Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1913-03-09

one thing we cant 90, Jennie, satG
BE We cant sice N with any of his
-ocialistic talk. What he wants &c
do is to give to the people of this
country for nothing what this Interna'
tional Power Company is planning to
sell them for ever What we want It.
monopoly I've been gambling every.
thing I've got on the certainty Of that
monopoly I'm in soak, in hook, up
to my eyes on the market. this min
ute. I'm margined 10 the fun extent
of ray credit The biggest men OF
America are back of me. I'll be rich
If this thing goes through-one of the
richest men in America. But I'd al
most rather lose IT all than 10 see you
side in with him. or listen for 1--WE min
utes to his rouen talk about the
rights of man. There are no rights
of man except what each man can take
for himself. AS for him. I'D kill him,
OF get him killed. If ! knew first how
he got that current through the re-
ceivers. Give ME that, and Ill let tho
rights of man wait while. Ill show
them a thing or two!
But Of course" he added. frowning
again in helpless perturbation. we've
got to get him in hand. Grace couldn't
do it."
No; on the contrary, / can--if
pay!"
Then pay!" he Asnarled suddenly,
his voice harsh, half choking. What's
the price-nothing worth mentioning.
| But it's got TO be paid, no matter what
it is We're caught, and we're
squeezed We've got to pay, no mat
ter what it is, Jennie!"
"Is it no matter to you, Mr. Rawn?"
How can it be? I'm almost crazy
tonight! Do it. that's all, and draw
on me to the limit"
ITO the limit. Mr. Rawn?'
ITO the limit He looked her
straight in the eye. and she met his
gaze fully. She shivered slightly
again, but her delicately clean-cut face
showed no further sign. Only she
shivered, and pulled her wrap a trifie
. closer about her shoulders.
/ Very WELL" she said. Il may have
. to draw on you-and myself. too"
It's all in the game, Jennie-we've
| got 10 play 1t together-we're two of
| the same sort-we'ye got to climb, to
| succeed. We run well together. One
must help the others hand"
| Yes. it's a game" she answered;
! and so rose, and left him without fur
| Their word.
John Rawn followed her up the stair,
| mumbling some sort of conjugal affec-
| ton, but she left him at the landing
and passed toward her own apart
ments down the hall, giving him hard
ly even a look of farewell. He fol-
| lowed her with his eyes, standing a
little time, his hand resting on the
Intel Of his own door.
Alone. Rawn seated himself in the
| Elizabethan armchair devised by his
| most favored decorator as fitting for
this Elizabethan room. A vast oak
! bed, heavily carved. with deep and
| heavy curtains, represented the deco
| rator's idea of what the Virgin Queen
preferred. The walls were deeply
| carved in wainscot and cornice A
| rude attempt was made at strength
and simplicity in this. the sanctum of
the master of Graystone Hall. Grant.
| ed the aid of a lively imagination, this
might have been the apartment OF
! some feudal lord of another day; as
the designer and architect had not
| failed delicately to suggest to Mr.
! Rawn.
1t is possible that in the time OF
Elizabeth. pier glasses with heavily
carved frames were not common in
the size affected by Mr.. Rawn in his
| private apartment. He stood before
the great glass now and gazed at what
he saw; a face haggard and lined
shoulders STOPPING a little forward
! body a little stopped. little heavy
little soft; the watch charm hanging
in free air--the figure of man no
longer athletic, if ever so.
Rawn stood engaged in his regular
nightly devotions-he made no pray.
ers of eventide beyond that to his mir.
ror. But now something he saw
caused him 10 fling himself into a seat
at a smaller glass, where the light
was better. He gazed into this also
intently. Something seemed strange
about his eyes, about his mouth. He
turned his face slightly sidewise and
studied the deep. triangular lines al
the corner of the chin. He saw a roll
of fat at the back of his neck, and OBJ
served a certain throatiness. a yolu
minousness of flesh below the chin
The latter stood out distinct, pushing
forward the rich mans chin. the old
mans chin. He lifted a finger and
touched the arteries on his temples
They were frmer TO the touch than
once they had been. He looked at the
veins on his hands. and realized that
they stood fuller than was once the
case. His nose. large, just trifle
bulbous. seemed to him TO have gained
somewhat in color in late years. He
looked at his eyes in eager question
ing. Yes, they belonged to him. But
for some reason they lacked brilliance
and fire. They were colder, less i'm
| pressive. less responsive;-the rich
mans eyes, the old mans eyes. He
looked at his hair. now almost white
at the temples. He hesitated for mo
/ ment. then picked up hand glass and
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