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Come in with me and we'll get it!" There was no mistaking the genuineness of Bivens's feelings. Stuart knew that he felt deeply and sincerely every word that he uttered. The first rush of his anger had died away and he begun to realize the pathos of the little man's appeal.
And I'm going to put them there." The assurance in Bivens's voice and the contagious enthusiasm with which he spoke impressed Stuart. Bivens was quick to recognize it and strike at once. "Before I present my plans I want to show you that I can make good my word. I have caused these reporters to be sent here to-day for the purpose of giving the widest publicity to the facts about my fortune.
Stuart sprang out and pulled the numbed man to his feet, half dragged and lifted him ashore. "Here, here, wake up!" he shouted in his ear. "Get a move on you, or you're a goner." He began to rub Bivens's ice-clad wrists and hands, and the little man snatched them away angrily. "Stop it!" he snarled. "My hands are not cold now."
Well, he had set his mind to it at last in time to reach the highest goal of success, if he so willed. For that he was thankful. As his cab swung into Riverside Drive from Seventy-second Street the sight which greeted him was one of startling splendour. Bivens's yacht lay at anchor in the river just in front of his house.
I've permission from the manager to meet you behind the scenes after the last curtain. Be sure to wait a moment before you go to your dressing room." "No, I'll see you in my room. I shall be so proud of it the star's room for one night at least! The maid will show you the way." "I will be in the Bivens's box, the second from the stage on the right. Don't forget to glance that way, now and then."
Van Dam bowed with grave courtesy, and when he was beyond the reach of Bivens's voice the little dark biographer went on: "Old Van Dam, the founder of the house, whose palaces now crowd Fifth Avenue, was a plain-spoken, hard-swearing, God-fearing, man-hating old scoundrel who put on no airs, but simply went for what he wanted and got it. He was the first big transportation king we developed.
"I see," Stuart laughed, "that's what you mean by the game." "Surely, my boy, it's the only game worth playing, this big red game of life and death with a two-footed human beast the quarry." Bivens's little swarthy figure suddenly stiffened and his black eyes flashed. He looked up the stairs and a smile lighted his face.
I am going to ask for justice under the higher law of man, whose divine code is yet unwritten, but whose day is surely dawning." The judge leaned forward with one hand on his cheek, listening intently to the young lawyer's quivering words. Bivens's face had grown livid with excitement, and he sat staring helplessly at the speaker.
The soft strains of an old piece of music steals into the darkened spirit, the shadows lift, the sun shines, the heart beats with life and the world is new again. On reaching his office on lower Broadway, Stuart rang Bivens's telephone, and the president of the American Chemical Company made an engagement to call at once.
"Go to the other!" "This is all right to-day, I tell you," Stuart replied. Bivens's face flushed with rage. "Look here, Jim, I've given in to you every day we've been down here. I'm going to have my way this time." He turned to the sailor who was running the tender's engine and spoke sharply. "Go to that other blind!" The sailor sprang to the wheel and the tender shot ahead.
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