Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1913-10-25
CHAPTER III.
The New Mr.. Rawn.


II was a wholly different John Rawn
who, at forty-eight, found himself
seated at the vast and shining desk
! of the president OF the International
| Power Company, in the city Of Chi
cago The past was so far behind
| him that he could not with the utmost
striving reconstruct the picture of 1t.
He was a wholly new. distinct and diff
ferent man. He had not as yet ever
worked at desk blessed with a row
of push buttons. and was ignorant as
yet. and very naturally. in regard to
the particular function of each of
these several buttons whose mother
of pearl faces now confronted him
| Resolving to take them seriatim, he
pushed the one farthest to the right;
which. as it CHANGED. was the one ar
ranged to call to him his personal
stenographer.
The door opened silently John
Rawn looked up and saw standing be-
for him young woman whom he had
never seen before. Il beg pardon.
Madam" said he, half rising II
didn't know you were there. How did
is there anything can do for you?"
Il am the stenographer assigned
for your work, Mr. Rawn. until you
shall have concluded your own ar.
rangements in the Office" answered
the young woman.
She was almost tall, certainly and
wholly shapely; young. but fully and
adequately feminine; womanly indeed
IN every well curved line. Her hands
and feet, her arms-the latter now
disclosed by half sleeves-all were OF
good modelling. Her hair, piled up In
rather high Grecian couture and con
fined by a bandeau OF gold brocaded
ribbon was 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
young ladies' finishing school In the
east
Il was just about to say" he went
on, that | intended to have the boy
get my car ready Would you tell him
to have It at the door in fifteen min
utes? Then come back. There are
one or two little letters.
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.
Mr. 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 it's path through the
crowded traffic of the side streets. the
car 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-
trance to his home. Speed limits are
not for such as Mr. Rawn.
This residence, yet another OF these
pretentiOus mansions. topheavy on
its inadequate delimitatiors. and done
by one of the most ingenious archi.
tects to be found for money. was as
new. as hideOus, as barbarous rs 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 crocus rows in the borders still
showed gaps, Large trees. transplant
ed bodily, still were sick at heart In
their new surroundings.