Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-06-27

other ten years as it has during the
past ten under your organizing the
human race will be compelled To make
still further progress. They will have
to move to another planet. Nobody
but a millionaire can live on this one.
a day of reckoning is bound to come"
| Rvens laughed. walked back To the
window and gazed down on the narrow
| streets below
a day of reckOning:" he exclaimed
| Look at those crawling lines Of men,
Jim. and think for a moment Of the
| the earth, each one fighting tooth and
, nail for his own kennel and the bone
that he claims. Think of the centuries
of stupid history back Of each genera
tion of those crawling things-their
selfish habits, as fixed as the color of
hair and eyes, their pride, their little
prejudices of race and creed-and talk
to me about days of reckoning and
revolution! Hurl yourself against the
mighty system of business that has
slowly built itself through the centu-
ries out of such material and YOU SIM
ply beat your brains out against a
granite wall"
We'll. | see something entirely diff
ferent," Stuart answered. las I look
on that slowly moving line Of men
down there. To me they symbolic
the eternal, the endless stream that
sweeps through time to whose life a
century is hut a moment You think
that YOU are one OF the mighty. BY
the signs on that table you are. And
yet, YOU could die tonight and that
black stream of humanity would flow
along that narrow street tomorrow as
ii does today and not one in all the
crowd would pause to look up at the
flag at half mast on your building.
One by one the mighty fall and are
forgotten and yet that crowd grows
denser its feet swifter, and the pres
sure of it's united life becomes more
and more resistless A hundred years
from now and your name will have
vanished from human memory. A mil
lionaire dies every day Nobody
knows. Nobody cares. Is such life
at its hest worth living? And yours is
never at his best. You can't eat much.
You don't sleep we'll and you can't live
beyond fifty-five."
Bivens's dark face grew suddenly
pale and his slender fingers touched
one of the piles of gold.
Don't talk nonsense, Jim, I'll live
as long as you"
And yet you turn pale when l speak
of DEATH"
Bivens suddenly drew his watch and
spoke with quick nervous energy:
Il must call those reporters and get
rid of them as soon as possible"
He gave the order, and in a few mo-
ments walked back into the room fol-
lowed by the newspaper men, half
dozen young fellows with clean-cu
eager faces.
Not one of them showed a pencil or
note book, but not feature of tn"
startling exhibition escaped their in
telligence. Every eye flashed with
piarning light. every nerve quivered
with sensitive impressions. Every
sight sound and smell wrote it's story
on their imagination-the Odor of the
flowers on Bivenss desk i'm the little
sitting room, the picture of his wife
beside them, the smell of the leather
on the walls, the touch of their hands
on the silent symbols of power lying in
yellow heaps-all found souls that
throhbed and lived and spoke in their
vivid sensational reports.
They looked at Bivens with peculiar
awe Stuart noted with smile that
one of them spoke loudly i'm the pres
encr of ninety millions of dollars.
All whispered except blase youngster
from the Evening Post. He dared to
articuate his words in mOdulated
tones. He seemed to regard himself
as sort of assistant high priest at
this extraordinary function. The 9TH
cr fellows unconsciously paid the tri-
butte of whispered awe to the great
god all true New Workers worship.
When Rivrns led them out at last
and returned To the room, he was in
high spirits
Now. JIM" he began hastily, IF YOU
have said all the bad things YOU can
possibly think about me. we'll get
down to business and I'll present the
big proposition You can't resist. AS
told you a while ago, I've just begun
To make money. Come into the next
room while my men remove the evil
| from our midst
He smiled lovingly at his treasures
as if in apology for his mOmentary
levity.
(To Be Continued)