The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1914-02-19

sociaiistic talk. What he wants TO
do IS to give to the people OF this
country for nothing what this Interna-
tional Power Company is planning TO
sell them for ever. What we want is
monopoly! I've been gambling every
thing I've got on the certainty Of tha.
monopoly. I'm in soak, in hook. up
to my Eyes on the market, this min.
ute. I'm maTgined to the full extent
OF my credit. The biggest men %
America are back Of me. I'll be rich
If this thing goes throughout of the
richest men in America. But I'd al
most rather lose 1t all than TO see you
side in with him, or listen for five min.
utes to his rotten talk about the
rights of man. There are no rights
OF mar except what each man can take
for himself! As for him, I'd kill him,
or get him killed, If | knew first how
he got that current through the re,
ceivers, Give me that, and III let the
rights CT man wait a while. I'll show
them a thing or twoi
But Of course" he added, frowning
again in helpless perturbation, we've
got to get him in hand. Grace couldn't
do IT,"
No; on the contrary, / can-if |
pay!"
Then pay!" he snarled suddenly,
his voice harsh, half choking. What's
the price-nothing worth mentioning
But it's got to be paid, no matter what
1t is. We're caught, and we're
squeezed! We've got to pay, no mat,
ter what it is, 5ennie!"
rs it no matter to you, Mr.. Rawn?"
How can it be? Pm almost crazy
tonight! Do it. that's all, aud draw
on me to the limit"
ITO the limit, Mr.. Rawn?"
1 the limit" He looked her
straight in the eye. and she met his
gaze fully. She shivered slightly
again, but her delicately clean-cut face
showed no further sign. Only she
shivered, and pulled her wrap a trifle
closer about her shoulders.
Very WELL" she said. Il may have
to draw on you-and myself, too"
It's all in the game. Jennie--we've
got to play it together-we're two OF
the same sort-we've got to climb, 70
succeed. We run well together. One
must help the others hand"
Yes, it's a game" she answered:
and so rose. and left him without fur
Their word.
John Rawn followed her up the stair
mumbling some sort of conjugal affec
ton, but she left him at the landing
and passed toward her own apart
ments down the hall. giving him hard
ly even a look of farewell. He fol
lowed her. with his eyes. standing q
little time, his hand resting on the
Intel of his own door.
Alone. Rawn seated himself in the
E~lizabethan armchair devised by mis-
most favored decorator as fitting 70
this E~lizabethan room. A vast GAL
bed. heavily carved. with deep anc
heavy curtains. represented the deco
rator's idea of what the Virgin Queer
preferred The walls were deepl,
VOL 'St AZ "oiilStoh dHu COIulCc. y
rude attempt was made at streagtf
and simplicity in this, the sanctum O
the master OF Graystone Hall. Grant
ed the aid Of a lively imagination. this
might have been the apartment o
some feudal lord of another day; a.
the designer and architect had no
failed ~delicately to suggest to Mr.
Rawn.
1t ia possible that in the time O
Elizabeth pier glasses with heavil,
carved frames were not common II
the size affected by Mr.. Rawn in hi.
private apartment. He stood befor,
the great glass now and gazed at wha'
he saw: a face haggard and lined
shoulders STOPPING a little forward
body a little stopped, a little heavy
a little soft: the watch charm hangins
in free air-the figure of a man nc
longer athletic. IL ever so.
Rawn stood engaged In his regula,
nightly devotions-he made no pray
ers OF eventide beyond that to his mir
ror. But now something he saw
caused him to fling himself into a sea
at a smaller glass. where the lighr
was better. He gazed into this also
intently. Something seemed strang,
about his eyes, about his mouth. He
turned his face slightly. sidewise ant
studied the deep. triangular lines a
the corner OF the chin. He saw a roi
OF fat at the back OF his neck. and oh
served a certain throatiness. a volu
minousness OF flesh below the chin
The latter stood out distinct, pushin,
forward;-the rich mans chin. the OLE
mans chin. He lifted a finger an(
! touched the arteries on his temples
They were firmer to the touch thar
once they had been. He looked at the
veins on his hands. and realized tina
they stood fuller than was once the
case His nose. = large. just a trint
! a&.s2@sse2raad.ts ,k:S.a~-eaia..
somewhat IN color in late years. Hs
looked AZ his eyes in eager question
ing. Yes. they belonged to him, Blu
for some reason they lacked briiliancs
and fire. They were colder. less i'm
pressive, less responsive the ricl
mans eyes. the old mans eyes. HI
! hooked al his hair. nov almost whit,
at the temples. He hesitated for a mo
ment. then picked up a hand glass ant