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SYNOP3S* )
CHAPTER I?John Raws is * ?* *j
Texas. Early In life hs shews signs ?
masterfulness and laordln&te selfishness
CHAPTER II?He marries Laura. Johnson.
He is a clerk Tn a flt Louis railway
Attce-Twben-his daughter Grace Is bonk
?sars~~ later ^he/hears Gracc's lovac. a
.yveag engiQQor. juuneu ^uo4i?> ,,
apeak of & scheme to utilise the lost curWWt
of electricity. With his usual un?tnBruk>u*nes*
he -appropriates the Idea
)M his own and induces Halsey to perfect
An experimental machine. He forms a
ompany, with himself as president at a
alary of HOO.OOO a year, and Halsey as
operintendect of the works at a salary
WJ5,?0?L
i CHAPFEft itt?itawn takes chhHT#
the .office in Chicago., Virginia Delaware,
a beautiful, capable and ambitious young
Toman, is assigned as his stenographer,
he assists In picking the furniture tad
wwrmon ror tne pnncety wausivu
Itawn has erected. Mrs. Rawn feels oat
?r place In the new surroundings.
'CHAPTER IV?Halsey goes to New
Tori with Rawn and Miss. Delaware to
rplaln delays in perfecting the new motor
to th? Impatient directors. He gets a
jnessage that a deformed daughter has
t>een bora to his wife, Grace Rawn. He
returns to Chicago.
CHAPTER V?Rawn bargains with Miss
Delaware to wear his jewelry and appear
?b public with him, as * means to help
Mm In a business way.
CHAPTER VI?Rawn Is fortunate la
oQeg no wealth and
attains prominence.
CHAPTER VTT?He frets because hi*
Jrife does not rise with him In a sodaj
way. He gives her a million dollars to
hart him. \
TER IX?Grace moves to Graynail,
and Halsey continue? to live j
in the cottage near the works.
CHAPTER X?Halsey's machine proves
ft success, but he keeps the fact a secret.
CHAPTE .* XI?Virginia Delaware becomes
more and more indispensible to
DsTxm TT<? taVps h?r to New York on a
business trip. Idle talk prompts him to
offer *ier marriage.
CHAPTER XII?They are married.
Through Virginia's tact and ability they
CJce a place for themselves In the social
CHAPTER. XTTT?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
ttovaccess of the Invention. Rawn, in a
great rage, threatens to kill him.
CHAPTER XIV?Halsey declares he
will never build another machine fo?
3taWn and slaps his'face. Virginia Rawn
oitercepts Halsey as he is leaving the
notfsfe and, with arms about his neck, implores
him to reconsider, because his decision
will rrin them alL
CHAPTER XV?Halsey tells Virginia
that he has abandoned his invention because
it would put a great power in the
haiids of a few to the detriment of the
many.
CHAPTER XVI?At Pawn's instigatioe
Virginia agrees to try to bring Halsey to
terms, no matter what it 'costs.
CHAPTER XVII?The directors plan to
get the control of the company away
from Rawn.
CHAPTER Xvill?Rawn goes to New
York to attempt to avert impending disaster.
The wolves of finance are cloning
In on him. Halsey closes the factory and
" a
takes up his residence ai vjraysiuiie uau,
wbei* his wife and daughter are seriously
111. He admits to himself that he loves
Virginia.
CHAPTER XTX?Rawn Is ruined financially.
Halsey and Virginia confess theh
love for each other. She says that was
the reason she could not carry out Rawn'i
orders. The butler overhears and tell*
% Hals^y's wife.
CHAPTER XX?Grace Mils herself ano
the child. The first Mrs. Rawn returns
to be with her daughter. Virginia and
Halsey tell Rawn of. their love for each
other, and that they intend ?to get married
as soon as Virginia can get a divorce.
CHAPTER XXI?A crowd of disgruntled
workmen call and accuse Halsey of
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DetrciyillK tnfirr. rxe is owi crnvx wj
cne of the mob.
CHAPTER XXII.
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The Great John Rawn.
Far off, deep in the underground reigions
of the city, at the focus of the 1
.republic's vast industrialism, the
(presses were reeling and clanging
I Again, heavy with their story of disaster.
The civilization of the da;
went OIL.
Somewhere out upon the mountain
tops, somewhere in the forests, the
(forces of nature gathered, marched od
toward the sea. Somewhere dumbly,
mutely, uncomplaining, the great rivei
And its mate, the great power, inter tellar,
not interjational?they two,
as he but now vauntingly had dreamed,
erstwhile silent partners of John
;Rawrn?did their,, work. . . . Foi
whom? . . . For what? Answer
^that? my brothers. The answer is
lyour own. As yci. and I shall speak
<in that answer, so shall Sur children
^at well, sleep we!', in days yet to
come, in this country which we still
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etui uur uwu, xiuw aii lu ii. ac uui o.
It was far past midnight when John
JRawn again came lown the stair, soibered
and whitened by what he had
seen In the death chamber. He tiptoed
now back *o the library door,
through which and beneath whose
silken curtains stiH there pierced a
Httle shaft of llgfc^ He opened the
dOor, peered in.
He saw Vfr^fnlr- Sitting there silent,
hite, unagi ated, faor features cameo harp,
her skin waxen, indeed marble i
white, a woman as motionless, as silent,
apparently as litue animate as
the one be had left behind him in the
death chamber beyond the stair. She
termed her eyes, not her face, toward
hiss, but did not speak. The edge of
her gown was moist, stained.
John Rawn looked in turn at the
long figure upon the couch, motionSees,
silent, Ms haztis IWded.
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oaee more away. Irresolution was in
ids soul, uncertainty.
Rawn was hardly sore ttet he still
Mvfld. that he still was the .tame John
Rawn he ore? bad known. It seemed
Impossible that all theae 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 blamelesr man. Why.
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power such as few men could equal;
had had. presently before hhn, power
none other ever could hope to equal.
That opportunity still existed. But
how now could he avail himself of that
opportunity, how cculd he go on to be
the great John Rawn, if this figure on
ttie 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.
Whv. he was penniless?he?John
Rawn! He was not even sure about
his wife, yonder. She had said things
tohim he could not understand, could
not believe. . .
He left the room, and walked still
farther down the hall, his head sagging,
his lower lip pendulous, his face
warped into a pucker of self-pity?so
absorbed, that first he did not heed
an approaching footfall. He paused
almost in touch of some one who approached
him in the half-lighted hall;
some one w?o was coming down the
stair and along the hall with steady
tread.
'There stood before him now the
same tall, gray-haired, unfashionably
? a* i
dressetj woman whom so recently ne
vaguely had noted at a distance in the
hall above; some woman apparently
busy with duties < onnected 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 tine, recollect
that he had seen her before. Yes, he
would reward her?he would express
his thanks.
He looked up ait her now sharply,
and gasped.
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"-Ltaura!" ne exciaimeu. is iu juu;
"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 aiea
this 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
stories in the papers. I thought I'd
tell her I was coming to her?and you,
John. She was nay girl, after all! I
knew she was in trouble."
"How did you know?"
"Why, she wrote to me, of course.
A girl always writes to Her motner
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 stood 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. Grace was
too ambitious. She'd got, here, what
she thought her husband couldn't get,
? flhp 'had to
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have. I might have told her better,
but I wasn't here. Not that I'm re- .
proving 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 but
trouble. And now you have come
here?"
"'Yes, I know; it must seem a little
queer to you, John; so I'm going rignt
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 found out 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?I 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 i
Knnt tou. although vou haven't heard ,
of me. You have moved up in the (
world, John, and as for me?well, T
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 i
of things about you. J heard that you
were ruined?that ydu hadn't a $61
laxJeJft in*H '&fc world]" J
"It's true," he growled; "as near
as I know, it's true. There is no 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 it breaks him just as quick, and a
lot quicker. It's done me, Laura. I'm
ruined. I haven't a thing left in the
world; not even my wife. Have you
come here to twit me with it? What
do I owe you, that I have to listen to
you?*'
1 "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
wpnt awav from here. But that wasnt
why I came back to-night."
"Then why did you come? You always
had the faculty, Laura, of doing
the wrong thing. You've been a curse
to me ali my life!"
; "Some of that's true. John," she an'swer?d
simply, "and a good deal isn't
Mtiybe I said the wrong thing some
ticiesf, or did tne wrong tning. 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. 1 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 I 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 Jonn nas
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
Vin 1 rrinrr Jionrl-hoff
"I might as well "w ish for the moon
as for a dollar," he said bitterly. "If 1
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
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"It's a? It's ? a? Million?Dollars!*
sometimes use for carrying change
in the marketing; but still continuing
her fumbling at the portly bag.
"Yes, if I had a half million I could
put this company on its feet, even yet
?the secret's out that Halsey had?
hut 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've been fighting me, Laura?
made 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 knows 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! '
"But 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 saia 01
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
at last she extricated from the bag a
thick oundle of folded papers, green,
brown, pale pink.
"I got the bank to keep them for
me," she said simply. "It is what you
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gave me?wuieu?hucji x jch, ?
He still stood looking at her, chok- j
ing.
"Laura!" said he. "Has God come
to my aid? This?I can't believe It!
It's a million dollars! It's 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'B Clone me BO gUUU. n a uuua uuuo
of as any good., All I want is, that
you should take care of Grace's fur
neral, for that's only right, John. She
was my girl, my baby! Take care of
her. John, I have got to go back?
home!"
In the next ensuing moment or so,
what swift changes now were wrought
to the late despair of our friend and
hero, Mr. Joliu uia&cer of the
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the destinies of a peopFe?the great
John Rawn, philanthropist, kindly employer,
wise friend of the less favored
ones of earth; the beneficent, kindly,
omnipotent John Rawn ? Why had he
I despaired, why had he ever doubted,
| why had he ever set himself even momentarily
apart from that original des'
tiny which always he had accorded to
himseif? Was he not a leader?had
he not been devised to be so in the
plans of the immortal gods, ages ago?
Was he not one of the few select ones
i assigned to rule his fellow-inen ?
John Rawn stood before the old,
cmv woman, and scarcely heard her
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last words. He sighed deeply. His J
self-respect was coming back to him
in waves, great, recurrent waves. At
last a smile crossed his face. The imperious
glance of the born ruler, of
one better than his feilow-men, the
look of the man set apart and licensed
to rob and rule?returned once more
to his eye.
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"It's a million uuua.rs; iic viieu
aloud, exultantly, once more. It's God
has sent it to me! I'll take it as a
sign. Watch me in the morning! I'll
make them hunt their holes yet By
God! I will!"
"John, John, you mustn't 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 thank
you?it's clever of you, I must say. It
isn't every woman who'd have done
mho* 17 rm ho VP Hon ft. I'm sure."
"Why wouldn't they, John? It Isn't
money a woman wants to make her
happy. I've tried that Grace tri6d
it It doesnt 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 us.
But money deesnt buy everything in
the world. John, sometimes I think
it buys about as little as anything
you can think of!'' She gulped just
a little in her thin throat
"All the same/' said he firmly and j
generously, by this time almost fully j
the great John Rawn once mor*. It !
was very decent of you. Laun?' ,
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"Well, never mind about : iouu. |
lt_wati you wiio maue it. i -j-<:
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And see, John," she added shyly, fumbling
again in her hag, "I brought you
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Ing these, you see. I make quite a
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money you gave me, at ail?I did these
things?the way I did before, when
we were getting o^r start to-renher,
John, you know. I thought?maybe?
you'd like a pair."
She held out to him a pair of braces,
embroidered carefully in s!":s. 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, while I was up there, doing
what I could for Grace and the
baby?it seemed to me like as if I
heard dome funny sort of noise down
here?something like a shot What
was it?"
"It was some of those confounded
laboring people," said John Ra^vn,
frowning. "Yes?they came here after
Halsey."
"Well," said John Rawn, "FaJ^sy?
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, thjre's
no use in our having hard feelings.
Good-by."
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