Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 January 1914 — Page 2

JOHN RAWN PROMINENT CITIZEN

by EMERSON HOUGH

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SYNOPSIS. John Riwn, a clerk In a St. Louis railway office, hears hts daughter 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 wqfi fiimself as president, at a salary of *IOO,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 is assigned as his stenographer. She assists In picking the furniture and decoration for the princely mansion Hawn has erected. Mrs. Rawn feels out of place In the new surroundings. Halsey goes to New York with Rawn and Miss Delaware to explain delays in perfecting the new motor to the Impatient directors. He gets a message that a deformed daughter has been born to his wife. Grace Rawn. Rawn bargains with .Miss Delaware to wear his, jewelry and appear In public with him, as a means to help him in a business way. Rawn Is fortunate in market speculations, piles up wealth and attains prominence. He gives his wife a million dollars to leave him. He asks his daughter. Mrs. Halsey, to take charge of his household. Grace moves to Graystone hall, and Halsey continues to live alone in the cottage near the works. Halsey’s machine proves a success, but he keeps the fact a secret. Virginia Delaware becomes more and more lndlspensable to Rawn. He takes her to New York on a business trip. Idle talk prompts him to otter her marriage. They are married. Halsey threatens to get a divorce because his wife refuses to return to him. He tells Rawn that he has broken up all the machines after proving the success of the Invention. Rawn. In a great rage, threatens to kill him. Halsey declareß fie wm never bulld another machine for Rawn and slaps his face. Virginia Rawn implores Halsey to reconsider, because his deeiston Will ruin them all. Halsey tells Virginia that he has abandoned his invention because It would put a great power In the hands of a few to the detriment of the many. At Rawn’s Instigation Virginia agrees to try to bring Halsev to terms, no matter what it costs. The directors plan to get' the control of the company away from Rawn. They hold a conference In Chicago. Rawn goes to New York to attempt to avert Impending disaster. Halsey takes up his residence at Graystone hall, where his wife and daughter are seriously ill

* CHAPTER XlX—Continued. Virginia Rawn smiled, and turned the pages. The next journal, had little 'else but detailed discussion or tne Rawn collapse. It also asserted the scheme of the International Power company was the most bold and rapacious fraud of the day. With journalistic vaticination it insouciantly declared that the intention of the company was to establish central distributing points for power stolen from the public's great water powers, and the retail of what the journal in the argot of the day called canned power, in cheap and portable small motors applicable to countless semi-mechanica] uses, all with an end of abolishing the need for horse power and for man power alike. The result, it pointed out, would be the throwing out of work of countless thousands of laboring men by the use of electricity stolen from the people themselves. The gigantic combination already was covering the main water powers. The people’s present openly had been disregarded, the people’s future openly and patently had been put in the gravest of peril. The entire system of government had been laid by the heels. The name of the republic had been made a mockery. Above all, it was asserted, the most intimate intent of the International Power company had been the throttling of the labor unions—against which John Rawn was known to be personally bitterly opposed—the very essence and soul of the conspiracy having been this device whose aim was to wipe out the need of unskilled labor, and to make useless and unpaid the power of human brawn.

Following these assertions —which after all were not tn the least bad Journalism, however good or bad had been the design of International Power—the same Journal exultantly declared that labor need not yet .despair, for that the gigantic conspiracy now had fallen in ruins; its leader had abdicated and fled, and his ill-gotten gains had been dissipated in his last desperate attempt to save his holdings in other stocks. In his ultimate fight he had surrendered the control of the International, so long and desperately held in his ownership, and now was ousted from the presidency, other managers being left In charge of the wreck of a desperate marauder’s attempt to throttle a republic and to rule a country. The chronicle of all this was accompanied in this journal not only with pictures of Graystone hall, but of the abandoned factory of the International Power company; also with portraits of Rawn and his wife and of Charles Halsey, late superintendent of the company; as well as those of Jim Sullivan, the foreman, Ann Sullivan, his wife, and other labor leaders sometimes concerned about the mysterious factory which bad housed the desperate secret of International Power As it chanced, the portraits of Ann Sullivan and Virginia Rawn had been exchanged, so that the beautiful Mrs. Rawn appeared bb a hard-featured Irish woman of more than middle age; whereas Mrs. Sullivan, wife of the well-known labor leader, presented a somewhat distinguished figure in her eminently handsome gown and obvb ously valuable jewels. Virginia Rawn looked calmly, smilingly, over these and many other varying details of these closing scenes in her career. "Very well,” said she. pointing to the likeness accredited to her name, “this is the last time my portrait wiU appear in print, | sup

pose. What difference does it make? The older and uglier I am, the better the story! Perhaps for once Mrs. Sullivan, when she sees her picture—young, rich, with plenty of Jewels — will think her dreams have come true! Maybe she’s dreamed—l know I did; and I know what I am. The names and pictures are right, just as they are. She wins, not I. “But yes, I suppose this is the end of It all. as you say,” she added wearily, almost indifferently. “Of course, we've known It was eoming. I suppose there was nothing else could come of it all.” Halßey at first could make no answer except to drop his face in his hands. A half groan escaped him, in spite of his attempt to rival her courage or her indifference, whichever it might be. “I’ve done this,” he said at last; ‘Tve brought all this on you. It’s all my fault, and it’s too late now for me to help it. We couldn't straighten out things in the business now, even if I went back to work. It’s too late. I’ve ruined you, Mrs. Rawn.” “Yes, that's plain,” she answered quietly. “But isn’t this just what you wanted ? Haven’t yon always resented the success of others, deprecated the cost? Aren’t you a Socialist at heart? Didn't you want this—-just this?” “Want It? NoT How could 1 want anything which meant harm for yqu? If only you had come to me and asked me to go back —asked me to get Into line!” “You’d have done It, wouldn’t you, Charley —for me?” She smiled at him, her small, white teeth showing. But back of her smile he felt the pulse of a mind. “I don’t- know—how could I have helped it?” : * “Then you‘d have forgotten all vour loyalty to those people over there? You’d have forgotten all about the rights of man of which you told me, and your devotion to the" principles of this republic of which you talked —Is

"I Was Afraid I’d Save All This.”

that true? You’d have forgotten all, everything, for me?” ‘‘Yes. I would!" He looked her fair in the eye, truthfully. “I know that, now—l didn’t know it then, but I do now. Yes, I would. Just as I told him—Mr. Rawn.” “You told him, what?” -“Why, that we all have our price. I suppose I had mine.” “So you’d have done that if I had asked you?” “Then in God’s name why did you not ask me? At least, I’d have saved you this!” He smote on the paper with his clenched fist. “Why didn’t you ask me to save you this humiliation?” “I did not, because I knew all along what you’d do if I did ask you.” Silence fell between them now. “Why didn’t you?” he once more demanded, half-whispering. "You’d already won. You’d have won me—my principles—my honor.” “Because 1 did not want to win!” she answered sharply. "Win what?”

“I was sent to bring you into camp, to get you, Charley. I did not want to —I did not! I was afraid I would!" "I don’t think I quite understand.” . “I was sent out for you, Charley—by my own husband! You know it, we both knew it, I suppose he’s been waiting somewhere for me to get word to him that I had done what I was told to do —that I had got you in hand, willing to renounce everything that you held good in your own life. Well, It’s too late, now! I'm glad!" "He sent you out after me—With what restrictions —?” "None. He didn’t care how. He told me he didn’t. That’s why I’ve been keeping away from you. I was afraid I’d win—l was afraid I'd save all this." She nodded her head, Including the splendors of the mansion house, its view of the lake, all the gracious, delicate ministries of wealth. “Good God!" Halsey broke out ‘The man who would <Ja. that Is not worth a woman's second thought.** “Of course not. And the woman who would do that^-7”

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“Don’t ask me about that; I can’t think. All I know if you had asked me to do anything in the world, I think i.d have said yes.” “Forme?" “Yes, for you. It’s truth. It’s all qui, at last! There’s the whole story now of John Rawn —all of it, in black and white! Here’s all my story —to yqui ‘ You must have known—” “Yes," she nodded ;“of course. That was why, I Said, that I’ve evaded you so long. It was very hard to do, Charley; a hundred times I’ve been on the point of sending for you. But I didn't.” ■ - --- - - • “I’m glad, too,” he said simply, seeing it was to be soul facing soul, between them now. “I’ve missed you. I’ve never passed such days in my life as I have here. There’s Grace hating me, you ought to hate me —I ought to hate you! Oh. Rawn, man! Where would you have stopped, to get money, to get power? Oh. excellent —to set your wife as a trap for another man! But it worked! It could have been done!” .He looked her frankly in the face as hp finished. “I love you, Virginia,” he said simply. “I suppose i have all along. It’s cheap, after all—at this price. But for all this, I never could have told you. "But one thing I will say,”—the unhappy young man added, after a long time; "it’s the one thing I can claim for an excuse. My price was love for you, and good love. It was the whole love of man for woman—l never knew before what that meant! It wasn’t for money, but for you. That great, mysterious second current —what you yourself said was theiatie vast power of all the universe—that belonged to everybody—love—love—l thought that belonged to me, too. I can’t see even now where that is wrong, I can’t think, I don’t know. If it is wrong, then I’ve been wrong. We’re down in the mire together! I dragged you there."‘And once I dreamed of doing something to lift people up—that was why! mutinied and tore up the motors. And I had my own selflsE~price7 . V- . I can never lift up my head again. But I love you!” She looked at him, her lips parted, her bosom agitated now, her eyes large, her color slowly , Increasing. “You must not —Stop, we must think! Charley ” “But why didn’t you?” he demanded fiercely. “Why didn’t you finish your work as you promised?” t “I never promised. I didn’t finish it —because I knew’ I could. I told you —it w r as—Charley—yes—it was—love!” — I “Forme?” He half started up now, but she raised a hand to restrain him. “The servants!” she whispered. Indeed, even as she spoke she saw the livery of the butler disappearing at the tall glass doors letting out to the gallery. She did not know that the butler had seen much and heard somewhat; that being a butler he was wise. “But it’s got to be—we’ve got to go through now!” he went on savagely. “Why did you start this, then? Why did you let pie know?”

“It was he who started it in me—ambition! No, I always had it. From the day I was born I wanted to climb, to win, to be rich, to have things in my hands. All girls want that, I suppose, till they know how little it is. So I married him—l tried to, and I did. I knew he had money, „ . . But then there was more I wanted, after all. I only wanted that something else, too, that any woman wants —what she’s got to have, once In her life, rich or poor, because she's a woman—some one who truly loves her for herself as she is, because she is what she is—because she’s a wom/an! “Oh, 1 looked all around me here, a long time after I came here,* for what I'd missed. I’ve never been happy here. I didn’t have it. I wanted it. At last I saw it. 1 wanted it. Its price is ruin—for two, you and me. I’m like you. If it’s wrong, I don’t know where the wrong began! I didn’t mind, so far as 1 was concerned. Let a woman love you. and she’ll do anything, no matter how it hurts —herself. But not you—not the man she loves and wants to respect, Char lew 7, '‘But-me? I am not goqd enough for you!” j “Oh, boy! Hovlr sweet that sounds to me! Say’ it over again to me! You make me think I might some day be worth a man’s love. It’s got away from us now. It’s all too late. Everything’s too late. .When —Mr. Rawn —comes back, we’ve got to tell him I’ve done what I was set’ to do —but not the way he thought, not the way any of us thought!”

KENTUCKY LAW WELL NAMED

State Bureau of Vital Statistics Referred to by Editorial Writer as “Big Family Bible." Kentucky is one of the southern states which has recently adopted a modern law for the registration of vital statistics. Put into force a'little over a year ago. it has been on trial. As usual. It encountered opposition. Some people were unable to see why births and deaths should be recorded; others did not like to go to the trouble to make out an orderly record of these occurrences. Because physicians and medical organizations led the way in securing this needed legislation, It was, of course, regarded as something for the benefit of physicians rather them for the public good Shakespeare asked—and so have many philosophers since his tlnje—-

"Yes, he must know!’* Halsey nodded. He held her hand now in his own. They swept on, as upon some Yast wave, helpless, clinging to each other, he doing what he could to save her. “I 4 on t know how to tell him," she walled. “There was something Fagan in me and I didn’t know it. I thought Twas in hand, but I wasn’t! ! I started low, and I wanted to climb up—and up—and up! Oh, Charley; look!” She leaned toward him across the table, pleading. “I was .just ambitious. Just like any American girl—like every woman in the world, I suppose If I sold out, I didn’t know it. I didn’t want you to care for me. But you did, you do! -1 kept away from you, so that you wouldn’t, so that we couldn’t—so that I’d always feel that you, at leasts-” “Where can it end?” he asked quietly. “I don’t care where it ends, that’s the worst of it; I don’t care! One : thing only is to my credit? I’ve kept my bargain—with him. I’ve paid theprice I agreed to give. There is no scandal about me—yet. And there might have been!” “Yes.” "But some way, when he sent me out for you, talked to me as he did, treated me like a piece of merchandise jis Jie once I wavered. For once, Charley, it seemed to me that I was released from all obligations to him, that I was where I ought to have a chance for my own hand, to see life as life could be for itself, to have the love*that’s life for a woman. I wanted to ,b 9 wooed and won by some one who loved me, just as any woman wants to be, Charley, some time! And I wasn’t—l wasn’t. . . .

It was horrible It was horrible. ... I wanted to give love for love. I wanted what I couldn’t get, and saw it was too late to get it fair, aftd whon l saw that you=that even you’d sell out for me—why, where was the good, clean thing left in all the world? I couldn*t tell. I didn’t kixow what to do. I don’t know now. But you put these papers before me now, and you expect me to shed tears over them. I can’t. I don’t care. The worst was over for me before now. It came when I knew you'd love me if I’d raise a finger to you. Why didn’t you make me love you first—long ago? Then all would have come right. Back there—at first—” * “They’ll say that when your husband lost his fortune he lost hie wife. Yes—” he hoddedr “They’ll say that and believe it! That isn’t true!” “No, that isn’t true. I was dune with him the moment he. set thfijk efrand for me. No Woman can lave a man who will do that. But I was done with him—from the first I never loved him, I never did —I only married him! I sold out —what I had to sell, myself, my .fitness for a place like this. That was what I called success! I wanted to be some one in the world! Look at me now—”

They sat, two figures in an inexorable drama that swept relentlessly forward; tasting of a part of ambition’s ripened fruit; yet hungering with the vast, pitiful, merciless human hunger for that other fruit that hung in a garden once not lost. “If it costs my soul. I’ll stand by you,” he said at last; and he reached out a hand to her suddenly. “No; no!” sh© cried. “Wait! Wait! I want to think!” A discreet cough sounded. The butler approached bearing coffee. He wore a half sneer on his face now, the sneer of thd unpaid mercenary. He doubted, and had cause to doubt, whether the last month’s salary wtould be forthcoming; for butlers read morning papers. “Ah. er. Mrs. Rawn—” he began. “What do you want? How dare you speak to mej” she rejoined. “I do not care to be disturbed! You may go!” He did go; and this was on an errand of his own, errand which ended in Grace Halsey’s chambers. For butlers sometimes take ingenious re- * venge. Halsey and Virginia Rawn sat on for a time at the table, the almost untasted breakfast before them. The sun grew warmer. After a time she rose, and they passed from the gallery toward the interior of the.house. The tray upon the hall table held a scanty morning load for it —one letter and a telegram; the former addressed to Mrs. Charles Halsey, the latter to herself. "It must be from him,” he said. She tossed it to him. “Home to-night. John Rawn.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

"What’s In a name?" and the wisest of these inquirers have recognized the importance of naming a thing properly, If It is to stand well in the public eye. Evidently this fact Js recogniiied in Kentucky, The leading editorial In an Issue of Kentucky Medical Journal, under "the heading “Name the Babies,” discusses some of the difficulties encountered in putting the new law Into effect. In this connection, the editor philosophically refers to the state bureau of vital statistics as “Kentucky’s Big Family Bible.” A happier name could not well be devised. —Journal of the American Medical Association.

One Exception, at Least.

Willis —“When a man has a good thing, he insists on everybody else using It.” GUlis—“Not much. I guess you haven't got a telephone In your house, have you?”

UNIQUE METHODS OF CHINESE GARDENER

Tomato Vines Cut Back by the Chinese Method of Cultivation, Showing Flourishing Condition Later in the Season.

(By M. F. RITTENHOUBE.) We number a Chinese market gardener among the residents of our little town, and although until three years ago he was a teacher in his native land, he has, because of bis financial success in his new occupation, converted the scoffers at his unique methods into humble imitators of the same. We have never ascertained the source of his agricultural lore, but content ourselves by observing his methods of procedure, then we go and do likewise, and for t the benefit of fellow truck-patchers I will tell of some of the tricks of this “Heathen Chinese.” He saves his ‘squash and pumpkin seeds for the next year’s planting by the simple process of keeping the squash or pumpkin that especially strikes his fancy in a cool, dry place until the next planting season. Then hO plents them with pieces of the pulp adhering, and they appear above ground with mushroom-like promptness. His muskmelon seed he ties up in a bag of coarse burlap, and covers this loosely with rich soil, allowing the seeds to sprout before planting them. He also preserves his cucumber seeds in the cucumber, which he coats carefully with paraffine as soon as pulled from the vine. Once, contrary to his advice, I set out some choice tomato plants in a

Crookneck Squash.

small plot where ashes had been dumped for several years. They grew to be enormous vines and had many blossoms, which dropped off, however, in a few days. One day my Chinese neighbor came over with a knife and cut the branches of the vineß almost off. So nearly in two did he sever them that they drooped to the ground, and although this occurred in the latter part of July, the blossoms ceaßed to fall and my plants bore more freely. When he irrigates his potatoes (and he raises two crops on the same land each year), he waters long and deeply; and his potatoes never grow near enough to the surface to get sunburned, as do those of the inexperienced gardfeners who slightly sprinkle the surface of their potato patch as scantily and as often as they do their lettuce beds. There is no question as to the superiority in Bize and quality of the deep-grown potato over those grown close to the surface. His beet seed <are soaked in water At least 48 hours before planting. He sets them to soak in warm water and during the daytime keeps the vessel containing them as much in the sunshine as possible. I have never yet seen him throw away a young plant of any description. He merely transplants them, and I do not believe it an exaggeration to say that nine-tenths of the plants survive and flourish, for he surely is a past master in the art — for it is an art—of transplanting. For example, when his lettuce plants grow to about the height of two inches he thins out the bed and clipping off about an inch of the root tip of each plant he pulls, he replants in' long rows, and the transplanted lettuce makes a more rapid and larger growth than the plants which he has left undisturbed. *

The replanted, or rather transplanted lettuce with its clipped roots, grows to such enormous that at a short distance they remind one of thrifty cabbage rows. He never uproots the head lettuce he markets. Instead, he leaves the stalks In the ground *and assiduously waters and cultivates them, whereupon they produce another head tn about half the time required for the first head to reach a marketable alee. His beet plants are transplanted with clipped roots In precisely the sarad manner as the lettuce. His onions,, which are invariably started frorii tne seedn (he refuses to use seta), are trahaplanted aft* having their roots clipped and grow to

be larger in circumference than the ordinary saucer. He also beheads his cabbage, leaving the stalk to grow. He cuts slight nicks or gashes in the growing which, watered and tended, produces a second growth that are in appearance fair imitations of brusselß sprouts and quite as good to eat. His faith in the forcing powers of warm water is sublime. I have known him to heat water for his radishes in the chill days of spring, testing its temperature as carefully as if preparing a baby’s bath, with incredible pa;tlence and perseverance. As soon as his radishes were well above. ground, he covered the bed with a layer of sawdust, perhaps an Inch in depth. Ha baker the soil la which he intends sowing his cabbage and tomato seeds sometime before using, then patiently breaks up and crumbles the dried, hardened mass before wetting it. For his late cabbage and tomatoes he plants the seed out in the open soil of the garden, leaving one plant standing in the hill and transplanting the others, which, under his persuasive skill, usually grow. While some of his “stunts” seem perfectly useless and absurd, yet there must be some method in his madness, for his vegetable crop, with its attendant crop of dollars, are not the result of chance. ——- . ■ ;

FOR RENEWING A STRAWBERRY PATCH

Too Late Now to Reset Plants, So Thing to Do Is to Prepare tor Spring Work. (By ANNA GALIGHER.) A great many people believe that in order to have plenty of strawberries it is necessary to set a new patch every year or two, This is a mistaken idea. If good plants are used to start with, the patch can be kept in bearing condition for a nufnber of years. We can always tell an old plant by the appearance of the roots. The older a strawberry is the more dead roots It will have. When planting, be careful to select those *with good roots. The roots should always be pruned, but not too closely, unless they are being set late in the fall, in which case very little pruning Is necessary, because the plants should be very carefully taken up and transferred with as much soil as possible clinging to tHe roots. It is too late now to reset strawberry plants, so the thing to do is to get ready for the spring work. If the old patch is to be renewed, plow or dig out the old rowß, leaving at least space of 18 inches between those left. *

If one d 069 not care to save any of the plants removed, it is not necessary to uproot them. They can easily be destroyed with the hoe. When the crowns are destroyed the roots will die. f The remaining plants should stand several inoheß apart in the row. This will give the berries a chance to ripen. The straw which was used to cover the plants Bhould be placed In the spaces between the rows to walk upon while gathering the crop. We “renovated” the old strawberry patch in the abova manner last spring, and as a result harvested the best crop of berries ever seen In thlß part of the country. The berries were large and fine, In spite of the fact that the drought was very severe just before they began to ripen, and this should convince anyone that a new patch is not sity, provided one takes care of the old one. But after all this Is merely one way of starting a new patch. For, when the old rows are removed, It Is the young plants that produce the berries, and everyone who has grown berries will tell you that a plant which has never been disturbed will produce more and finer berries than one which has been transplanted. That Is, under the ordinary conditions. While on the subject we would urge every one to set, at least, a small patch as soon as the soil Is ready to work. You will never regret It. There is nothing more delicious than fresh, ripe strawberries and nothing'in the way of fruit so easily -grown. But be sure to get good plants. Sometimes It la.almost impossible to procure good plants without paying the very high prices, but this will pay one moke than using inferior ones, or the unknown varieties. '