Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-05-07

on the cover of his roll
topped desk and pressed
gently. To see the corrugated ma
hogany ripple down from some mys-
terious hiding place never failed to
give him pleasure. He liked his desk,
he liked his mahogany filing cabinet
with its secret springs and catches
and concealed compartments. The
week before he had sent clear to
Copenhagen for a typewriter stand
in which the machine sank, like the
woman in the magician's trick. into
some mysterious well of mahogany from
less one knew that a leather tack.
third from the left on the corner.
had to be pushed.
According to gossip, Golden Dick
Reilly had spent $4,000 on his Office.
What Of it? He owned the nineteen
story building in which his office was
housed, goodly block of stock in
the Northern Lumbermens Bank,
chastely ensconced in marble walled
splendor on the main floor: he owned
a Duluth city addition, "a line of
cargo .barges that piled to Chicago
and Buffalo-and a million dollars
worth of copper up on the range.
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GOLDEN DICK REILLY wasn't an
" office man. as his hands and his
skin and his shoulders bore witness.
and it pleased him to beguile his inn
prisonment with all the devices COM
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logue house. His great wealth had
tricked and caught him like fox in
a trap. All he could do now was
make his chains as little irksome as
possible.
The clock on his desk. which told
everything but fortunes, indicated 1t
was December l, cloudy with rising
barometer. 20 Fahrenheit and 3
o'clock From the lake beneath his
windows thin wraiths of steam
twisted waveringly upward. Superior
was cooling off. Dick Reilly drew on
his sable-lined overcoat of hunters
green broadcloth, crushed down his
fur cap and rang for the elevator.
The bank was closed. but an usher
hurried to unbolt the heavy IRON
ribbed door.
Darlington in?" he doomed.
The. boy pointed to the presidents
Office. The Office of Preston Caring
ton was not like his. Seems kinda
gloomy" Reilly had once protested.
But. then. the Carringtons came from
: boston, where Preston Carrington's
father used the same desk that had
belonged to Abijah Darlington in the
days not long after the revolution.
Preston Darlington looked up and
smiled. The hard gray of his eyes
softened and the lines around his
mouth relaxed. Representing worlds
SO dissimilar that communication
seemed fairly impossible, the two
men liked each other. Dick Reilly
was to him neither uncultured nor
absurd. Something of the intrepid
romance of the mans past persisted
,even In his check-suited, diamond
ringed present In his eyes burned
the spirit Of the pioneer. and his face
bore the scars of a thousand hard
ships endured with gay heart.
Golden Dick Reilly was to Preston
Darlington something more than a
queer bird about whom he talked
when each year he went home to Bos-
ton. Golden Dick Reilly was per-
son magnificent, ridiculous and just a
! little pathetic.
"Glory's givin' blowout tonight"
Dick Reilly was saying. land she'll
be expectin' you and the missus." He
could never suspect the pleading that
burned in his eyes.
Darlington shifted uneasily. He
knew very well that Mrs. Darlington.
also from Beacon Hill. Boston. did
not share her husbands enthusiasm.
homesick that she found this new
,land unlovely and the men 1t bore
uncouth. Perhaps she did not intend
ITO be ungracious and unkind, but
there was no doubt about it-Mrs.
Harrington did not At.
Darlington hedsed. We've a
guest" he began. friend of young
Pres at Harvard. He's been sent out
here by the Atlantic-Pacific Mining
people. Clever chap" He realized he
wasn't making much Roadway. Mrs.
Darlington begrtdges every minute
he's not talking to her about the boys
and Harvard and Boston"
That's easy" Reilly combated.
Bring him along. Can't be too
many for Glory" A glow of paternal
pride mounted slowly on his weather
stained checks. My Glory's a knock
out. If do say 1t as shouldn't. Amt
she, now. Carrington--ain't she?"
Preston Darlington looked away. a
little embarrassed by the passion OF
the mans appeal. "She is" he said.
ICLORIA REILLY was magnificent
young person. as likable and as
genuine as her father. And as ridicu-
'lous! Gloria Reilly bore the title Of
the Copper Princess, and 1t belonged.
She was the richest girl and the most
beautiful In the whole of Minnesota.
perhaps in the whole world; and her
father loved her even as he feared
his two older daughters. who were
conventional and quick-witted and
successful. Single-handed they had
fought their way into what they con-
sidered the right set. married
ishrewdly and departed, we'll endowed
and at once, from the mansion of
their father. The relief at their go
ing was mutual. But Gloria never
got exasperated with him or made
fun Of him or tried to improve him or
his house or his grammar.
''Glory's different" he confided once
to Darlington. "cally and Mart was