Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1912-12-05

they rested on an exquisite miniature
of Nan which nad been painted just
after her marriage He forgot the ten
black years OF loneliness and struggle,
lie 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
in vain TO separate her from the strug-
gle or character and principle he was
lighting with Biveus
When Bivens entered he found his
tall figure bent low in the chair and a
scowl on his face The little black eyes
sparkled with the certainty of victory.
He knew the poison WAS ut work and
its wine had found the soul
"Ncw, jim. down to business, You
can see that have the cash What
| must have to do the big thing I've
dreamed is a right hand man whom
can trust with my money. my body
and my soul He must he man with
brains and farseeiug 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 Il heart of steel. Come
in with me. Jim. for all you're worth.
With all your brain and will and per.
sonality. without n single reservation
and I'll give YOU a partnership of one
fourth interest in my annual income
and III guarantee that II shall never
be less than a million a year
Stuart spranS to his feet and stared
at Bivens. gaSpin2.
You mean thiS-are' you serious!
expected the offer of generous salary.
Cal, but this is simply stunning"
Il told you Id make YOU a PROPOSE
ton 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 world
/ struggle for financial supremacy. This
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
moment
somebody's going to be master here,
Jim" he repeated. land it's not going
to be mob. the stupid, bowling. slob,
boring thing that clutched at your
throat that day in front of my bank"
NO"
Nor will il be clumsy soulless cor
poration called a 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 mana man on whose imperial
word will hang the fate of empires
met the king of America the other
day in this panic He sent for me.
You can bet | answered the call. He
made me eat dirt and swear that
liked the taste of it. But III get even
with him yeti
/ Two livid spots suddenly appeared
on the swarthy cheeks and be choked
| into silence for moment continuing;
1.-The world is waiting for its real
master-not a multi-milionaire, but the
coming Millionaire. The king Of kings
| is vet to come If ! had been ready
! in this panic with the capital | have
today | could have made billion.
With the power and experience ! now
! have and one such man as you on
whom ! can depend I'd double my
fortune every year. That means that
in five years will be Millionaire,
and only forty-two,
"a billion dollars will double itself
in seven years. At fortytwo I'd be
worth billion At forty mine I'd
have two billions At fifty eight I'd
be worth four bilions-and just old
enough to really begin to do things.
Give me one billion answerable to
my will alone and | can rule this
nation Give me four billions and
no king or emperor. president or par
lament on this globe dare to make
peace or war without consulting me.
How long could this republic stand
/ If such man should see tit to change
it's 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 II 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 low.
| passionate whispers. while his black
! eyes again became two points of fierce
| cleaning light
When the crucial moment came for
! Stuart's manhood to answer. the
speech of brave denunciation died on
his lips. At the door of this yellow
empire. mightier than kings In purple
rule. his conscience halted, hesitated
and stammered. He found himself,
in spite OF honor and character. for