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CHAPTER II-Continued

From the hour Paul opened his eyes
TO the light Of life he had in him the
soul of an Indian. After hundred
and thirty five years the blood of the
lovely Molly Brant mad come into Its
OWN. One would not have guessed II
from the boys physical appearance,
Tor he was light rather thai dark,
with blue eyes and blond hair. But
the modern Molly, who lived In a
palace, with a Croesus for husband,
saw what was happening as the years
passed by. Her boy grew lean OF face
and figure. His cheek bones were a
little high. His love for the outdoors
became passion. She made 1t pos
sible for him to spend his vacations
In the woods, and each -ime he re-
turned she knew that something had
been taken away from him and little
more of the other thing put In its
place. The servants thought he was
queer, md loved his quiet and stoical
kindness. which was many years
older than his age Most boys would
have lived up to the princely grandeur
Of his environment. To Paul 1t meant
less than tree with birds singing
In its branches.
In his thirteenth year came three
events of vital Importance in the
shaping Of his future. First his moth
err died. No one would ever know the
terrible, unheaing wound 1t cut in
Paul's heart. 1t was james Kirke, the
hardened and pOwer-seeking jugger.
naut of flesh and blood who went to
pieces when he discovered that death
had been fearless enough to cross his
path. His agony was like storm.
tragic for time, and quickly over
He settled back into the fierce strife
of his money getting b. the time Paul
began to grieve. But the shadow and
the fact Of death changed him a little
He saw himself alone, except for his
son. And this son, after years OF
passing interest on his part, became
the kernel of his plans and ambitions
He was now king. Some day his boy
would be king And u was his desire
and his decision that he should be a
greater king than himself. Pride fired
his resolution.
But here the geographical genius of
Fate again stepped in with humors of
Its own. In another Fifth avenue
home baby girl was horn to the wife
Of Kirl.e's most implacable financial
enemy. Henry Durand. A few months
Inter, three thousand miles or more
away, an Immigrant ship left for
America. On board this ship was a
clear-eyed, hopeful wcodcutter from
the mountain country of central Eu
rope. With him were his wife and
baby. They we're an unimportant
three. The sea might have swallowed
them and no one would have cared
very much, for their adventure was
only one of millions II similar kind
The immigrant baby's fortune began
and ended with the few little clothes
she wore. The other baby was worth
millions one second Dfter she came
into the world.
Paul continued to grow up. and with
equal steadiness his father continued
to anuss fortune and influence II
was his passion to smash and break
down, then devour and build uI,-until
some one called him the Anaconda. a
name which fitted him so we'll that the
newspapers would have used II had
they dared Kirlse was always within
the legal boundaries of his country's
laws. He absorbed shipping com
panies. railroads. coal mines and tim
berlands, and sent Out his engineers
to corner vast wA:erpower rights.
From an Industrial point Of view he
was coLstructively an asset, for wher-
ever he broke down 3r consumed small
nctivities he built up larger ones Rut
morally and ethically his brain WAS
Inspired BY a cOyetOus and avid desire
to rule. He WAS tntolplent Of rivalry.
and this brought hin each gear In
closer and more deadly contact with
the equally far-reachfng interests of
Henry purnDd The titanic struggle
between these two Gp,iafhs III tinan
rial and ndust rial activities ia q I,nr,
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