The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-09-27
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II StaHO or -Iall WICU u3Ke common cause with the people I know that Bivens is a power now. He chooses judges. def1es the law. bribes legislatures and city councils and tnagines that he rules the nation. But the- SaFeleons Of finance today will be wearing stripes in Sing Sing to- nlorrow- X despotism of money can not be fastened on the people Of Amer lea. Only few years ago a great millionaire who lived in a palace on Fifth avenue holdly said to newspa- Per reporter. The public be d-d- Times have changed The lniilionaires nave begun to buy the newspapers and beg for public favor. We are walking on the crust of a volcano of public wrath am content to live and fight <cr-ths right win or lose, and play my little part in this mighty dramar'
 'Y had hoped you were tired of fight ing losing battle-'
 I'll fight this battle to finish and I'll win If God lives I'll win I'm so sure of it. my boy
 The doctor paused and his eyes flashed
 lin so sure of it that I'm not only going to refuse this bribe from Biv ems, but my answer will be a harder
  ger and more important suit for the dissolution of the American chemical trust" zsaa sa.
 Stuart slipped his arm5 around the older man with a movement of i'm stinctive tenderness.
 Look. here. doctor, I've lived in your home for fourteen years T and I've grown to love you as my own father. You must listen to me now. I can give no time to your suit. I am just enter ing on a great struggle for the people. Tremendous issues are at stake
 You'll go down wreck if you fail"
 Perhaps. but it's my duty.''
 Good boy.'' the older man cried, seizing Stuart's hand. You can't fail. That's why Pm going tps.risk all in my fight"
 But the cases are not the same.''
 No, I'm! old. and played out-my life's sands are nearly run, haven't much to risk-but such as I have I offer 1t freely to God and my coun- try. I envy you the opportunity to make greater sacrifice-and you ad- wise me to compromise for. paltry sum of money a righteous cause mere ly to save my own skin. I'm proud of you-proud that you live in my house, proud that I've known and loved you, and tried to teach you the joy and the foolishneS of throwing your life awayr'
 With a wave of his hand the sta1- wart figure of the old man passed out and left him breeding in sorrowful silence.
 He seized his pen at last. set his face like flint and resoIuteIy wrote his an sTer:
 Dear Nan-Your letter is very kind. I'll be honest and tell you that it has stirred memories I've tried to kill and can't hate to say no. but I nust-s sincerely.
 <is< JIM
 nnSfhee night following Stuart work ed lafe in his office developing his great case. He was disappointed in the final showing of the evidence to be presented to the grand jury. His facts were not as strong as he ex pected to make them
 At 10 o'clock he quit work and hur- ried home to refresh his tired spirit. with Harriet's music As he hurried up the steps he nearly collided with a handsome young fellow just emerg ing from the door. He was dressed we'll and he had evidently been calling on some one-perhaps on Harriet.
 Stuart let himself in softly and start ed at the sight of Harriets smiling face in the parIor doorway. His worst fears were confirmed. She was dress ed in a dainty evening gown and had evidently enjoyed her visitor.
 Stuart pretended not to notice the fact and asked her to play. As he sat drea ming and watching the rhythmic movement of her delicate hands he began to realize at last that his little pal, stub nosed, red haired and free kIed, had silently and Jnysterious1y grown into charming woman. She was twenry-four now, in the pride and glory of perfect young womanhood, and yet she had no lovers. He won dered why Her music, of course It had been the one absorbing passion of life And her eyes had always spar kled with deep joy at his slightest word of praise For the first time it had occurred to him as an immediate possibility that she might marry and sheir lives drift apart.
 A sweet comradeship nad grown be tween them He resented the idea of E break in their relations. Yet why should he? What rights had he over her lifef Absolutely none, of course. Who was that fellow? Where had he met him before?
 He rose with a sudden frown. Sure as fate-the very boy-the tall. dreamy looking -roungster who dances with Ser so many times that night ten years ago st her birthday party, She said he was too frail-that her prince must be strong Well confound him. he had got strong. Stuart said, with a studied indiffer- ence: Tell me. little pal, who was that