The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1913-07-11
are not chs result Of Ills Iuw, but the

results of the violation of law"
The speaker paused, drew close TO
the judge and then in low, lmpassioned
tones told as IL he were talking to a
father the story Of Woodmans life and
the events which drove him to madness
on the fatal night of his crime. In
flashes of vivid eloquence he described
the magnificent ball and drew In SOM
Der, heartbreaking contrast the desola-
ton and despair of a proud and sensi-
tive man made desperate by want and
ruin, the man who had given his blood
to his country and his daily life in an
unselfish ministry to the homeless and
friendlesS.
Il do not ask of your honor" he
cried in ringing tones, "the repeal of
the law against theft-thou shalt not
steal! only ask the suspension of
its penalty on this heartbrolSen man
until we can extend 1t to his oppressors
as we'll, until its thunder shall also
echo through the palaces Of the rich
thoH shalt not steall
THE man who has fallen was weak
and poor. The man who demands his
life Is rich and powerful. l ask for
heartbroken man another chance.
ask this court to suspend all sentence
against the poor bruised and bleeding
spirit that lies in tears at our feet
today"
The Judge wheeled in his armchair,
cleared his throat and looked out of the
window to hide from the crowd q
tear that had stolen down his furrowed
cheek.
He turned at length to Bivens' law
yers and quietly asked:
"Thc state insists on the enforcement
of sentence without mercy?'
Absolutely" was the sharp answer.
''This is your desire, Mr.. Bivens?"
the judge asked with some severity.
EYES," the financier fiercely replied.
"And yet you say that you are a
Christian. Well see to it, Your Mas
ter says:
"'He that saith love God and
hateth his brother is a liar Henry
Woodman, stand up! The judgment
of this court is that sentence in your
case be suspended so long as you obey
the law.
"And 1 may say to you, Henry
Woodman, that my faith Is profound
that you will never appear in this
court again. And if you ever need the
help of friend you'll find one if you
come to me. You are free man."
Stuart hurried the doctor out Of the
crowd. He had important work yet
to do. He determined that no story
of the scene should ever be printed in
New York paper. He would save
Harriet that too.
AS the court adjourned Bivens ours
ed his lawyers in a paroxysm Of help
less rage. Then he suddenly threw
his hand to his forehead, staggered
and sank to the floor.
A doctor who was near rushed to his
side and lifted his head into his wifes
arms.
"What Is It? Has he tainted, doc
torT' she whispered, glancing toward
the door through which Stuart had
just passed.
"He has had a stroke of paralysis.
madam, fear" was the answer.
Stuarts appeal to the New York pa
pers in behalf of Harriet was success
full. For a week he bought every
morning and evening edition and read
them eagerly. Not a line appeared to
darken the life Of his little pal
Bivens' illness shook the financial
world. The men who had professed
their friendship most loudly to his face
now sharpened their knives for his
wounded body. Every stock with
which his name was linked was the
target Of the most savage attacks.
The tumbling of values IN his securi-
ties carried down the whole market
from five to six points In a single day.
The great palace that had a few
nights before blazed with lights and
echoed with music, laughter. song
and dance and clinking glasses, stood
dark and silent behind its bristling
iron fence
Within the darkened palace the
doctors were supreme In his great
library they held consultation after
consultation and secretly smiled when
they thought Of the figures they would
write ON his bills They disagreed in
letails, but all agreed on the main
conclusion-that the only hope was
that he should quit work and play for
several years
When they made this solemn an
Aouncement to Bivens, he smiled for
the first time. 1t was too good a
joke How could he play? He knew
but one game, the big game Of the
man huntl He told his doctors he
would go to Europe and see If there
were doctors over there who knew
anything.
The shaking. miserable little 6gurt
staggered up the gangplank of q
steamer. He made a brave show OF
strength to the reporters whC
swarmed about him for an interview
and collapsed In the arms of his wits
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