The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-03-26
CHAPTER vi.
a prineeiy Generoelty.

A Prinesiy Gsnsroslty.
Mr.. Rawn went on with the pack.
He was in and out Of the market His
money grew. His ambition also grew
He felt coming now upon him another
change. He said to himself that he
was now about to pass UP. into yet A.
other era Of his development
One day. after his usual days rout
ine. he closed his once door. took
his car at the curb. dropped in at his
club, imbibed the two cocktails which
were now his etening won't. and again
emerging. nodded to his chauffeur In
the fashion which meant "Home!"
They passed on out again through the
floating crowd Of various and often
vulgar vehicles. north-bound-shriek-
ing aloud in \ vast united chorus, de-
manding speed. speed. and yet more
speed-along the throbbing arteries Of
the city's population. At last he
stopped once more at the front Of
Graystone hall "Forty-nve minutes.
Dennis" said he to his driver. snap
ping his watch. "Twenty-one miles;
you'll learn 1t after 4 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 done wonders. The walks
were solid and well kept. the green.
sward sound and hourishins. 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" 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 twitterins softly in the trees
about him He caught the breath Of
flowers. coming to him from the halls
within. Yes. 1t was an abode suited
for prominent citizen.
There came to meet him now the
quiet football which he had come to
expect. not always patiently or with
pleasure. ~ the natural end of his
days labors: his wife. Laura, had
never forgotten this daily greeting Of
the old-fashioned wife to her husband,
rs the latter returned at the close of
his days labor
He stopped ~ he heard her SLOW
tread upon the stair. She was CON-
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. an old-fashioned
wife!
1t was an emergency this evening.
He was accustomed to meet emergen.
cies He had come tonight PREPARED
to meet this one.
Laura" said he, after the servants
had drawn the curtains and left them
alone in the central room, whittier
xAsy had repaired after dinner; sit
Sn here. l want to talk to you a
4le."
les, John," said she quietly. But
she looked at him startled. Her face
grew suddenly grave. Be sure the
brute advancing to the poll-ax knows
its fate. That was the look in Laura
Rawn's face now. Yes, John" she
said. knowing what blow was to be
hers.
He motfoned her to \ seat beyond
the little table and seated himself op-
posite. Reaching into 4 bulsing pock-
ct, he brought out . thick bundle Of
folded papers: long, narrow papers,
most Of them green. others brown. or
pale pink. He pushed this bundle
across the table. 30 that his wife must
see 1t. She reached out a hand. but
did not look at it
What is 1t. John?" she said Her
hand tarried, her face went still more
weary and gray. became even Of an
ashier pallor than was Its wont.
ITS a trifle. Laura" said John