Bisbee daily review., 1913-02-14

blackened or roughened them. the typewriter keys had not yet fiattened I them. He stepped back, looked at | her from head to foot. appraising all ] her graces, valuing her height and ! roundness of figure. There was small l light in his eye other than that of | judicial approval She bore out his theory-
 You surprise mel" was all he said. f.
 How do you mean, MT. Rawn ?-But you must go, you really must!"
 There came a knock at the door. Rawn's negative gesture was positive. After a moments hesitation the girl stepped to the door and spoke to the maid. You may return again in a little while. maid" she said. I'm not quite ready now" In turn she stood with her back against the door, her own color rising.
 "Oh, don't be uneasy" said John ~Rawn smiling. "This is quite consid- erable of a hotel. taking it as it is. There won't be any scandal over this"
 T don't think I understand you"
 I'm going in just five minutes. But want to say something to you in the way of a business proposition, Miss Delaware"
 I'm sure I don't know what you mean" Her head was high, her color still rising.
 Nothing in the least wrong, my dear girl" said John Rawn- Its sim ply a matter of business, as I said You're here as my assistant. of course. But did it ever occur to you that as l you stand there now. and as l stand i here, we might pass in that crowd be. | low there and not be known by any | ona?"
 She stood looking at him, her color | high, undecided as to his meaning | even now as he went on.
 ''It would be rather a pleasant eXpe- 1 rience, perhaps, for you-as it would be for me-just to ningle with that | riddy throng-say. for dinner. Would yor like to be part of it? It's just a foolish thought that came to me" She turned to him, her eyes bright her face eager. Gould we. Mir Rawn 2'' 1 she said. I'm crazy over it!"
 q sec" he commented dryIy. You 1 were dressing to go down to dinner?'
 "No, no. couldn't afford to do that i of course. I couldn't go alone, and had no company. I wasn't going down at all. I just dressed up-to- to-H
 Just to look at yourself in the mir TOT. isn't that it, Miss Delaware?'
 "Yes. it's the truthlP She turned to him calmly at last, swell in hand 1 again q couldn't be one of them couldn't be like those people down be laow SO I did the best could up here IT dFessed' as. much like them as knew how. III imagined! dreamed, Mr. Rawn- I've never knowI real evening of that sort in all my life-but it's in my blood I want tc go, I want to dine, and drink, and dance-Tm mad about it, I know, but it's the truth l want what I cant have. I want to be what I'm not. | don't know what's the reason. It's ir the air-maybe it's in the day, in the countryi"
 'Yes, it's in the country" said John Rawn. We're all going a swift pace men and women both. I don't blame you. l understand you. Now know what you want"
 You want just about what want .
 "But Mir Rawn-"
 "Ips the same thing-it's power that you want, just a= l do. feel it in the air when come near you. You feel the same way when you come near mel"
 She nodded rapidly, her eyes mar rowing. "Yes, it's trUe!" she said That's true"
 You want to have it within your ability to influence men, just as I do don't you, Miss Delaware? That's what was in your soul when you 1 stood before your mirror when I came in, wasn't It, Miss Delaware? You 1 want to win, to succeed, to triumph, don't you. Miss Delaware-you've got ambition? Wasn't that your dream isn't that what you were imagining 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 i; you'll learn it after while"
 Mir. Rawn was in exceptional good humor He was at peace with the world and with his conscience. He looked about him now calmly. with lapprobation in his gaze. His garden CTS had done wonders. The walks were solid and well kept. the green sward sound and fiouT1shing These late stubbed and desolate trees were now wide, green and branching. The crocus borders were unbroken, the formal monochrome beds, here and there upon the lawn, showed clean-cut and distinct The tall pillars of his motley house even had a green veil ing of ivy, swiftly grown by art, and not by time. On terrace a bed of foliage plant, thirty feet long, grew in the shape of word-a magic word -"Rawn.." If any passer-by wished knowledge as to the creator of all this, he might read as he ran 'aRawn."