The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1913-02-08

IL this thing goes throughout of the
richest men In America. But I'd al
most rather lose it all than to see you
side In with him, or listen for five min
ltes to his rotten talk about the
rights of man There are no rights
Of man except what each man can take
Tor himself! AS for him, I'd kill him,
or get him killed, II / knew first how
he got that current through the re-
ceivers. Give me that, and I'll let the
rights OF man wait q while. I'll show
them a thing or two!
But of course" he added, 7rowning
again In helpless perturbation, we've
got to get him in hand. Grace couldn't
do It,"
mo; on the contrary. / can-if 1
pay!"
Then payl" he snarled suddenly,
his voice harsh, half choking. What's
The price-nothing worth mentioning.
But It's got to be paid, no matter what
|lt is. We're caught, and we're
squeezed! We've got to pay, no mat
ter what 1t is, Jennie!"
is 1t no matter to you, Mr., Rawn?"
How can 1t be? I'm almost crazy
.o-nightl Do 1t, that's all, and draw
On me to the limit"
"To 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 trifle
closer about her shoulders.
Very WELL" she said. 81 may have
to draw on you-and myself, too"
ITS all in the game, Jennie-we've
got to play 1t together-we're two of
the same sort-we've 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 ever 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 oil
some feudal lord of another day; as
the designer and architect had not
failed delicately to suggest to Mr..
Rawn.
II 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, a little heavy,
a little soft; the watch charm hanging
In free air-the figure of a man no
longer athletic, II 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 to 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 at.
the corner of the chin. He saw a roll
of fat at the back of his neck, and OBJ
served q certain throatiness, a volu-
m~inousness 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
0uNhSa NV Oh HIS LGllDltS.
They were flrmer 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 a trife
Dubious, 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 a mo-
ment, then picked up a hand glass and
deliberately turned his back to the
mirror. Yes, 1t was there, q shiny
spot Of naked epidermis. He knew
that. but always he Stunned the
knowledge and the proof. For many
years his thick name of wiry hair had
been his pride.
John Rawn turned and put the hand
mirror on the dresser top again. He
looked full into the glass at hts image
once more. His pendulous lower lin