Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 280, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 November 1913 — Page 2

JOHN RAWN PROMINENT CITIZEN

PROMINENT CITIZEN

EMERSON HOUGH

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t BYNOPSIS. John Hawn is born In Texas. Early pi life he shows signs of masterfulness and inordinate selfishness. He marries Laura Johnson. He is a clerk in a St. Louis railway office when his daughter Grace is born. Years later he hears Grace’s lover, a young engineer named Charles Halsey, speak of a scheme to utilise the lost current of electricity. He appropriates the idea as his own and Induces Halsey to perfect an experimental machine. He forms a company, with himself as president, at a salary of SIOO,OOO a year, and Halsey as superintendent of the works at a salary of $5,000. Rawn takes charge of the office In Chicago. Virginia Delaware, a beautiful, capable and ambitious young woman, is assigned as his stenographer. Bhe assists in picking the furniture and decoration for the princely mansion Rawn has erected. Mrs. Rawn feels out Of place in the new surroundings. CHAPTER lll.—Continued. She passed out gently, impersonally. Rawn found himself looking at the door where she had vanished. It was perhaps an hour later that he re-opened the door himself in answer to a knock. Miss Delaware stood respectfully waiting. “There is a man from Jansen’s waiting for you, Mr. Rawnf* said she. - '* — “Tqll him to come in,” said Rawn. Theni rppe from a near-by seat agray-haired,-gfeve-and blender man, of sad demeanbr- who presently removed from ; hia pocket and spread out upon the glass top of John Rawn’s desk such a display of ,gems as set the whole room aquiver with' light. Rawn felt his own eyes shine, his own soul leap. There always was something In diamonds which spoke to him. “Ah-hum!” said he, feigning indifference, “some pretty good ones, eh?” He poked around among them with the end of his penholder, as the gray and grave man quietly opened tme paper package after another, and exposed his wares. * John Rawn reached out and pushed the button farthest to the right in the long Tow on his desk. Miss Delaware came and stood quietly -awaiting his command. Something in the soul of Virginia Delaware leaped! For the first time her eyes shone with brighter fire; for the first time she half-gasped in actual emotion. There was something in diamonds which spoke to her also! “Pick out two things there,” said John Rawn Bententiously, pushing himself back from the desk. “I should say this pendant Take a guess at the rings. What would Mrs. Rawn like; and what would about suit Miss Rawn?” \ She bent above the desk, her eyes aflame at the sight of .the brilliance that lay before her. “I- should say your choice is excellent, Mr. Rawn,” said she at length, gently, controlling herself. “The pendant is beautiful, set with the emeralds. And as for the rings, I’d take this one, I believe, with the two steelblue stones.” “How much?” said John Rawn. turning to the grave and gray salesman. “The twt/ T pieces' would cost you twenty-eight thousand dollars, sir,” the latter replied, gravely and impersonally. “Miss Delaware,” said John Rawn, taking from his pocket his personal check book, “oblige me by making out a check for that amount Bring it in to me directly—and have the boy call my car.” When John Rawn ascended the steps of his mansion house that night, he fairly throbbed with the sense of his own self-approval. There was that in his pocket which, he thought, when worn by the wife of John Rawn at any public place of display, would indicate what grade of life he, John Rawn, had shown himself fit to occupy. He lost no time in summoning his wife, and with small ado put in her extended hand the little mass of trembling, shivering gems. She gazed at them almost stupefied. “Well, well!” he broke out, “can't you Say anything? What about it? They’re yours." “Oh, John!" she began. "John! you mean? How could you how could I—' For one moment he looked at her, and she shrank back from his gaze. But Rawn’s anger turned to self-pity. “My own wife won’t wear my diamonds,” said he. She came now Shd put her arms about his neck, the first time in years; but got, in thankfulness. She looked straight' into his eyes. “John!” she said .>[l|l(h, John!" There was all of woman’s anguish in her eyes, in her voice?* 5 CHAPTER IV. At. Headquarters. Halsey and his wife, John Rawn’s dauglwjliad taken up their residence in the sjnKll Chicago suburb in which the central plant had been located. Theie eattawe was a small one, and it was furnished much like other cottage|g|fctfiout, occupied by salaried men, jneclmnics, persons of no great inea«f.*m*ffetained something of the complaxioM -of the old quarters in Kelly How. NaturfH^,“Halsey was often taken to the central offices In. the city for conferences with the .president of the company. He frequently met there

Virginia Delaware, even aj times gave dictation to her—a thing he never failed to remember, but never remembered to mention in his own home. As do many men even in this divorceful age, he set aside comparisons, forced himself into loyalty. On one such occasion he found himself in the position known among .salaried workers as being “called upon the carpet" before “the old man.” Rawn held a letter in his hand to which he referred as he chided Halsey for the delays in his department of the work. » ;V “Do you suppose I can stand for this sort of thing coming from New York?” he began. “What’s the matter out there with you?” “There’s something I don’t understand about it, Mr. Rawn. The men are very sullen. The foremen tell me that they never had so much trouble. Of course, they don’t understand it themselves, but it’s Just as though our secret'was getting out, and as If the men were afraid of cutting their own throats when they build these machines. Not that they understand what it's alt about—it’s air tight yet, that’s sure." “You begin to see some of the practical results of your infernal socialistic ideas, don’t you, then? You’ll come to my notion of life after a while.” “Mr. Rawn, what’s the end of that? What’s the logical conclusion?” i "Well, I'll tell you! One end and logical *t?Cfnciusion is going tcfbe that I’ll get some one to handle that factory if you can’t; and he’ll handle it the wajr I tell him!" “You want my resignation now?” “I’d very likely take it if it weren’t for Grace. Besides, we’ve started on this thing together: and moreover again, I want you, when I go to New York, to see the directors and explain

“I’m Going."

to them that their impatience is all wrong.” ‘‘ls there much dissatisfaction down there?" ‘‘Yes. We’ve both got to run down east to-morrow night. Go on out now, and reserve four compartments on the limited.” “Four?” “Yes—we’ll want a place to eat and work on the road. I’ve got to take a stenographer along, of course." “Then you couldn’t use stenographer on the train—l mean the regular one?” “I could not, Mr. Halsey,” said John Rawn icily. "What business is it of yours?” “None in the least I was only thinking about any possible talk. She’s a very beautiful girl, and very—stunning. All right, Mr. Rawn, I’ll be ready to start to-morrow, and I’ll count on getting back here by the last of the week, at least Good day, sir.” He left the room quietly. He was a handsome, stalwart young man, but in some way his face did not look happy. • • • • * • * "That may all be very well," com mented one of the members at the directors’ meeting of the International Power held on the day of Rawn’s arrival In New York; "that may all be true, but what do we know about the practical application? I’ve heard of extracting gold from sea water —and the fellow proved it right before your eyes! The world is full of these things, getting rich all at oncd, but usually when we get to s 4he botiom of it, there's the Bame old’ gold brick.” The speaker was rather a slight man, with dark, pointed beard, a man whose -name swayed railway fortunes, but whose digestion was not worth mentioning. I “I want all you gentlemen to feel,” said John Rawn calmly, “that’s there’s a chance to lay down right here, if your feet are getting coid Better xjuit now than later on. I won’t work with men who haven’t, got heart in this thing. If any of you a,re scared, let me know. I couldn't take over all your stock myself, of course, but if j you want to let go, I believe I can I

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swing another company organization." They looked at him silently, here and there a gray head shaking In negation. Rawn’s eye lighted. “That’s the ideal” said he; “we’ll sit tight.” He turned to catch the eye of the late objector! '“l’m going,” said the latter importantly. “And good riddance!" said John Rawn calmly. “I’ll take care of you for that, one of these days, Mr. Rawn!” “Why not now?” “You’ll see what I’ll do to you in the market!” “The market be !” said John Rawn evenly. “There isn’t any market There isn’t anything to buy or sell. If there is any stock offered. I’m the market, right here and now. Go on and do what you can.” Halsey rose and placed on the table the little model which he took from the case at his side. In principle, it was the same which had been show r n in the original demonstration at St. Louis, long before, although in workmanship it was In this instance a trifle more finished, showing more of shining brass and steel. Halsey looked about hesitatingly. “Shall we use the fan again?” he inquired of Mr. Rawn. "Not on your life!” cut in Ackerman. “No more fan bursting goes. You’ll put on the little railway, here on the table, as you were showing me the other day.” “You gentlemen all know the general theory of the invention,” Halsey went on, again assuming the post of lecturer, which Rawn once more graciously surrendered to him, waving a hand largely in his direction as though in explanation to the others. “It’s simply the attuning of a motor to the free electrical current in the air—the wireless idea, of course. You’re posted on all this. Now, I’ve got some little things here which will show some of the applications of our idea. We’ll make a little track, for a railway train, and we’ll run its motor here with current of our own, simply by our receiver for the free current.” The thing was there to show for itself, As to the breadth of its application, these men needed no advice. They were accustomed to the look ahead, to the weighing of wide possibilities. “That’s the travel of the future, gentlemen,” said John Rawn soberly, at length. “They can take or leave it. So can you.” . Silence fell on that group of gray, grave men. The thing seemed to them uncanny, although so simple. They looked about, one at the other. A sort of sigh passed about the room. There sat at the table men who represented untold millions of capital. They were looking upon a device which in the belief of all was about to multiply these millions many-fold. Rawn was the first to break the silence. f “Gentlemen,” said he, "of course this is the big part of our company patents, and it is over tjais that we’ve met today. You’ve been doubting my executive ability. I have shown you what the prize is that we’re working so it is on the table. As to the difficulties of pulling off a thing as big as this, they are bigger in this case than could be expected or figured out in advance. Our superintendent, Mr. Halsey here, tells me that he is having a great deal of trouble in labor matters. The men are discontented, and what is worse, they’re curious, all the time. We can’t employ Just any sort of Irresponsible labor, and we can’t complete one machine—we’ve got to bring them all through at once, together—and indeed, got pretty near to finish them all ourselves. We can’t take any people in on this secret, of course. It all takes time, and it all takes money. What do you want, gentlemen? I can’t do much more than I have done." “And it’s enough!” cried the bearded man, his voice harsh, strident with his emotion. “We’ve got to have it! Let’s stick, let’s stick, fellows!-They’ll never shake us off. There is absolutely no limit to this thing.” “Is that still the way you feel. Jim?” asked Standley from his end of the table. “Yes, it is; how about it, gentlemen?” answered Ackerman’s deep voice. His eyes turned from one to the other, and found no dissent, although the air of each man was earnest, almost somber. “Shake hands, then,” called out the bearded man with enthusiasm, a man who had swayed millions by the force

MANY INDUSTRIES IN BUILDING

Two Hundred Housed In One Structure Located in Fulton Street* , New York City. In Fulton street. New York, there is one structure which, though classed as an office building, has more than two hundred separate industries There are lapidaries of various kinds, among them diamond cutters and polishers, all from -Amsterdam. There are manufacturing jewelers wh<D take gold and gems and enhance their vaiiie many fold by their artistry. There is a woman shoemaker,' with seyeral Wall street information bureaus, a detective agency, burnishers of metals, workers in words —otherwise free-lance writers — manufaotur ers of face cream and toilet prepara-

of,his ora convictions before that time. ' “Let’s all shake hands, then, gentlemen,” said John Rawn. They did so, each man reaching out hie hands to his neighbor; Halsey, of course, stepping back as not belonging to that charmed circle. “Move we ’journ,” said Ackerman. The president dropped the gavel on the table top. Rawn finally escaping from the crowd of importunate reporters who waited in the halls, at length broke away to go to his rooms. He met Halsey in the lobby. The latter had in his hand a telegram, which shook somewhat as he extended it. “Well,” said Rawn, turning toward him with a frown, “what is it?” He read: “Charles S. Hal The Palatial, New York: Your child is a girl. The mother is doing, well. You would best return at once. There is a slight deformity. You must share this grief with the mother when she knows—” Rawn dropped the message to the floor. Halsey’s face looked so desperately old and ead that for one moment Rawn almost forgot his own grief. “You’d better go on home, Charley,” he said. “Too bad —to get such news now! But isn’t that just like a woman!”

CHAPTER V. In Proper Person. John Rawn stood looking at the unceasing throng that surged confusedly through the corridors of the gilded hotel. Warmth, music, a Babel of voices, were all about. There approached a little group of laughing men coming from the carriage entrance, bound, no doubt, to a banquet hall somewhere under the capacious roof. One voice rose above the others as the group advanced. There appeared, rapidly talking and gesticulating as he came, a ruddy-faced, stocky figure, with head close-cropped, jaw undershot, small eyes, fighting terrier make-up. "I tell you, gentlemen, I’ll compromise not in-the least on this matter! It makes no difference what they do with the ticket or with me. There’s only one way about these matters, and that’s the right way! I care nothing whether this man be a rich man or a poor man. The only question is, whether he is right. If he is not righi, he will never—l say to you, gentlemen—” this with close-shut jaw and fist hard smitten into palm—“l say to you, it makes no difference who he is or what he is* he’ll never win through; and in the event you suffer from us—” He passed on, gesticulating, talking. Men commented audibly, for there was no mistaking > a man idealized by some, dreaded by others, scorned by none, anathematized by not a few. He was to address that night a meeting of independent politicians, so called, here in the very house of individualistic power, and many old-line members of his party had their doubts, the fear of a new party being ever present in the politician’s mind —the same fear professional politicians, Whig, Democrat, what-not, had of the new party formed before the Civil Wat at the command of a people then claiming self-government as their ancient right—as now they begin again to do, facing our third War of Independence. “Going strong, isn’t he?” commented one sardonically, within Rawn’s hearing. “That’s all right, my friend,” was the smiling answer of yet another. “Strong enough to make a lot of you hunt your holes yet. There’s quite a few people in this little old country outside this island —and he’ll—■” “Nonsense! No chance, not the least chance In the world!” , "You underestimate this new movement,” began the other. “New movement! —you’re ‘progressive.’ eh? Got that bee? A lot of good it’ll do you. It will be simply a new line-up following our old and time-tried political methods—it all comes to that, take my word. The people aren’t In politics. A lot of professionals do our governing for us.” “All the same, there goes the people’s candidate! “ “Take him and welcome,” was the answer. “Take your candidate. We’ll eat him up—if he runs.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Necessities From Japan.

For each person in the United States a dozen paper napkins and a bird of a pound of tea are imported rom Japan every year

tions in general, well borers, shirtmar kers, doctors, perfumers, architects, engravers, dealers in real estate, in sigars, in liquor. There is one firm which is the largest dealer in the world in black diamonds, the gems used for boring deep into the earth.

Coming Event.

Fire Chief Kenlon was talking about New York's incendiary fires, which number one in four throughout the year. “Perhaps,” he said, “if it were against the law to insure a property a penny above its value, then our insCendiary fires would cease. As things aye now every alarm makes me think of Hulbejison. ‘Poor old Hulbertson!’ said Jackson; ‘so you had another fire last Wednesday night, eh?’ ’No,’ said Hulbertson, absently* 'next Sunday night’ -

PRAISE FOR SOCIAL WORKER

Covlte Trader Willing to-Admit Young Woman Who Had Helped Him "Ain’t Dolitt No Harm." The mountaineers of Virginia and Tennessee are notoriously chary of praise. Miss Babbitt, the social worker who came down from the north,. established a mission among the "covites,” and labored with them, found the people hard to get along with and said so. But there was another side to it. A covite trader came into the little college town near by one day and was questioned by one of the professors. “John,” asked the professor, “how long has Miss Babbitt been out in Lost Cove?” “Nijgh onto four years,” answered John. “The people like her, don't they ?” “Some.” “But she’s a mighty good woman, John.” urged the professor. “She’s out there working to help you and your children. I’ve heard a lot about the good she’s done.” “Wa-all," said John reluctantly, “I will say she ain’t doin’ no harm.” — New York Saturday Evening Post.

BOTH BUSY.

Hickson —My wife is trying to get Into society. , Dickson —What are you doing? Hickson —Trying to keep out of debt.

Her Dear Friends.

“I think Archie Allscadds has made up his-mind to marry,” said the vivacious blonde. “To marry Virgie Skeemer?” queried the sparkling brunette. “Uh-huh.” “What symptoms do you notice?” “Well, he wears a sort of resigned, what’s-the-use expression on his face, and doesn’t run when he sees her coming now.”

Caprigenous.

“Sometimes I think I never shall be able to understand these political terms,” sighed Mrs,* Jenner Lee Ondego. “For instance, since my husband lost that collectorship he says he’ll have to ‘draw in his horns’ on household expenses; and yet the first thing he said when he received his notice of dismissal was, ‘Well, they’ve got my goat at last!”’

Just So.

“Anybody can get to Easy street. You go up Perseverance avenue and turn into Hard Work lane.” “Yes?” “The trouble is that when they see that last name on the corner lamppost, most of them turn back.”

Bad Situation.

“I don’t know how we’ll face our neighbors when they return.” “What has happened?” “We were taking care of their cat and their parrot. Yesterday the cat ate the parrot and then died of indigestion.”

He Still Hoped.

Mrs. Matchem —Forty years old, Mr. Singleton, and never been married? Dear met But surely you have not given up all hope? Singleton—No, indeed! I' hope I am safe for another forty years, anyway.

The Thing to Do.

“What shall I say if Mr. Binkton asks me to marry him ” asked the young woman. “Don’t bother about studying x what you will say,” replied Miss Cayenne. "Rehearse an effort to look surprised.”

Wiser, Too.

“How can you have changed so, Henry? Before we were married you said you were fairly Intoxicated with love for me.” “Well, Mrs. Peck, it usually takes drastic methods to sober a man up—and I’m sober now!”

Embarrassment of Riches.

“Where can you put my ad. In the paper ?" “You can take your choice, sir. We can put it either next the latest developments in the Thaw case or the murder .mystery that defies solution.”

Investment.

"Have you put by some money for a rainy day?” 9 “Oh, yes, dear aunt.” *“ "What did you put it in?" “A gold-handled,. twenty-flve-dollar 'silk umbrella.”

His Occupation.

“I know a man who can supply affinities at short notice.” “Who is he?” “Mv shoemaker. He makes a busioesi. of giving sole mates,”

INCONSISTENCY OF A WOMAN '

Young Man Who Foolishly Asked Girl for Kiss and Then Stole It la Finally Set Straight. ■ / Foolishly he asked her for a kiss; naturally she said “no;” bravely he took it, anyway; angrily she put him away; scornfully she told him what she thought of such action, and meekly he stood for the same old bluff. “i am and mad at you!”' she said, and she looked every bit of it. “I don’t think a gentleman would do Buch a thin£: and now, if you are going to stay here this evening. I don’t want you even to touch me, but let us sit here and talk like sensible people.” Thoroughly cowed, he agreed. Seeing, however, that she had carried .her little bluff too far dnd he was taking her seriously, she made use of a bright idea. "Will you promise to be good now!” she asked. “Yes.” “Well, let’s shake on it.” Solemnly they shook hands. "Now,” she said, with a cunning and meaning little twinkle in her eye, “you have touched me already and broken your promise. So, being as you have gone that far, you might as well go ahead and break the rest of your agreement.” Curtain! —Judge.

Bad News.

“Doctor,” said the young wife of the rich old miner, “how do you find my husband?” “So much better, madam,” replied the physician, “that I think he will recover to live many years.” She turned deadly pale and burst into tears. - ~———— ——^._L_ “Alas!” she cried, “I felt instinctively that I must be prepared for the worst!"

A Good Remedy.

"How annoying! My wife is always ailing—the hard work fatigue® her.” “My wife also was always ill, but now she enjoys the best of health.” “How did you cure her?" “I told her that I would giye her so much a month for her dresses and her doctor. Since then she is quite well.” —Le Sourire.

Underrating Him.

“My dear boy, I happen to know you mortgaged your house and lot in order to buy that motor car. How are you managing to keep it in repair?” “No trouble about that. I give an occasional mortgage on some bit of personal property. From the way you talk, Uncle Henry, one would think I hadn’t any business capacity at all!”

No Small Sorrows.

“A man likes big and heroic enterprises.” “That’s right,” replied Mrs. Corntossel. “Alexander wept because there were no more worlds to conquer. But you never hear of a man sheddin’ a tear ljecause there’s no more wood to chop or water to carry.”

His Interest.

“It is estimated that not more than half the children born survive their fifth year.” “That’s terrible, and something should be done about it,” replied the mill owner. “When those children got to be a couple of years older they’d be ready to go to work.” — Puck.

An Eating Tour.

“Tell me about Berlin.” “Got some fine sausages there.” “London must have been interesting.” “Greatest place in the world for mutton chops.” “Tell me, do your recollections of Europe hinge solely on what you had to eat?”

OF COURSE.

She —What do you think of mt 1 problem novel? He —Very puzzling.

Driven to It.

“Seems tp me the children do nothing now but cut out paper dolls and make mud pies." “Well, the map of the world ischanging daily, so until things are settled they can’t study history or geography. These simplified Bpellers’ have put spelling up in the air. So what are the children to do?”

A Suffragette.

“What is this?” . “An invitation frqm Airs. Militant: to her daughter’s coming out party." “Her daughter’s coming out party? Why, her daughter is thirty-seven years • old.” "You don’t understand. She’s com-i ing out of JaiL”