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Bivens next answered an advertisement for a strike-breaker to light street lamps, and for a person to distribute handbills at a pay of seventy-five cents a day. But his luck had changed; he never got another reply to any answer to a help-wanted "ad." But I once knew a man who put a help-wanted "ad" in the paper. He ran a hotel, and he advertised for a clerk.
Bivens bowed with exaggerated courtesy to the great man, introduced him and said with a quiet sneer: "The kind that makes me really sick is the patriotic poser. I suppose it was because my dad wasn't a very brave soldier." He laughed quietly. "Remember the day you knocked those brutes down at college for forcing me to make a speech in praise of my father's heroism?
"They can't move her against this wind!" "Will they go to sea?" Bivens asked, with some anxiety. "No, they'll bring up somewhere on a mud flat or marsh in the bay on this low water, but God help them if they can't fight their way back before flood tide." "Why?" Bivens asked, incredulously. "They'd freeze to death in an open boat to-night." "Norwegian sailors? Bosh! Not on your life!
When she had gone and he heard her door close, he stood for a moment, lost in thought, and then slowly exclaimed: "And now I've got to surrender." The bitter reference to Bivens and the crime of his corner in wheat had roused Nan's lighting blood. She would accept the challenge of this rabble and show her contempt for its opinions in a way that could not be mistaken.
Bivens, yes " "Why, how did you know?" she asked with a start. "Dr. Woodman has just received an important letter from him dated here, and he asked my advice about it." "Oh " "Where's Nan?" Stuart asked, with sudden anger in spite of his effort to keep cool. "Why, she's giving a little box party at the theatre to-night " "And our mutual friend, Mr. John C. Calhoun Bivens, is presiding?"
"Well, Bivens, what can I do for you? I understand from your note that the matter is important." "Of the gravest importance to us both, Doctor," he answered with a smile. "For a peculiar personal reason I want us to get together and settle our differences." "Are there any differences between us? You go your way and I go mine. You run your business to suit yourself and I'll do the same.
Bivens secretly built him a hospital, endowed it, and gave a fund to found a magazine to proclaim his gospel. It took two years to thoroughly break him so that she could always be sure that his nails were trimmed and his clothes in perfect style.
Bivens said, contemptuously, "I can throw a stone to her from here." "Get in!" Stuart commanded, "And lie down again flat on your back." Bivens obeyed and the desperate fight began. He made the first few strokes with his oars successfully and cleared the shore, only to be driven back against it with a crash. A wave swept over the little craft dashing its freezing waters into their faces.
Bivens asked, fretfully. "We can fire a gun and the doctor can help us on board." "We can't go without the boat. The marsh is a string of islands cut by three creeks. The doctor has no way to get to us. Both tenders are gone." Stuart kept Bivens moving just fast enough to maintain the warmth of his body without dangerous exhaustion. The wait was shorter than expected.
Pride and ceremony, high words and courtesy cut no figure in this crucial question. Could I save him if I would? If I can, and don't, I'm a murderer." He turned quickly and retraced his steps. Bivens was crouching on his knees with his back to the fierce, icy wind, feebly striking his hands together. "Are you going to fight your way with me back to that yacht, Cal?" he asked sternly.
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