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She stood motionless with a look of mute agony on her fair young face, watching Stuart talk to Bivens's wife. His finger slipped from the trigger and his hand loosed its deadly grip. "Have I forgotten my baby!" he cried in sudden anguish. And then another vision flashed through his excited brain.
On Bivens's arrival at college, a particularly green freshman, Stuart had discovered a group of his classmates hazing him. They had forced the coward's son to mount a box and repeat to the crowd the funny stories about the "valour" of his father. The boy, scared half out of his wits, stood stammering and perspiring and choking with shame as he tried to obey his tormentors.
To ask me to give him a pension for robbing me of a case of jewels? I've accused every drunken servant in the house of the act. Shall I send one of them to the penitentiary and give the real thief a medal for his skill?" "I only ask that you allow me to return the value of your jewels and drop the whole affair." Bivens's eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened viciously.
But I'm leaving this building by my neighbour's roof this morning. You don't want to forget, Jim, that the rabble for whom even Christ lived and died, shouted in his face at last 'Crucify him! Crucify him!" Stuart smiled at the incongruous farce of Bivens's familiarity with the Bible yet there was no mistaking the fact of his emotions and the sincerity of his religious faith.
The price of living has been increasing steadily with the organization of each industry into a trust. Where will it end?" Bivens's eyes narrowed to the merest points of concentrated light, while an amused smile played about them as he listened patiently to the doctor's tirade. When at last the big figure towering above him paused for breath, he remarked quietly: "The trust is here to stay, Doctor.
The Italian gardeners were working on the flower beds the little man loved. The great swan-like form of a Hudson River steamer swept by, piling the white foam of the clear waters on her bow, bearing high on the side the gilded name of a man who was once Bivens's associate in great ventures, but who was now wearing a suit of convict's stripes behind the walls of a distant prison.
In a moment Bivens came out and led his wife to a seat which had been reserved near his. One of the things which had increased Bivens's nervousness was the fact that the judge ignored his presence in the court room. He had been accustomed to deference from judges.
Quick as a flash the old man's hand was on the telephone and his broker on the floor of the Exchange was executing the order. As the noon hour drew near the doctor's heart was beating like a sledge hammer. Bivens's programme had been carried out to the letter.
Ten millions in gold would make good every liability of Bivens's banks. When Stuart had satisfied himself of the accuracy of the count, he stood gazing at the queer looking piles of yellow metal and richly tinted paper, stunned by the attempt to realize the enormous power over men which it represented.
"Yes," the financier fiercely replied. "And yet you say that you are a Christian well, see to it your Master says: "'He that saith I 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." A murmur of applause rippled the crowd, and a muttered oath fell from Bivens's livid lips.
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