The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-02

his millions to the vaults below. It would take hours to complete the task He could henr the deep vibrant ring. of the gold, as the men dumped it into bags.
 As he listened to the curious sound he began 6imly to realize that the foundations of his life and character were being undermined There could be no mistake about it, although he had made some brave talk to Bfvens' face as he stared at the daring display of his money.
 He lifted his eyes from the fire and they rested on an exquisite miniaturs of Nan which had been painted just after her marriage. He forgot the ten black years of loneliness and struggle. He was standing before her again in all the pride and strength of those last days of passionate longing and bitter rebellion. His heart gave a throb of fierce protest against the fate that had robbed him of the one thing on earth he had ever really desired. He tried fin vain to separate her from the strug- gle of character and principis he wHs fighting with BivenS-
 When Bivens entered he found his tall figure beat low in the chair and a scowI on his face. The little black eyes sparkled with the certainty of victory. He knew the poison was at work and it's wine had found the soul
 'sNow, Jim, down to business! You can see that have the cash What I must have to do the big thing I've dreamed Is a right hand man whom I can trust with my money, my body and my soul He must be 8 man with brains and farseeing eyes A man who will fight to the death and be loyal with every breath, who will work day and night, man of iron nerve. iron muscle and a heart of steel. Come in with me, Jim, for all you're worth, with all your brain and will and per sonality, without a single reservation. and I'll give you partnership of one fourth interest in my annual income, and I'll guarantee that it shall never be less than a million a year. Stuart spPang to his feet and stared at Bfvens, gasping.
 tfYous mean this-are you seFiOus1 I expected the offer of a generous salary, Gal. but this is simply stunning.''
 'I told you I'd make you a proposi- tion so big and generous you couldn't get away from it. But mind you, I've the best reasons for making it. We are entering the last phase of 8 world struggle for financial supremacy. This z country is to be the real center of modern power. We must become and will become quickly the economic masters of the world. When that hap pens somebody is going to be master here"
 Bivens rose and paced back and forth q moment.
 Somebody's going to be master here, Jm," he repeated, 'sand it's not going to be 8 mob, the stupid, bowling, siob- bering thing that elutched at your throat that day in front of my bank.'
 "No."
 .'Nor will it be clumsy soulless cor poration called trust either, a thing that can be badgered and hound ed by every hungry, thieving politician who gets into office The coming mas ter of masters, the king of kings will be a mana man on whose imperial word will hang the fate of empires. I met the king of America the other day in this panic. He sent for me. You can bet I answered the call. He made me eat dirt and swear that I liked the taste Of it. But I'n get even with him yet!'
 Two hvid spots suddenly appeared on the swarthy cheeks and he choked into silence for moment, continuing
 ~"The world is waiting for it's real master-not millionaire. but the coming millionaire. The king of kings is yet to come. If I had been ready in this panic with the capital I have today I could have made billion. With the power and experience now have and one, such man as you on whom I can depend I'd double my fortune every year. That means that in five years l will be d millionaire, and only forty-two-
 ''A billion dollars will double itself in seven years. At forty-two I'd be worth billion. At forty nine I'd have two billions At fifty eight I'd be worth four billions-and just old enough to really begin to do things.
 'tGive me one billion answerable to my will alone and I can rule this nation Give me four billions and no king or emperor, president or par liament on this globe dare to make peace or war without consulting me
 How long could this republic stand if such a man should see fit to change its form? Even now our petty million aires buy courts and legislatures, and the control of great cities. But the new king would know no limitations to this power. If Europe now cringes at the feet of our present millionaire ! king of Wall street. emperors beg his favor and princes wait at his door, what could the real ruler of the world do?''
 Bivens' voice again sank into tow. passionate whispers, while his black eyes again became two points of fierce gleaming light.
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