Bisbee daily review., 1913-02-11
CHAPTER Hi.
The New Mr. RaMa.

ItNWaS wholly different John kawu 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 it He was wholly new. distinct and diff. ferent man. He had not as yet ever worked at a desk blessed with a TOW of push buttons. and was ignorant as yet, and very naturally, in regard to the particular function of each O. 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 1t chanced, was the one ar. ranged to call to him his personal stehogra pher.fii miles Af faaesifEe is : The door opened silently. John Rawn looked up and saw standing be for him 9 young woman whom he had never seen before. 4.I beg pardon Msdam.~ said he, half rising. q didn't know you were there. How did -is there anything can do for your? : T am the stenographer assigned for your work, Sir Rawn, until you shall have concluded your own ar rangements in the office" answered the young woman.
 She was almost tall certainly and wholly shzpely; 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-an were of good modelling. Her hair, piled up in rather high Grecian coif7ure 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 aud her family, had attained a good education, ended by three years in young ladies' finishing school in the east
 q was just about to say" be went on. "that I intended to have the boy get my car ready. Would you tell him 10 have it at the door in fifteen min ntes? Then come back. There are one or two little letters.7
 A few moments later the young woman was seated at 8 small table near the end of the desk Without any nervousness she awaited his pleas ure.
 Mir. 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. Mics of cars carried hun drcds oF men .c r.---g CT mansions. fn less thar an E-G- hem .gEU to home. John Ran ai55 r,lied ID at the en, trance tc his home Spsed limits are rot for such as Afr Ragn.
 This iezi7rnCe, yet another of these pretentious mansions, top-heayy Gp it's inadequate delimitatiOns. and done by one of the most ingenious archf tects to be found for money, was az new. as hideous, as barbaroHs as any that could be found in all that long assemblage of varied proofs of archi tectural alterations It was as new as Mir. 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.
 Rawn's dignity was such that be scarcely saw the man who took his coat and hat. and who received no greeting from his master. Laura Rawn needed to speak to him the second time.
 well" said he. turning and signing, @how's everything"
 ''yery well. John"
 "SSot so bad, eh?" He jerked a thumb to indicate the lake.
 'Trs grandi" said his wife, yet with no vast enthusiasm in her tone.
 q should say it is grand! Anyhow, there's nothing grander around Chi cago. There's not very much here in the way of scenery. Of course. in New York"
 ~oh, don't let us talk of New York. John"
 T don't see how could stand any thing bigger or grander than this"
 It could not have been called a wholly happy family gathering. this at Graystone Hall. Indeed. 1t lacked perhaps three generations. possibly three aeons, of being happy.
 With little more speech after the evening meal than they had had be- fore, an hour, perhaps, was passed in the room which the architect called the library. M-s Pawn called the par Tor. and Mir. Sswn called the gold room Then Laura Rawns as was her wont, passed silently upstairs to her