The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-08

that your formula for that drink was a prescription which 1 compounded years ago and which you often filled for me when I was busy. As a phy- ~ician could not patent such thing. You had as much right to patent 1t as any one else
 In other %ords,- Bivens interrupted roidfy inform me that you have always known that I stole from your prescription counter the formula which gave me my first fortune
 The fnancier began to speak with slow Eenomous energy:
 --I've let you ramble on in your
 maudIin talk. Woodman, because It amused me For years Eve waited your coming. Your unexpected ad- ~enG-fs- the sweetest triumph of this festival n3gfft-' '3 sSsS~
 He paused and a sinister smile played about his mouth The last time I aaw you I promised myself that I'd make yod come to inc the next time and when you did that you'd come on your hands and knees And I swore that when you looked up into my face zrovelin< and whining for mercy as you have tonight, I'd call my servants and order them to kick you down my doorEfepl''
 hG 1ShD50 dCfOSS tue 4AdSSAf9 11El top desk to touch an electric button.
 The doctors fist suddenly gripped the outstretched hand and his eyes slared into the face of the fnancier with the dangerous look of a madman
 You had better not ring that bell. yet he said, with forced quiet in his tones
 Your firade gives me an idea" said Bfvens- 'I want you to stay until the festivities end, and enjoy yourself Take a look over my house. It cost two millions to build it. and requires half million a year to keep it up. The butterflies those dancers are crush ing beneath their feet in my ballroom I imported from Central America at a cost of $5.o0o The favors in jewell ry shall give to my rich guests who have no use for them will be worth s25ooo. Remember that I spent three hundred and fifty thousand on this banquet, which lasted eigh. hours, and that I will see you End your daughter dead and in the bottomIess Dit before will give you one penny Enjoy yourself. it's a fine evening"
 Before the doctor could answer the fnancier laughed and left the room
 For long time the dazed man stood modonIess- He passed his big hand over his forehead in vague fnstfnc- tive physical effort to lift the fog of horror and despair that was slowly srangIing him.
 He felt that he was suffoca ting. He tore his collar apart to give himself room to breathe He thrust his hand into the hip pocket of his dress suit where he usually carried handker- chief and fslt something hard and cold
 It was a revolver he had been accus- toned to carry Of late in his rounds through the dangerous quarters of the city Without thinking when he dressed he had transferred it to his evening suit His hand closed over the ivory handle with a sudden fierce joy.
 'sFes-r I'll kill him in his ma agnificent ballroom to the strains of his own musicr' he said half aloud ''Pll give q 1t climax to his dance of death and the worm
 He quickly descended the stairs and saw Bfvens talking with his wife He didn't wish to kill him in her pres ence- and as he passed a Inxsk of hatred flashed from the little black eyes of the millionaire. He mRde up his mind ito Kill him at the moment the dance was at the highest pitch of gayety.
 The music began, and the dancers once more whirled into the center of the room and the crowd filled the space 1lnder the grand arch which led into She hall Bivens was the center of an a6iIniring group of sycophants and wor- shipfuI snobs. The doctors heart gave mad thFob of joy c His hour had come
 With quick strides he covered the space which separated them and with out a moments hesitation thrust his hand into his breast for his revolver Not a muscle or nerve quivered. His 1 finger touched the trigger softly and ] he gave Bivens 8 look which he meant l he should take with him into eternity. 1 R hen just beyond him he saw Harriet i ehe stood motionless with a look Of 1 mute agony on her fair young face. |! watching Stuart talk to Birens' wife.
 His finger slipped from the trigger, 1 and his hand loosed It's deadly grip
 Have I forgotten my baby?" he cried | m sudden anguish. And then another l vision dashed through his excited 1 brain < courtroom. prisoner, his l own bowed figure the center of thou 1 sand eyes wkile the jury brought in | their verdict
 His breath came in iabored gasps as Sne mad thought succeeded another. ! -Sor- he said hoarsely. 'T must | save her | must be cunning ! must | Huceeed-nct fail l must get what ] came here for must save my baby. My own fate is Of no importance. She Is everything
 Bivens had taken from him by fraud ! his formula destroyed his business and robbed him of all he possessed. The isw gave him power to hold it. He, too would appeal to the same power nnd fnla -Essf heInnged to him. No