The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1913-12-11
CHAPTER VII.
a PrlnceIy Generosity.

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Mr.. Rawn went on with the pack.
file was in ant out of the market. His
money grew. His ambition also grew
Tile felt coming now upon him another
rchange. He said to himself that he
twas now about to pass up, into yet an
other era of his development.
One day, after his usual days rout-
bne, he closed his office door, took
his car at the curb. dropped in at his
jclub, imbibed the two cocktails which
ywere now his evening wont, and again
'emerging, nodded to his chauffeur In
the fashion which meant "Homei"
fThey passed on out again through the
!noatingf crowd OF various and often
vulgar vehicles, Observation-Disclosures
Hng aloud in a vast united chorus, de.
manding speed. speed, and yet more
specializing the t%hrobbing arteries of
h city's population. At last he
stopped once more at the front of
Graystone hall "Forty-five minutes.
Dennis" said he to his driver, snap
ping his watch. ~"Twenty-one miles;
you'll learn it after a 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 lone wonders. The walks
were solid and well kept. the green.
sward sound and fourishing. These
late studded and desolate trees were
now wide, green and branching. The
rocus borders were unbroken, the
formal monochrome beds, here and
there upon the lawn, showed clean-cut
and distinct. The tall pillars of his
1lmotley house even had a green veil
ling of ivy, swiftly grown by art, and
mot by time. On a terrace a bed of
foliage plant, thirty feet long, grew
in the shape OF a word-a magic word
r-"Rawn" II any passer-by wished
knowledge as to the creator OF all
this, he might read as he ran
'Rawn."
! Rawn passed up the steps and
looked out through the long hallway
from the rear of the house, or rather
Its real front. which lay upon the lake
shore. Beyond, he could see the faint
curl OF the distant steamers smoke
against the horizon. He stopped for a
|, moment. drinking in the scene. of
which he never tired. There were
birds twittering softly in the trees
about him He caught the breath of
Mowers. coming to him from the halls
within. Yes, 1t was an abode suited
flor a prominent citizen.
There came to meet him now the
squiet 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
rhe old-fashioned wife to her husband.
las the latter returned at the close OF
mis- days labor.
He stopped as he heard her SLOW
tread upon the stair. She was COM
Ing to meet him. She always did. He.
John Rawn. controller of men, a man
born to succeed and going yet higher,
had only, after all. In old-fashioned
Iwifel
II was IN emergency this evening.
He was accustomed to meet emergen-
Giles He had come tonight prepared
ITO meet this one. q
laura" said he, after the servants
mad drawn the curtains and left them
alone In the central room, whittier
sthey had repaired after dinner: "sit
down here. ! want to talk to you a
while"
Yes, john" said she quietly. But
she looked at him startled Her facs
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. Yes. John" she
said, knowing what blow was to be
hers.
He motioned her to q seat beyond
the little table and seated himself op-
iiposite. Reaching into q bullying peck
let. be brought out q thick bundle OF,
folded papers: long. narrow papers.
jx7re< az them green. others brown. or
paIe pink. He pushed this bundle
across the table. 10 that his wife must
See Sit. She reached out q hand, but
Ibid moi look at n.
what IL II. john" she said. Her
hand tarried. her face went stiil more
1xoas Nlnd Srxyss- becaL0s sseu Ut an
pailor than was it, won't.
ITS q tribe. Laura" said John