Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1912-10-31


trust companyf"
You don't suppose would make
statement like that unless know it to
be true?''
How did you discover itT'
Very simply
Bivens stepped to one Of the great
steel safes and drew out manuscript
notebook of some 300 pages of type
written matter. On the back of the
morocco cover was printed IN plain
gold lettering: 1.-THE Private Life OF
No. $50"
He handed the volume to Stuart,
closed the safe and resumed his seat.
you may take that book with you.
Jim." he said quietly. ri trust to your
honor not to reveal its contents ex-
cept in the discharge OF your sworn
duty as an officer of the law. You viii
find in 1t the record OF the distinguish
ed presidents private life for the past
ten years without the omission OF a
single event Of any Importance.
Stuart glanced through the book with
amazement
How did you come into possession
or such facts?"
mo trouble at ALL" was the easy
answer at only requires little mon
ey and little patience and a little
care In selecting the right men for the
right job. Any man in the business
world who thinks he can do as he
pleases In this town will wake some
morning with decided jolt. The war
secret service which approaches per
lection. Not only do | tically
watch my employees until | know ev-
cry crook and turn of their lives, but
watch with even greater care the
heads or every rival firm Ii every de
partment Of the industrial world where
my interests touch theirs.
Il not only watch the heads Of firms;
| watch their trusted assistants and
confidential men. In that big safe q
thousand secrets lie locked whose rev
elation would furnish matter enough to
run the yellow journals for the next
Ave years. Modern business IL war.
the fiercest and most cruel the world
has ever known. It Is Of greater i'm
portance to a modern captain Of In
dustry to know the plans Of bis enemy
than It ever was TO the commanding
general of an opposing army"
Il see," Stuart responded thought
fully.
"There are men down there in the
street now" Bivens went on dreamily
"who are wearing silk hats today for
whom the prison tailor Is cutting suit
have their records In that silent little
steel clad room It's a pitiful thing
but it's life.
1.-The scarcest thing in New York to
/ day. Jim, is the man who can't be
/ bought and sold The thing that's be
| yond price in the business world is
/ character combined with brains
| That's why | made you the offer | did
! once upon a time 70 come in with me
| There are positions today in New York
/ with a salary or half a million year
waiting for men who can fill them. II
| I could find one man OF the highest or
der of creative and executive ability
who would stand by me in my enter
prises could be the richest man in
/ the world In ten years"
Stuart lifted bis eyes from the rec
ord he was casually scanning and
smiled into Bivens' dark, serious face
/ The look silenced the speaker. The
little man knew instinctively that Stu
art was at that moment weighing his
own life and character by the merciless
standard he had set up for others.
Judged BY conventional laws, he had
nothing to fear He was faithful
member of his church. He gave lib
orally TO its work and gave generous
~ to a hundred worthy charities he
loved his wife with old fashioned 10y
atty and tenderness and grieved that
she was childless. He stood by bis
friends and fought his enemies. asking
no quarter and giving none
Yet In his heart of hearts he knew
that. however loftily he might dis
course at present about character
honor" integrity and flair deal
ing. lie ns5I S4btEn hA1 A1Aa@AA@%
his big hearted employer. Woodman
with which he had laid the foundation
of his fortune. 1t was the first hall
million that came hard. 1t was this
first half million that bore the stain Of
shame.
His other questionable acts on vhicf
the fate OF millions had often hung III
had no difficulty in Justifying. 6usl
ness was war.
Bivens waited for Stuart to speak
The moment was one big with fate
Stuart was about TO reach decision
that would make history. NO on'
knew 50 we'll its Importance as I'M
keen intellect that cleaned behind m
little black eyes watching with tire
less patience. Below he could hea
the roar Of the city's life. Men bougn
and sold with no fear OF tomorrow
Yet 3 single word from the lips OF IN
fall. clean shaved young officer OF Tn,
law and a storm would break wh'cl
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