The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-09-23

"rThe trust is here to stay" The nation is young. You say you be. Heve in God. We'll, see to it-a thou. sand years are but day to him! Among the shadows of eternity he is laughing at your follies- Nature in her long, slow, patient process is always on the side of justice.''
 .BiVens rose with a movement of i'm patience.
 ''I'm sorry you can't see your way to listen to any proposition from me. doctor. Pm a practical man. I wish to incorporate your business into the general organization of the American Chemical company on terms that will satisfy you"-
 ''Such terms can't be made, Bivens,' the doctor said impetuously. 'fYour purpose is to squeeze money out of the people-the last dollar the trade will bear. That is your motto I simply re- fuse. To you the city is merely a big flock of sheep to be sheared. while to me it's myriad sounds are the music of a divine oratorio. throbbing with tears and winged with laughter. call the people my neighbors-these hurrying throngs who pass me daily. Because they are my nefghbors they are my friends. Their rights are sacred. will not rob, naaim or kill them, and will defend them against those who would"
 Bivens merely shrugged his shoul ders and answered in measured. care fUl tones:
 Then I suppose I'll have to fight you whether wish 1t or not?'
 'fYes, and you knew that before you came here tonight You have heard that am beginning suit for dam ages against your company
 Bivens laughed in spite of himself. bit his lips and looked at the doctor.
 'T assure you had heard nothing of such suit. and now that I have it does not even interest me-
 Then may ask the real reason for this urgent call p
 'sYou may" was the cheerful re- sponse. And I will answer frankly. I am engaged to be married to Miss Nan Primrose. The wedding is to oc- cur in a few weeks. In some way she has learned of a possible conflict be- tween your interests and mine and asked me to settle them."
 ''And. may ask. why2 I don't even know Miss Primrose
 "A woman's whim perhaps Possibly because our mutual friend, MT. Stuart, lives in your home. and she feared to lose his friendship in the conflict which might ensue.''
 The doctor was silent a moment and gsared angriiy at his visitor.
 -@Bivens. you're Harp he cried in a sudden burst of rage.
 'I am your guest, doctor''-
 ''I beg your pardon. I forgot my self"
 'T assure you," the little hnancfer continued smoothly. that my inten- lions were friendly and generous. My only desire was to help you and nsake you rfch.''
 Again the doctors eyes blaaed with wrath. and he completely lost his self control.
 'fDash you! Have asked for your help or patronage? Its offer is an in- suit I want you to remember, sir, that picked you up out of the streets of New York i'll. hungry, out of work. friendless, and gave you your first job"
 Bivens, breathing heavily. turned, his face black with hate, and slowly said:
 9TH make you live to regret this in- terview, Woodman.''
 With contemptuous grunt the doc tor closed the door.
 When Stuart heard the door close and BiYens' step die away on the pave ment below he came down to see the doctor, haunted by strange vision From every shadow he saw Nan's face looking into his- He was not supersti- tious This impression he knew was simply picture burned into his tired brain by days and nights of intense longing It was the ghost of Mans faceold, white. pulseless. terrible in it's beauty, but dead.
 He paused in the lower hall and watched for moment scene between father and daughter through the open door of the library. Harriet had just bounded into the l room and stood beside the doctors l chair with an arm around his neck and 1 the other hand gently smoothing his l soft gray hair. She was crooning over l his tired figure with the guaintest little | mother touches J You look so worn out. papa, dear l What have you been doing?"
 "Something very foolish. I'm afraid. 1 just refused a fortune that | might have been yours some day"
 "Why did you refuse it?''
 Because I didn't believe it was l clean and honest. ''Then I shouldn't want it. I'd rather 1 be poor.'' The big hands drew the golden head | closer still and pressed a kiss on the | young forehead
 My husband will love me. won't 1 he? I shall not mind if I'm poor,'' she went on laughing as Stuart entered | the room
 Gro Be Continued)