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JOHN RAWN PROMINENT CITIZEN

by EMERSON HOUGH

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22 ~ , SYNOPSIS. John Rawn, a clerk In a St. Louis railway office, hears his daughter Grace’s lover, a young engineer named Charles Halsey, speak of a scheme to utilize 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 is assigned as his stenographer. She assists in picking the furniture, and decoration for the princely mansion Rawn has erected. Mrs. Rawn feel 3 out of place In the new surroundings. Halsey goes to New York with Rawn and Miss Delaware to, explain delays in perfecting theu 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 Gray■stone hall, and Halsey continues to live alone in his cottage near the works. Virginia Delaware becomes mote and more Indispensable to Rawn. He takes her to 'New York on a business trip. Idle talk prompts him to offer 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 bro•ken up all the machines after proving the success of the invention. Rawn. In a great rage, threatens to kill him. Halsey declares Tie will never build another machine for Rawn and slaps his face. Virginia 'Rawn implores Halsey to reconbecause his decision 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 Halsey to terms, no matter what It costs. The directors plan to get the control of the company away from Rawn. 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. Rawn Is ruined financially. Halsey and Virginia confess their love for each oner. The butler overhears and tells Halsfey’s wife. Grace kills herself and the child. The first Mrs. Rawn returns to be with her daughter. Virginia and Halsey telLßawn of their love for each other, and that they intend to get married as soon as Virginia can get a divorce. A crowd ,of disgruntled workmen call and accuse Halsey of betraying them. He Is shot and killed by one of the mob.

CHAPTER XXII. Tha Great John Rawn. Far off, deep in the underground glons of the city, at the focus of the republic’s vast industrialism, the presses were reeling and clanging again, heavy with their story of disaster. The civilization of the day ■went on. Somewhere out upon the mountain tops, somewhere in the forests, the forces of nature gathered, marched on toward the sea. Somewhere dumbly, mutely, uncomplaining, the great river and its mate, the great power, interstellar, not international —they two, as he but now vauntingly had dreamed, erstwhile silent partners of John ! Rawn —did their work. . . . For whom? . . . For what? Answer that, my brothers. The answer is your own. As you and I shall speak ■in that answer, so shall dur children eat well, , sleep well, in days yet to come, in this country which we still call our own, now all to little ours. It was far past midnight when John ;Rawn again came down the stair, sobered and whitened by what he had .seen in the death chamber. He tiptoed now back to the library door, through which and beneath whose isllken curtains still there pierced a little shaft Of light. He opened the door, peered in. He saw Virginia sitting there silent, white, unagitated, her features cameosharp, her skin waxen, indeed marble ■white, a woman as motionless, as silent, apparently as little animate as the one he had left behind him in the ■death chamber beyond the stair. She turned her eyes, not her face, toward him, but did not speak. The edge of her gown was moist, stained. John Rawn looked in turn at the long figure upon the couch, motionless, silent, its hands folded. Neither did it speak to him. Suddenly oppressed, suddenly afraid, he turned once more away. Irresolution was in his soul, uncertainty. Rawn was hardly sure that he still lived, that he still was the same John Rawn he once had known. It seemed impossible that all these things could have fallen upon him, who had not deserved them! He pitied himself with a vast pity, revolting at the many injustices of fortune now crowding upon him, a wholly blameless man. Why. a day before, he had held in his hand power such as few men could equal; had had, presently before him, power none other ever could hope to equal. That opportunity still existed. But how now could he avail himself of that opportunity, how could he go on tb be the great John Rawn, if this figure on the couch could not rise, could not speak to him, could not perform the obvious duty of rendering needful assistance to him, John Rawn? The cruelty of it all rankled In the great and Justice-loving soul of (Mr. Rawn. Why, he was penniless—he—John Rawn! He-was not even sure about his wife, yonder. She had said things to him he could not understand, could not believe. . . He left the room, and walked still farther down.the hall, Ms head sag* glng. his lower lip pendulous, his gate warped into a pucker of self-pity-—so absorbed, that first he did not hded an approaching footfall. Hfe paused almost in touch of some one who ap-

proached him in the half-lighted hall; some one who was coming down the stair and along the hall with steady tread. There stood before him now the same tall, gray-haired, unfashionable dressed woman whom so recently he vaguely Jjad noted at a distance in the hall above; some woman apparently busy with duties connected with the death chamber, as he had reflected when he saw her; some neighbor, he presumed; and certainly useful! It was kind of her to come at this time. He could not, at the time, recollect that he had seen her before. Yes, he would reward her—he would express his thanks. He looked up at her now sharply, and gasped. “Laura!” he exclaimed. “Is it you?” “Why, yes, John,” answered the tall, gaunt woman gently. “Didn’t you see me, up there? I suppose you were too much troubled to notice me, John. Yes, I’m here. I thought maybe I ought to come. “But you see—this —” she held out to him the letter she had picked up from the hall table. “This didn’t get to her—Grace—not in time. She died thiß morning, before noon, they tell me. She never knew her mother was coming to her when she was in trouble. She hadn’t seen my letter to her, telling I was coming, I knew she was in trouble —and I saw all the

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stories in the papers. I thought I’d tell her I was coming to her—and you. John. She was my girl, after ajl! I knew She was in trouble.” • "How did you know?” "Why, Bhe wrote to me, of course. A girl always writes to her mother when she’s in trouble. She wrote to me right often. She wasn’t—well, she wasn’t happy, John, and she often told me that. Something wrong was going on between her and Charley, I don’t know what." He stpod looking at her; stupefied, as she went on, simply. “John, married folks oughtn’t to be apart too much. They sort of get weaned from each other. Orace was too ambitious. She’d got, here, what Bhe thought her husband couldn’t get, what she’d come to think she had to have. I might have told her better, but I wasn’t here. Not that I’m reproving you, John, not at all. Besides, we have all got to go, some day. But I loved her. . . . And the baby.” "So did I love her, and the baby,” he began. Tears were in his eyes. "Laura, I have had nothing jbut trouble. And now you have come here —’’ “Yeß, I know; it must seem a little queer to you, John; so I’m going right away again, to-night—before morning, if there’s any way I can get downtown." "Yes, yes!" “ —Because, I know if I was seen around her, and people foundsout who I am, who I—was—there might be some sort of talk which would be hard for you, John. I reckon you have trouble enough without that. I didn’t want to bother you. I came mostly because of Grace. But—John, I always did like to tell the truth, and I have to tell it now—l came a little, too, because of you!” “Of me? Why Laura!" "Yes, I did. I read the papers, of course, all the time. I have known about you, although you haven’t heard of me. You have moved up in the world, John, and as for me—well, I have Just gone back to Kelly Row, where we used to live. Of course, I’m glad you have been lucky. But then, lately, the papers all began to say you were in trouble. I've read all kinds of things about you. I heard that you were ruined—that you hadn’t a dollar left in all the world!" "It's true,” he growled; "as near as I know, it’s true. There is np hope for me now. It’s all up!" > * "But, John, you had so much money!" "Yes, but it’s gone now. . It doesn’t take it long to go when It starts the other way. The market makes a man, and iV breaks him Just as quick, and • lot quicker. It’s done me, Laura. I’m ruined. I haven’t a thing (est in the

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world; not even ray wife. Hare yon come here to twit me with it? What do I owe you; that I have to listen to you?*’ “Why, nothing, John, that’s true; nothing at all, not in the least. I have no right here at all, I know that. I understand that, when I —when —I went away from here. But that wasn’t why I came back to-night." “Then why did you come? Ton always had the faculty, Laura, of doing the wrong thing. You’ve been a curse to me all ffiy life!” “Some of that’s true, John,” she answered simply, “and a good deal isn’t. Maybe I said the wrong thing sometimes, or did the wrong thing. I never had much training. I was meant for Kelly Row, I reckon —I’d never have fitted in here. We tried it! But I didn’t come to glorify myself because you’ve lost this place, and everything you had. I just thought—” “Well, Laura, what was it you just thought? I can’t stand here talking all the time. It isn’t right, it isn’t proper. I’m worn out!" “Of course it isn’t, John. I’m going right away. But you see, when I came away just thought this way—here am I, an old woman that don’t need much money any more. And there’s Grace; and maybe now John has need for money when everybody's turned against him. And if he does need money, why—” “What do you mean, Laura?” gasped John Rawn. “What’s that you said about money?” “How much would do you any good, John?” she asked, fumbling in her bulging hand-bag. “I might as well wish for the moon as for a dollar,” he said bitterly. “If I had a million, or a half-million, tomorrow, I’d pull it all together, even yet.” “A half million, John ?” she said, taking out of her bag a little, wrinkled, flat port-monnaie such as women sometimes use for carrying change in the marketing; but still continuing her fumbling at the portly bag. 1 , “Yes, if I had a half million I could put this company on its feet, even yet —the secret’s out that Halsey had—but I’d get it somewhere. I more than half believe those fellows have got it, somewhere else, somehow—that fellow Van’s deep. You see they’v.e been fighting me. Lauramade up a gang against me! I know who it was. If I had a half million I’d ( throw in with Van —he’s got this secret somehow —he knowß something about it. I’d throw In with him, and we’d whip the others, even yet! I’d get it all back in my hands even yet, I tell you! "Rut my God! Why do I stand talking about such things? What’s the use? : I’m down and out! I’d just as well be dead!” “Well, John, what I always said of you was, that you seemed to know how to get things around the way you wanted them. I said to myself, what a shame it was he should have no money, when he needed it I’ve got enough set aside to keep me, I reckon, for my few years. And here’s what you gave me;—although, Grace —of course, John, I want enough used to put Grace and the baby away. The rest is yours.” He stood looking at her dumbly, as thick bundle of folded papers, green, brown, pale pink. igL; “I got the bank to keep them for me,” she said simply. “It is what you gave me—when —when I left here—" He still stood looking at her, choking. “Laura!” said he. “Has God come to my aid? This —I can’t believe it! It’s a million dollars! It’B a million dollars!” His voice rose, breaking almost to a shriek. "It’s a— It's —a— million —dollars!” • “Well, take it, John, It’s yours; you’re welcome to It. I don’t want it. It’s done me no good. It’s done none of us any good. All I want is, that you should take care of Grace’s funeral, for that’s only right, John. She

CLIFF DWELLINGS VERY OLD

Head of Surveying Party Says Those of Utah Were Constructed Many Qenturies Ago. Cliff - dwellings more than 1,000 years old, and buildings of even greater age have been discovered in Utah, according to D. B. Miller, assistant supervisor of the general land office, who has been at the head of a surveying party in that state for the last ten months. "The cliff dwellings tfe found in Utah undoubtedly are many hundreds of years old,” said Mr. Miller to a Washington Post reporter. “They were doubtless built by the Montesuma Indians. TheSfe Indians also built on the mesa lands and many interesting structures were found Deneath the surface of these lands. In Utah are three natural bridges that are more wonderful than the natural bridge of Virginia. "AH are wider and two considerably higher than the Virginia bridge. One of these bridges has a span of ,more than 200 feet and the arch is more than 100 feet from the ground. If seems almost to have been made by man. White persons rarely have visited these wonders of nature. "The Navajo Indians in Utah are of course well acquainted with all these things. The Navajos are essentially superstitious. They do not mingle much with the whites, and. few of them speak ffihg)lsh.. When one is found who can speak English It is pretty certain he is a sharper.

was ray girl, my baby! Take care of her. John, I have got to go backhome!” • * In the next ensuing moment or so, what swift changes now were wrought in the late despair of out friend and hero, Mr. John Rawn,, master of the International Power Company, already in imagination controlling in good part the destinies of a people—the great John Rawn, philanthropist, kindly employer, wise friend of the less favored ones of earth; the beneficent, kindly, Omnipotent Why had he despaired, why had he ever doubted, why had he ever set himself even momentarily apart from that original destiny which always he had accorded to himself? Was he not a leader —had he not been devised to be sa in the plans of the immortal gods, ages ago 1 ? Was he not one of the few select ones assigned to rule his fellow-men? John Rawn stood before the old, gray woman, and scarcely heat'd her last words. He sighed deeply. His §elf-respect was coming back to him in waves, great, recurrent waves. At last a smile crossed his face. The imperious glance of the bm-n ruler, of one better than his fellow-men, the look of the man set apart and licensed to rob and rule—returned once more to his eye. “It’s a million dollars!” he cried aloud, exultantly, once more. It’s God has sent it to me! I’ll take it as a sign. Watch me in the moruing! I’ll make them hunt their holes yet By God! I will!” “John, John, you mustuA swear, it isn’t right! John!” “I beg your pardon—er—er—Laura,” he rejoined, with fine condescension, every instant now becoming more himself. “In fact, I want to thunk you—it’s clever of you, I must say. It isn’t every woman who’d have done what you have done, I’m sure.” “Why wouldn’t they, John? It Isn’t money a woman wants to make her happy. I’ve tried that, Grace tried it. It doesn’t work. It takes something else besides money, I reckon. We're lucky when we find that, any of us, I reckon. If we- don’t, we’ve got to take just what God gives üb. But money doesn’t buy everything in the world. John, sometimes I think it buys about as little as anything you can think of!” She pulped just a little in her thin throat. “All the same,” said he firmly and generoukly, by this time almost fully the great John Rawn once more, “it was very decent of you, Laura.’ “Well, never mind about that, John. It was you who made It. I never did understand how you earned it so fast. I’m glad if it will do you any good. And see, John,” she added shyly, fumbling again In her bag, “I brought you a little present, John. I’ve been doIngL these, you see. I make quite a lot out of it. I never used any of that money you gave me, at all —I did these things—the way I did before, when we were getting our start together, John, you know. I thought—maybe—you’d like a paiß.”_. She held out to him a pair of braces, embroidered carefully in silks. He took them in his hand. She also looked at them closely, in professional scrutiny, her steel bowed spectacles on nose. She pronounced them good. “But,* John,” she added curiously—“you know, whilfe I was up there, doing what I could for Grace and the baby—lt seemed to me like as If I heard some funny sort of noiß'e down here—something like a Bhot What was it?” “It was some of those confounded laboring people,” said John Rawn, frowning. “Yes —they came here after Halsey.” “Well,” said John Rawn, “Halsey— Charley Halsey—you remember him, I believe? Well, they shot him. —“Good-night, Laura,” he added suddenly, and held out his hand to her, generously, nobly. “I’m very sleepy. I’ve been up so long—and I’ve a lot to do to-morrow. After all, there’s no use in our having hard feelings. Good-by.”

“My party went into Utah to survey the public lands early last April and remained there until October. During the entire time not a drop of rain fell, and it is curious that all the time we were in that country we were followed about by an old Navajo medicine woman, who persisted in telling the Indians that so long as we stayed there no rain would come. “We paid no attention to her of course, but we had to give her a thought when on the day we broke camp, within a few hours after we left the Indian lands a terrific storm arose that deluged the whole country. I suppose that the old medicine woman is looked upon by her companions as a supernatural creature.”

Chippendale’s "'Eavy Period.”

An art lover who happens to be “well up” on early English furniture chanced to visit a Fifth avenue gallery recently, and the youthful English salesman was especially desirous of his inspection of a cabinet which he called a “fine bit of Chippendale.” The caller’s more practiced eye told him the piece in question was of modern manufacture and painted, so he simply remarked, "I dottlt care, for it” "Really,” repUed the salesman, “I’m a bit surprised, as we consider it a fine example. May I ask why you don’t care for it?” “Oh—l don’t know," said the caller. “It’s rather ponderou* lor Chippendale.” “Bdt said the salesman, “this belongs to Chippendale’s ’eavy period.”—American Art News. f

RUSSIAN IMPERIAL HUNT

WHEN It happened to be my good fortune to be the' guest for a fortnight of Prince Golitzine, the Master of the Russian Imperial Hunt, I knew that I had an interesting time before me. Leaving the Warsaw station in St. Petersburg, a threerquartera of an hour’s run sufficed to cover the distance to Gatchina, some thirty odd miles, where are situated the imperial kennels. Gatchina, it may be mentioned, is a garrison town, adjoining which is the magnificent park in which are situated the prince’s hunting box, the kennels and a fine Bet of buildings housing the bunt staff. Without doubt the most interesting feature of the kennels is the magnificent pack of wolfhounds, more commonly known in England as Borzois, writes a correspondent of Country Life. It is doubtful if anywhere in the world so large and fine a collection exists, there being all told some sixty couple; In addition also are twenty couple of English foxhounds, not used in their normal capacity, but in connection with the hunting Of the wolf. Besides these are to be found eight couple of very handsome bearhounds, massive animals of a breed which is rapidly becoming extinct. Within a few hundred yards of the kennels are to be found the stables, in which are kept about one hundred horses used both for riding purposes and for the troika. Big Bison Preserves. One of the most interesting and unique features, however, in connection with the hunt is the bison preserves, one of the very few in existence and probably the finest, since the animals thrive so much in their natural surroundings that they breed freely, and thus maintain their numbers and high standard. The preserve contains over a hundred of these fine animals. What strikes the visitor to Russia in the hugeness of everything. The . statues, the streets and the spaces all are vast Then most other undertakings are carried out in a big way, and a pheasant shoot is no exception to this. It is nothing out of the ordinary for forty to fifty sleighs to be In commission to convey guns and beaters from point to point. It should be mentioned that the distances from one beat to another on the royal preserves are often very great. The average bag on a royal shoot may number anywhere between fifteen hundred and two thousand cocks, the hens are never shot. The Imperial pheasant shoot is most picturesque, the costumes and cries of the beaters making it particularly unique. The Wolf Hunt. The royal estate is well stocked with hares, mostly imported from Ireland. At the game time, they assume a white coat In the winter, as do their native brethren. Both foxes and lynx are to be occasionally found in these parts, and are much prized when bagged, but they are gradually becoming scarcer, and to hunt them with any certainty of sport means traveling into wilder and more rugged portions of the country. The same also may be said of the wolf, and to hunt him now means a considerable journey from the kennels. Some years ago these hunts, were carried out on a magnificent scale, special trains being chartered for the epnvenience of the huge army of guests,' beaters and keepers. Most of these big trips have, however, been dropped since the revolution in 1905. The method adopted to hunt the wolf }s Interesting, fhe' hunt takes place only in the winter months. After the place where the animal is lying up has been located by his tracks that part of the forest is “ringed” off and preparations made. The field remain mounted In the vicinity, ffiost of them holding three Borzoi hounds apiece in the slips. Foxhounds are now thrown ipto the foreßt to make him break covert, and then Is to be heard a medley of sounds and cries strange to the English ear. At last a rustle is heard, and as the Wolf breaks covers the three Borzois most conveniently placed are slipped on to him. After this follows an exciting rough and tumble gallop for the field. Should the quarry to be able to stay for two miles, he win probably have shaken off the Borvois by that time. In mopt Instances, however, they puli ' > >- • * * • /. .* \ 'I ■ i

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him down, and although unable to hold him, can make some little impression on his tough skin. On the arrival of the first horseman he is dispatched or, as is more often done nowadays, he is tied up and muzzled. Then he is carted away and, after being on view for two or three days, is once more released. . Generally speaking, an old wolf can beat bdiihds on equal terms in most instances, so on Borne occasions slightly different tacticsare adopted, the field sitting in their troika sleighß in which the Borzois are concealed at various points around the forest. As soon as he breaks covert the troikas start off, chasing him over the snow perhaps for as many as twenty miles before showing signs of distress, then at the right moment hounds will be slipped on to him from the troika. By these methods, of course, the hound is given a great advantage. Prince Golitzine relates how on one occasion, after hunting an old warrior for thirty miles apparently half-dead and with bleeding mouth and drooping ears he took a new lease of life and managed to outdo three freshly-slipped hounds. This gives some idea'of the marvelous Staying power of the wolf. It may be mentioned that in Russia the fox and the lynx are both shot, first of all being ringed in the same manner as the wolf, and It is a curious sight to see the heaters in their grey overcoats lined with sheepskin and wearing snow-shoes if the snow lies deep. The guns take up their positions at about eighty yarda apart, each placed behind a white screen, matching the snow as nearly as possible. As soon as all is ready the shooting begins and the hunt is started. The gun that secures a fox or lynx on sueh a beat may consider himself lucky. Elk and bear are sometimes found in this district, though they are now becoming v#ry scarce. In connection with the hunt and in .an adjoining park are to be found wapiti, red and roe deer. The czar, as is well known, is a lover of all kinds of sport Duties of state, however, allow him comparatively few opportunities. Of one kind of sport he is particularly fond, and that is of shooting the capercailzie in the spring.

Gotham Is Interested.

A wealthy woman of Chicago announces an Intention to adopt and to raise in one houshold as afi equal family 15 children chosen from as many races. Negroes, Arabs, Chinese, Semites, Malays, are to be included, as well as members of the various Aryan peoples. It is the expectation of the foster mother that they will grow up as brothers and sisters and that she will hive an impartial love for them all. As the Chicago family is designed to test' the effect of environment in shaping the characters of children of different races, it is to be regretted it cannot be tried out under better conditions than are now possible. The foster mother may teach equality in the home, but when the young playmates go out upon the streets and to the public schools, how will it fare with the home teaching against the almost universal prejudices of those they will meet there? —New York World.

Walker Whiteside, in -his barnstorming days heralded as “the only actor who ever played Hamlet at .Hamlet’s age,” has in late years come Into his own, and those who once laughed at his presumption now bow to his artistry, so it can do no harm to recall an old Eugene Field pun at his expense. When Field was on the staff of the Denver Times young Whiteside passed that way on one of his boy Hamlet tours, and the gentle humorist wrote of bim: “Mr. Walker Whiteside acted' ‘Hamlet’ at , the Tabor Grand last night He acted till IS o’clock.

“What are ‘diplomatic circles f” asked the girl who was reading the newspaper. j,. “There are different kinds. One prominent style of ( diplomatic circle la the conversation which keepe getting around to precisely where It began.” -' . .

His Acting.

Circles.