Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-11-14
CHAPTER VII.
A Princely Generosity.

A Princely Generosity.
Mr.. Rawn went on with the pack.
He was in and out of the market. His
money grew. His ambition also grew
He felt coming now upon him another
change. He said to himself that he
was now about to pass up, into yet an
other era of his development.
One day, after his usual days rout-
fne, he closed his Office door, took
his car at the curb, dropped in at his
club, moibed the two cocktails which
were now his evening wont, and again
emerging, nodded to his chauffeur in
the fashion which meant "Home!"
They passed on out again through the
floating crowd CT various and often
vulgar vehicles, north bound-shriek-
ing aloud in vast united chorus, de-
manding speed, speed, and yet more
specializing the throbbing arteries Of
the city's population. At last he
stopped once more at the front of
Graystone hall "Forty-fve minutes,
Dennis said he to his driver. snap
ping his watch. "Twenty-one miles;
you'll learn it after WHILE"
Mr. Rawn was in exceptional good
humor He was at peace with the
world and with his conscience. He
looked about him now calmly, with
appreciation in his gaze. His garden
ers had done wonders. The walks
were solid and we'll kept, the green
sward sound and fourishing. These
late stubbed and desolate trees were
FF-I-
crocus borders were unbroken, the
formal monochrome beds, here and
there upon the lawn, showed clean-cut
and distinct. The tall pillars of his
motiey house even had a green veil
ing Of ivy, swiftly grown by art, and
not BY time. On terrace a bed of
foil plant, thirty feet long, grew
In the shape of word-a magic word
-"RaNn" If any passer-by wished
Snow5cdge as to the creator of all
khis, he might read as he ran
f'Rawn."
Rawn passed up the steps and
COOKED out through the long hallway
Erom the rear of the house, or rather
ITS real front, which lay upon the lake
curl OF the distant steamers smoke
against the horizon. He stopped for
moment, drinking in the scene, of
which he never tired There were
fDErds twittering softly in the trees
about him He caught the breath of
flowers, coming to him from the halls
within. Yes, it was an abode suited
Tor prominent citizen
There came to meet him now the
quiet football which he had come to
expect, not always patiently or with
pleasure, as, the natural end of his
days labors; his wife, Laura, had
never forgotten this daily greeting of
THE old fashioned wife to her husband
as the latter returned at the close of
his days labor
He stopped as he heard her slow
trecd upon the stair. She was COM
tnr to meet him. She always did He,
Jo:sn Rawn. controller of men, a man
born 10 succeed and going yet higher,
had only, after al. an old-fashioned
wife!
Ii was an emergency this evening.
He was accustomed to meet emergen-
cies. He had come tonis ht prepared
to meet this one.
Laura" said he, after the servants
had drawn the curtains and left them
alone in the central room, whittier
they had repaired after dinner; sit
down here, want to talk to you
while"
Yes, John," said she quietly But
she looked at him startled Her face
grew suddenly grave Be sure the
brute advancing to the poll-ax knows
ats fate. That was the look in Laura
Rawn's face now. Eyes. john" she
said, knowing what blow was to be
hers
He motioned her to a seat beyond
che little table and seated himself op-
posite. Reaching into bullying peck
ct he brought out a thick bundle of
folded papers; long, narrow papers,
most OF them green. others brown, or
pale pink. He pushed this bundle
across the table, so that his wife must
see It. She reached out hand. but
did not look at it.
What is 1t, John?" she said. Her
nand tarried. her face went still more
weary and gray. became even of an
Usher pallor than was its wont.
ITS trifie. Laura" said John