The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-04

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 ing blood. She would accept the challenge of this rabble and show her contempt for it's opinions in a way that could not be mistaken. She determined to give an entertainment whose magniicence would startle the social world and be her defiant answer to the critics of her husband. At the same time it would serve the double purpose of dazzling and charming the imagination of Stuart She would by a single dash of power end his in decision as to Bivens's offer and bind with stronger cords the tie that held him to her.
 Her suggestion was received with enthusiasm by her husband.
 ''An right he said excitedly, 'beat the record. Give them something to talk about the rest of their lives. don't mean those poor fools in Union square. Their saving is pathetic. I mean the big bugs who think they own the. earth, the people who think that we are new corners and that this island was built for their accommoda- tion. Give them a knock out"
 Nan spared no expenditure of time, money and thought to the perfection of her plans. She employed a corps of trained artists, took them to her home, told them what she wished and they worked with enthusiasm to eclipse in splendor New Yorlz's record of lavish entertainments-but always with the reservation which she had imposed that nothing be done that might violate the canons of beauty and good taste.
 The long dreamed night came, and her guests had begun to arrive.
 One was hurryfng there to whom no engraved invitation had been sent, and yet his coming, was the one big event of the evening. the one thing that would make the night memorable.
 The confession of love for Stuart which Harriet had sobbed out in her fathers arms had been the last straw that broke the backbone of his fight against Bivens. In burst of gener- z ous feeling he made up his mind to eat his pride, drive from his mind every bitter impulse and forget that he had ever hated this man or been wronged by him. He could see now that he had neglected his little girl in the fight he had been making for other people and that her very life might be at stake in the struggle she was making for the man she loved.
 Bivens had once offered to buy his business He had afterward made him a generous offer to compromise his suit. He had never doubted for moment that compromise would be accepted the moment he should see fit to give up.
 He instructed his lawyer to with draw the appeal before the day fixed for filing the papers. The lawyer raved and pleaded in vain. The doctor was firm. He wrote Bivens a gener- ous personal letter in which he asked that the past be forgotten and that he appoint a meeting at which they could arrange the terms of a final friendly settlement.
 The act had lifted a load from his heart. The sum he would receive, if but half Bivens' original offer, would be sufficient to keep him in comfort, complete his daughters course in music and give him something with which to continue his daily ministry to the friendless and the lowly. It was all he asked of the world now.
 He wondered in his new enthusiasm why he had kept up this bitter feud for the enforcement of his rights by law when there were so many more urgent and important things in life to do.
 He waited four days for an answer to his letter and receiving none wrote again. In the meantime the day for final action on his appeal had passed and his suit was legally ended. On the last day his lawyer pleaded with him for an hour to file the appeal suit and then compromise at his leisure. The doctor merely smiled quietly and re peated his decision: "Im done fighting. Eve something else to do.'' When Bivens failed to reply to his second letter he made up his mind to see him personally He was sure the