Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-02-06

great central room OF GraystcnID ia,
with these black and frowning me.
sengers of fate in his hands, scare
daring to look at them. He felt som'
sense Of definite disaster at hand. He
glanced at last at one, and started as
though struck Calling a servant. he
sent word to Mrs. Rawn inQuiring II
he might meet her at once
She joined him presently, smiling
family. giving him her hand. then
leading him to breakfast table on
the long gallery facing the lake front.
favorite spot with her. She gave
the butler orders to serve them break
fast here at once; for she now learned
Halsey had neither slept nor eaten.
Halsey did not learn that the same
also was true of her.
They seated themselves and for the
time said nothing, each gazing out
over the lake. The morning was calm
and beautiful. The blue lake. just
dotted with little whitecap rolling
waves, seemed in amiable mood, and
purred gently along the sea-wall. be-
low the green and curving terrace
which ran down from the gallery
front A bird chirped here and there.
Little enough the peaceful scene re-
f1ected the feelings of these, its only
human figures. Virginia Rawn was
pale. Dark rings showed below her
eyes. Her mouth dropped just a trifie.
plaintively. in way not usual with
her. She was pale, paler than her
usual clean and clear ivory. Yet she
was coolly beautiful in her morning
gown of light figured lawn, with its
wide, flowing sleeves, showing her
round white arms. Halsey, frowning-
~ serious, felt the charm Of her rise
about him, overwhelm him. He knew
that the hour had come for him in
more ways than one; that hers. for
ever, was the one face and figure and
voice and presence for him, hopeless
and unhappy, and doomed for ever so
to remain. She was not his wife. She
was the wife Of another man-of his
enemy; the man in all the world least
like himself; the man who. by virtue
of that unlikeness, had won this wom-
an for his own. What hope for him,
Charles Halsey, for whom was no
place in the world?
Without much comment he placed
before her the morning papers. with
their glaring headlines.
Well" said he, 'it is the end"
"Yes?" said she, smiling; Il sup
pose now we can learn all about our
earlier life and career?"
Quite So Here is the entire his
tory of Mr.. Rawn's career-what he
did when he was young man, where
he came from, how he rose to power
how he failed and fell--it's all here.
Here's the story of the international
Power company-they claim it was in
companies of the eight leading cities
Of the country! Bond Issue one to
eight billion dollars, capitalization one
to two hundred billion in stocks-you
can take your choice in crazed figures
Here are biographical histories of all
the known and unknown stockholders.
Here, Mrs Rawn, is a picture of your
self, as well as one of Mr.. Rawn and
one more Of the house here-a new
view, think. The photographer must
have made fashlight of the grounds. Z
She smiled as he tried to jest, fol-
lowing his pointing finger along the
blurred, brutal headlines, shrieking
their discordant, impossible and incon-
sistent tales The first paper, the
Forum, declared the ruin of John
Rawn's fortune to be new beyond all
hope Of repair. Rawn himself really
at that time often in a helpless stupor
in New York hotel room-was re-
ported to have fed the country. Hal
sey, his son-in-law, and Halsey's wife.
who really had only denied them
selves to visitors and reporters
declared to be in hiding in some Sc
cret apartments of the great castle on
the North shore. place actually but
little known to any member of the Sc
lect North side society in which Rawn
had been, more or less on sufferance,
received. Rawn's wife was also To-
Gated here, in condition verging on
insanity, according to the Imagination
IF the writer's, which, after all, was
Yatefully near to the truth.