The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-12-27

sick people-Ive got to do something
for them. I'm going to build palaces
for the lame, the halt, the sick. the
blind. I'm going to gather the great
men Of science from the ends of the
earth and set them to work to lift
this shadow from the world"
sudden pain seized and convulsed
his frail body and Stuart called the
doctors from the next room.
They stood by in helpless sympathy.
Cant you stop this painY' the f.
nancier gasped in anger What are
you here for? Am l not able to buy
enough morphine to stop this hellish
agony"
His family doctor bent andSsatd:
Your heart action is too low just
now, Mr.. Bivens. you can't stand it,
well, l can't stand this! Give it to
me, | tell your
The doctor took a hypodermic
syringe filed it with water and in
jected it into his arm
While Stuart watched the pitiful
trick. his eye wandered over the mag
nificent trappings of the room.
What irony of fater' he exclaimed.
Under his breath.
The sufferer stared and beckoned to
Stuart.
Handing him a key which he drew
from beneath his pillow he cried:
Unlock the right hand top drawer
of that safe, Jim-the door is open.
Hand me those bundles of stocks and
bonds and call those DOCTORS
Stuart complied with his request and
Bfvens spread the brilliantly colH'ad
papers on the white covering of his
bed, while the doctors drew near
Listen now, gentlemen" he began.
still gasping with pain. You're our
greatest living doctors, I'm told Well,
I'm not willing to die. l won't die-do
you hear? I'm only forty-nine years
old You see here thirty millions in
gilt edged stocks and bonds Well.
there are three of you. I'll give you
ten millions each to take this stone
off Of my breast that's smothering me
and give me FIVE years more of life"
The three men of science stood with
folded, helpless arms and made no eff
seen many men die It was nothing
new-and yet the pity and pathos of
this strange appeal found their way to
the soul of each. They never envied
a millionaire again.
They retired for another consulta-
ton. Stuart replaced the papers and
gave the key to Bivens.
ASK Nan TO come here a minute
he said feebly
Stuart walked to the door and whis
pered TO servant. When he return
ed to the bedside the dying man look,
ed up into his face gratefully.
You don't know how it helps NE
to have you near Jim. old boy. I'm
lonely Nan guess is i'll and broken
down. I've layished millions on her
I've given her all l possess in my will.
but somehow we never found happi-
ness. If l could only have been sure
Of the deep. sweet. unseIfsh love Of
one human soul on this earth. If
could only have won a girls heart
when / was poor, But | was rich.
and I've always wondered whether
she really loved me for my own sake.
1t least I've always thanked God for
YOU You've been a real friend. Our
hearts were young together and you
stood by me when-l-was-poo
An hour later when the covering
was turned back from the dead body
Stuart saw that the smooth little cold
hand lad gripped the key to his treas
ure5 in a last instructive grasp.
He looked again at the lump of cold
clay and wondered what was passing
in the soul of the woman who was
now the heir Of all his millions.
Why had she shown such strange
and abject terror over his death-an
event she had foreseen and desired?
i horrible suspicion suddenly flashed
through his mind He determined to
know at once.
As he had feared, Nan refused point
blank 10 enter the death chamber and
asked him TO come to her boudoir
He found her standing BY a win
dow. apparently calm. Stuart looked
N her a moment with curious de-
tached interest. Suddenly aware of
his presence she turned.
At last. at Iostt she cried in low