quite take care Of them
all, eh?"
we handled all we could, Mr..
Rawn. / have referred a large mum
Der to proper department heads, and
answered quite a number. 1t seemed
better to refer these for your own ac-
tion."
business growing, eh?" said Rawn,
turning around to his desk. The girls
reply was just properly enthusiastic
for the business.
It's wonderful the mail we get.
Inquiries come from all over the coun-
try. Yes, indeed, 1t seems to grow"
II was about to say, Miss Della
ware" Rawn answered, that / am,
as you know, q very busy man."
"Yes, sir" she said, evenly and Inn
personally.