The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-05-29

sick reople-Fve got to do something
for them. I'm going to build palaces
for the lame, the halt, the sick, the
blind I'm going to gather. the great
men of science from the ends of tho
earth and set them to work to lift
this shadow from the world"
\ sudden pain seized and cnnyulsed
his fraiI body and Stuart called the
doctors from the next room.
They stood by in helpless sympathy.
Cant you stop this paini' the f.
uancicr saspcd in anger. "What arc
you here for? Am not able to buy
enough morphine to stop this helli>h
agony?"
His family doctor bent and said:
Your heart action is too low just
| now, Mr. Bivens, You can't stand it,
"Well. can't stand this! Give It to
me, tell your
The doctor took a hypodermit
syringe. filed 1t with water and in
| jected 1t into his arm.
| While Stuart watched the pitifri
! u.
nlficent trapplnss OF the room.
What irony Of fate" he exclaimed
under his breath
The sufferer stared and beckoned II
Stuart.
Handing him key which he drew
from beneath his pillow he cried:
Unlock the right hand top drawer
of that safe, Jim-the door is open.
Hand me those bundles of stocks and
bonds and call those doctors"
Stuart complied with his request and
Bivens spread the brilliantly colored
papers OH the white covering Of his
bed, while the doctors drew near.
Listen now. gentlemen" he began,
still gasping with pain. you're our
greatest living doctors. I'm told Well
I'm not willing to die. l won't die-tlo
you hear? I'm only forty-nlne years
old, You see here thirty millions in
gilt edged stocks and bonds. Well
there are three of you. I'll give you
Off of my breast that's smothcring me
and give me Ave years more of Iife.'
The three men Of science stood with
folded, helpless arms and made no ef
fort to keep back the tears. They had
seen many men die. It was nothing
new-and yet the pity and pathos Of
this strange appeal found their way Il
the soul of each. They never envie.
millionaire again.
i They retired for another consnlta
ton. Stuart replaced the papers anf
gave the key to Bivens.
i "Ask Nan to come here minute.
he said feebly.
Stuart walked to the door and whis
} pered to a servant When he return
J ed to the bedside the dying man look
J ed up into his face gratefully.
You don't know how 1t helps m
to have yon near. Jim. old boy In
lonely Nan guess is i'll and broker
down I've lavished millions on hel
Eve given her all possess in my will
hut somehow we never found happl
ness, II could only have been sur
. of tho deep. sweet, unseltish love o
one human soul on this earth! II
could nnly have won girls hear
when | was poor But | was ricl
un,1 I've always wondered whcthc
she really loved me for my own sake
At least I've always thanked God fo
you You've been real friend On
hearts were Young together and yo
; stood by me when--I was poor
5 An hour later when the cOverin
! was turned back from the dead bod
Stuart saw that the smooth little col
hand had sripped the key to his trea'
] ures In last instructive grasp
He looked again ut the lump OF col
!. clay and wondered what was passin
: In the soul Of the woman who wa
2 now the heir of all his millions
$ Why had she shown such strans
5 and abject terror over his tleatil-i
b event she had foreseen and desired:
e \ horrible suspicion suddenly fiashe
through his mind He determined
e know ut once.
:. Az he had feared. Nan refused poll
blank to enter the death chamber AZ
asked him to come to her boudoir.