THE CITIZEN, TUESDAY, MAY 13, 1913.
PAGE SEVEN
TBEoaiOPEl
Copyright, 1911. by
PROLOGUE.
This remarkable tale, in which
each character is sketched from
life by a master hand, goes be
neath the surface of modern so
ciety and lays bare the canker at
the root. Like all Mr. Dixon's
work, it is a tale of American
life, essentially true in the picture
it draws and done with a swing
ing power which brings its dra
matic scenes home to us. The
splendid strength of the tale lies
in the conflict between James
Stuart and Nan, in which love
and greed of wealth struggle for
mastery.
CHAPTER I.
A Star Boarder.
T the end of u warm spring day
In Now York, James Stuart sat
In the open window of his
room on Washington square
smiling. With a sense of deep Joy he
watched the trees shako tho raindrops
from their new emerald robe and the
flying clouds that flecked the western
sky melt Into Beas of purple and .gold.
A huckster turned Into Fourth street
crying:
"Straw berries, straw berries!"
And tho young lawyer laughed lazily.
A flood of tender memories stolo Into
his heart from tho sunlit fields of the
south. Ho had gone bunting wild
strawberries with Nan Primrose on the
hills at home in North Carolina the
day ho first knew that bo loved her.
How beautiful she was that day in
the plain bluo cotton dross which fit
ted her superb young figure to perfec
tion! How well he remembered every
detail of that ramble over tho red hills
he could hear now the whlstlo of a
Bob White sitting on tho fence near
the spring where they lunched, calling
to hid mate. As Nau nestled closer
on tho old stile they saw the little
brown bird slip from her nest in a
clump of straw, lift her head and soft
ly answer.
"Look!" Nan had whispered excited
ly. "There's her nest!"
He recalled distinctly his tremor of
sympathetic excitement as her warm
hand drew him to tho spot With pe
culiar vividness ho remembered tho
extraordinary moisture of the palm of
her hand trembling with eager interest
as ho counted tho eggs twenty beau
tics. But above all memories stood
out one. As bo bent cloeo abovo her
he caught for tho first time In his life
the delicate perfume of her dark rich
hair and felt the thrill of its mystery.
"It's their Httlo home, Isn't it, Jim?"
she exclaimed.
"I hope I can build as snug a nest
for you some day, Nan!" ho whispered
gravely.
And when she stood silent and blush
ing ho made the final plunge. Looking
straight into her dark eyes ho had
said:
"I love j-ou, dear Nan!"
As shitfetood very still, looking down
In slUpKe, with a throb of fear and
acJMKi tenderness ho darca to sup ms
around her waist and kiss the
111 it a rwi iiiiitf 11 iiitMi ri?ii ni.ru w
berry stain In tho corner of her mouth.
In spite of her struggles ho laughingly
Insisted on kissing it away.
And then as a dreamy emtio stole
into her face she suddenly throw her
arms around bis neck in passionate
tenderness, returning with interest ev
ery kiss ho bad taken.
"Straw berries!"
Tho man looked up and drawled his
familiar cry.
"Yes, yes!" he shouted. "Two boxes.
Put them on tho stoop and koep tho
change!"
Ho threw tho man a silver dollar,
and tho whlto teeth of tho Italian sig
naled a smllo of thanks as bo bowed
low, lifting his dirty cap In acknowl
edgment. Nor was Nan's beauty merely a mom.
ry; it was tho living presence, tho
source of tho joy that filled his soul to
overflowing today, for sho had grown
more beautiful than ever slnco her
mother had moved to Now York.
Ho had always believed that tho real
reason in tho back of Mrs. Primrose's
Bhallow head for this move to tho
north had been tho determination to
break his engagement and mako a
more brilliant marriage for Nan, And
so when they left ho followed.
The mother had always professed for
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him unbounded loyalty and admiration,
but he had never been deceived. He
knew that Mrs. Primrose lied as she
breathed politely, but continuously
by hor Involuntary muscles. Day and
night since they had reached New
York she had schemed for Nan.
She had lensed .1 house in tho fash
ionable neighborhood of Gramercy
park, and to meet tho extraordinary
expense began a careful and systemat
ic search for rich young men to whom
sho could let two floors.
Stuart was sure in his heart that Nan
had never joined in those plans of her
mother, though ho had wished that she
might have shown a HlUo more
strength In resisting them.
Well, ho was going to win at last,
and tho world was full of music! He
had tho biggest surprise of life in
store for Nan, something no true wo
man's heart could resist Ho had suc
ceeded after Incredlblo difficulties in
secretly building a cottage by the sea
In Brooklyn. Its lawn sloped to the
water's edge, and a trim boat lay nod
ding at the dock. Neither Mrs. Prim
rose nor Nan had the faintest suspi
cion of what ho had boon doing.
Tomorrow he would lead his sweet
heart into this holy of holies of life,
tho homo love had built Ho could see
now the smllo of tenderness break
over her proud face as ho should hand
hor tho keys and ask her to flx tho
wedding day.
nis reveries wero broken by a timid
knock on tho door and a faint call:
"Jim!"
"Como in!" bo cried.
"You're not a bit glad to seo me,"
tho soft volco said. "I've been stand
ing out there for ages."
"Forgive me, Sunshine. I must have
been dreaming," Stuart pleaded, leap
Ing from his scat and seizing her band.
"I'm awfully glad to sec you!"
"Then don't call mo that naino
again," sho pouted.
"But Isn't it beautiful?"
"It would bo if my hair wasn't red
and I didn't havo freckles and was
older," sho protested, looking awny to
hide her emotion.
"But your hair isn't quite rod, Har
riet It's Just tho color of tho gold
in honeycomb," ho answered, gently
touching her disheveled locks. "Be
sides, those few littlo freckles are be
coming on your pink and white skin,
and you are nearly fifteen. Well, I'll
Just say, 'little pal.' How's that?"
"That's better," sho said, with a
smile and sigh.
"Oh, Jim, I've been so dreadfully
lonely sinco you wero away! I de
clare, Jim, I'll die If you go away
again. I Just can't stand It"
Stuart smilingly took her hand.
"Lonely, Miss Chatterbox, when that
big father of yours worships tho very
ground you walk on!"
"Yes, I know ho does, Jim, and I lovo
him, too, but you've no idea how
dreadfully still tho houso is when you
are gone. Oh, say, I want you to bo
a real boarder and et with us. Of
course you will."
"That would be very nice, dear, but
I'm sure your father would draw the
lino at a real boarder. I'd never havo
got this beautiful room with that
big old fashioned open flrcplaeo in your
homo if it hadn't happened that our
fathers fought each other in tho war
and becamo friends one day on a big
battlefield. Ifs been a second homo to
mo."
"Bo our boarder and I'll mako it a
real homo for you, Jim," sho pleaded.
"Ah you'll bo making a real homo
Bomo day for ono of those boys I saw
at your birthday party tho tall, dark
one, I think?"
"No. Ho doesn't measure up to my
standard."
"What alls him?"
"He's a coward. My hero must bo
brave, for Pm timid."
"Then it wlU bo that fat blond fellow
with a jolly laugh?"
"No; ho's a fibber. My prince, when
ho comes, must bo truthful. Ifs so
hard for mo always to tell tho truth."
"Then It will bo that droamy look
ing ono of fifteen you danced with
twicer
"No, ho's too frail. My hero must be
etrong, for I am weak. And ho must
havo a big, noblo ideal of life; for mine
is very small Just a Httlo homo nost
and a baby and the lovo of ono manl"
"I'm not suro about that being such
a very small ideal, girlie."
"But, oh, my! I'vo forgotten what I
camo running homo for. Papa sent me
to ask you to plcaso como down to tho
factory right away. Ho wants to see
you on a very important matter. It
must bo awfully important Ho look
ed so worried. I don't think I ever saw
him worried before."
"I'll go at once," Stuart said.
He strode rapidly across town to
ward the Bowery, through Fourth
street, wondering what could have hap
pened to break the accustomed good
humor of tho doctor.
The doctor had long slnco retired
from the practice of medicine as a
profession and only used It now as his
means of ministering to the wants of
his neighbors. His neighbors wero a
large tribe, however, scattered all tho
way from tho cellars and dives of Wa
ter street to the shanties and goat
ranges of the upper Harlem. Stuart
had never met a man bo full of con
tagious health. He was a born physi
cian. There was healing In the touch
of his big hand. Healing light stream
ed from his brown eyes, and his iron
gray beard sparkled with it His
presence in a sickroom seemed to fill
It with waves of life, and his Influence
over the patients to whom ho minis
tered was little short of hypnotic.
Stuart found the doctor standing at
the door of his factory, shaking hands
and chatting with his employees as
Uiey emerged from the building at the
close of a day's work. A plain old
fashioned brick structure just off the
Bowery was this factory, and across
tho front ran a weathorbeaton sign
which had not been changed for more
than fifty years: "Henry Woodman.
Manufacturing Chemist."
The doctor's father had established
tho business flfty-two years ago, and
tho son, who bore his father's name,
had succeeded to its management on
his death, which occurred just after
the return of tho younger man with
his victorious regiment from their last
campaign with Grant before Peters
burg and Appomattox.
He took Stuart's hand in his big.
crushing grip and handed him a letter,
which he opened and read hastily:
No. CO Gramercy Park.
To Dr. Henr7 Woodman:
Dear Sir I must havo nn answer to tha
proposition of tho American Chemical
company before noon tomorrow. After
that hour the matter will be definitely
closed. JNO. C. CALHOUN BIVENS.
April 2, 1S93.
Still looking at tho letter ho asked:
"What does it moan?"
"An ultimatum from tho chemical
trust. I'll explain to you when you'vo
seen something of my work tonight.
Tho first hour I want you to put in
with me at the dispensary."
Stuart's eye rested on the embossed
heading of the letter, "No. CO Gramer
cy park," and he slowly crushed tho
paper. It was the Primrose house,
Nan's home. Her mother had suc
ceeded. Bivens, tho new sensation In high
finance, sho had established as her star
boarder in Stuart's absence: Bivens,
his schoolma'to at college; Bivens, the
little razorback scion of poor white
trash from the south who had sudden
ly become a millionaire!
His blood boiled with rage. As ho
turned and followed tho doctor ho
laughed with sudden fierco determlna
tlon. Tho dispensary was Woodman's hob
by. Tho old fashioned drug store stood
on a corner of the Bowery, and in the
rear extension, which opened on the
side street he had established what he
laughingly called his "life line," a free
dispensary where any man needing
medicine or a doctor's advice could
havo it without chargo if unable to
pay.
For two hours Stuart saw him min-
ister with patience and skill to tho
friendless and tho poor; for each a
cheerful word and tho warm grasp of
his big hand with tho prescription.
The young lawyer watched with curi
ous interest tho quickened step with
which each one left The medicine had
begun to work before the prescription
was filled.
When tho last applicant had gone
Stuart turned to tho doctor:
"And what is tho proposition which
tho distinguished young head of tho
chemical trust has made you?"
"That I sell my business to them at
their own valuation' and come Into the
trust or get off the earth."
"And you, wish my advice?"
"Yes."
"What figure did he noma?"
"More than its cash value."
"Then you will accept, of course?"
"I would If there wero not some
things that can't bo reckoned In terms
of dollars and cents. If I tako stock
in tho American Chemical company 1
am a party to their methods, on heir to
their frauds.'
"Yet isn't the old rcgimo of tho small
manufacturer and tho retailer doom-
cd? Isn't combination tho now order
of modern life? "Will it pay you to
fight a losing battle? Bivens is not a
man of broad culturo, but ho is a very
smooth young gentleman"
"Ho's a contemptlblo Httlo scampi"
snapped tho older man. "When I took
blm Into my drug store six years ago
he didn't havo a change of clothes.
Now he's a millionaire. How did he
get it? He stolo a formula I bad used
to relievo nervous headaches, mixed It
in water with a Httlo poisonous color-
lug matter, pushed it into tho soda
fountain trade, mado his first half mil
Hon, organized tho American Chemical
company and blossomed into a mag
nate. And now this Httlo soda foun
tain pip threatens mo with ruin unless
I Join his gang and help him rob my
neighbors. It happens that I like my
neighbors. My business is to heal tho
sick, not merely to mako money. Thou
sands of children dlo at my very door
every summer who could bo savod by a
slnglo prescription if they could get it,
That's tho thought that grips mo when
I begin to figure tho profits in this
trado. I'm making a fair living.
don't want any more out of my neigh'
bors. I've shown you somo of them
'Til never forget them," Stuart
broke in.
"Wo used to cry over TJnclo Tom's
woes," the doctor continued. "And yet
there are more than 5,000,000 whlto
people in America today who aro tho
slaves of poverty, cruol and pitiless.
Tho black slave always hod food and
shelter, clothes and medicine. My busi
ness Is to heal tho sick mind you!
Bhall I give it up to exploit them?"
"But could you not U80 your greater
wealth for groator good if you Joined
tho trust?" the lawyer asked. "Won't
they mako drugs more economically
than you do and drlvo you to tho wall
at last? Isn't this new law of co-operation
tho law of progress in brief, the
law of God?"
"That remains to be proved. I don't
beHove It"
"Well. I do, nnd I think that if you
fight it will be against tho stars in
their courses"
"I'm golug to fight" was tho firm
response. "Tho law is on my side, isn't
it?'
"The written law, yes. But you aro
facing a bigger question than one of
statutory law."
"So I am, boy, so 1 am! That's why
I gave you a glimpse tonight of tho
"There are things that can't be bought
or sold."
world in which I live and work and
dream."
"Bivens has put up to you a cold
blooded business proposition"
"Exactly. And there are things that
can't bo bought and sold. I am ono of
them!" Tho stalwart figure rose in
simple dignity, and tliero was a deep
tremor In his voice as he paused.
"But I'm keeping you. It's 0 o'clock
and somebody's waiting eh, boy?"
"Yes," Stuart answered apologetical
ly1. "I'm afraid I've not been of much
use to you tonight"
Tho doctor bent closer, smiling:
"1 understand of course. The angels
are singing In your heart this evening
tho old song of Hfo that always makes
the world new and young and beau
tiful. And yet it couldn't bo meas
ured in terms of barter and sale, could
it?" Tho doctor gripped his hand
tenderly in parting.
Tho smllo died from tho younger
man's face, and his answer was scarce
ly audible:
"No." :
CHAPTER II.
A Lovers' Quarrel.
Bp AT HEN Stuart reached tho Gra
nnf mercy park house a maid
W W answered at last nnd ush
ered him into tho dimly
lighted parlor.
"Miss Nan is at homo, Berta?" he
asked eagerly.
Tho little Danish maid smiled know
ingly:
"Na, but Mcesis Primroso"
With a groan Stuart sank to a chair.
Tho entire houso had been redecorat
ed. An oriental rug of dazzling me
dallion pattern was on tho newly pol
ished floor. Instead of the set of Chip
pendalo mahogany tho Primroses had
brought from tho south a complete
outfit of stately glided stuff filled the
room, and heavy draperies to match
hung from tho tali windows and fold-
ing doors. Tho mother's velvet bond
he saw at once. Of course sho had not
borrowed tho money from Bivens. She
was too shrewd for that But sho had
borrowed it beyond a doubt and she
had evidently gone tho limit of her
credit without a moment's hesitation
He wondered how far she had got with
Bivens. Could it be possible that Nan
was with him tonight? No preposter
ous!
Mrs. Primroso greetod him with un
usual effusion:
"Oh, Jim, this is such a glorious sur
priso! Nan didn't expect you till morn
ing, and sho will bo heartbroken to
havo missed you oven for a half hour.
My dear, dear boy, you havo no idea
how lonely both of us havo been with
ut you the past two weeks."
"You missed me, too, Mrs. Prim-
joso?"
"Of courso I missed you, Jim! You'vo
como to bo llko ono of us. You know
I'vo alwaya loved you next to Nan."
Sho spoke with such fervor that Stu
art shivered. It was sinister. She evl
dently felt sure of his ruin.
"Wo needed you hero so much to
help us fix up. We've had tho good
luck to rent our second floor to a young
millionaire"
"Mr. Bivens, yes"
"Why, how did you know?" sho ask
ed with a start.
"Dr. Woodman has Just received an
important letter from him, dated here,
and ho nuked my advice about It"
"Oh"-
"Where's Nan?" Stuart asked, with
sudden anger in spite of his effort to
keep cool.
Why, sho's giving a little box party
at tho theater tonight"
"And our mutual friend, John C.
Calhoun Bivens, Is presiding?"
"Why, Jim. how could you be so
absurd?" bug protested indignantly.
I've been saving money for n month
to give Nan this chance to return
some courtesies she has received from
rich friends. I need Mr. Bivens' mon
ey to pay tho rent of this big house.
But any attention on his part to Nan
would bo disgusting to me beyond
measure."
"Yet he's tho sensation In high
finance Just now," Stuart said, with
an unconscious sneer. "They say ho's
destined to become a multl-mllllon-
aire."
'Come, come, J.lm, it's not llko you
to be naRty to me. You know as well
ns I do his origin In North Carolina.
His people are the veriest trash. He
was at college with you"
"And how did you know that?'
"Not from you, of courso. You'vo
never mentioned his name in your life.
Ho told me. He thinks' you are going
to bo the greatest lawyer in New
York. And I told him we'd known
that for a long time."
Stuart turned his head to hide a
smile.
'But of courso bo's not in Nan's so
cial set. I told her the day ho came
that wo would treat blm politely, but
draw tho lino strictly on any efforts
ho may mnko to pass the limits of ac
quaintance." A carriage stopped at tho door.
"There's Nan now!" the mother ex
claimed, rising to go. "I'll leave you
to surprise her, Jim."
Stuart heard tho carriage door slam,
nnd In n moment the girl ho loved
stood in tho hall, the Joy of an even
ing's perfect happiness shining in her
great dark eyos. Ho watched her a
moment unobserved as she laid aside
her opera cloak and stood before tho
big mirror proudly and calmly survey
ing her figure. Never had her beauty
seemed to him so dazzling. The smllo
was one of conscious power. The cor
ners of the full sensuous lips curved
the slightest bit as tho smllo faded and
a gleam of something llko cruelty flash
ed from tho depths of her eyes as her
bead lifted
Stuart, unable to wait longer, was
about to spring to her side when sho
caught tho flash of his laughing faco in
the mirror and turned.
"Oh, you rascal! To surprlso mo like
this!" she cried, with joyous laughter.
"In all your pride and vanity!"
"You can't help being a Httlo vain
yourself, Jim, any more than I can.
You know you're a stunning looking
fellow. These Yankee girls all lovo
you at first sight the tall, straight
sinewy figure, strong and swift In ev
ery moTement, the finely chiselled
face, the doop set, dark brown eyes
under their heavy brows, that big
masterful jaw and firm mouth"
Stuart suddenly took hor in his arms
and kissed her into silence.
"Hush, Nan. I don't like tho way
you say that."
"Why? Am I too modest?"
"No, too deliberate and coldly mis
tress of yourself. I wish you loved me
a Httlo more tumultously as I do
you."
"Well, let mo whisper then that your
return tonight has mado a perfect end-
ing to a perfect day. Oh, Jim, I'vo
been so happy tonight! Seated In that
big stage box I felt that I was some
body. This Is tho first really decent
drees I've ever had in my life."
"And you are proud and happy!"
"Proud for your sake, Jim, yes; and
happy in your love."
Stuarfs face clouded and ho turned
away, startled for the first tlmo by a
strango similarity in tho tone of Nan's
volco to her mother's.
Tho painful impression was sudden
ly broken by a quick touch of Nan's
baud on his arm.
"Oh, Jim, I'm glad you came a day
earlier. I've something to tell you,
something wonderful, something that
will bring our happiness near" Her
voice sank to tho tenderest accents,
"You know Mr. Bivens?"
"Yes," Stuart answered evenly, con
trolling himself with an effort
"Well, he has taken our second floor.
I had a long talk with him last week.
By tho merest accident I learned that
his big trust tho American Chemical
company, needs another lawyer. They
pay an enormous salary with all sorts
of chances to get rich. They aro mak
ing millions on millions. I told him
that you wero tho very man for the
place and that you wero going to bo
tho" greatest lawyer in New York.
Imagine my Joy when he not only
agreed with me, but said ho would
double the salary if you would accept
It Ho thought you wouldn't merely
because you lived in tho houso of old
Woodman with whom tho company
may havo p. fight I told him it was
nonsense, that I knew you would ac
cept Youll accept of course?"
"Emphatically no!"
"You can't bo so absurd P'
"Havo you been receiving tho atten
tions of this distinguished young mil
lionalre, Nan?'
"I'vo been cultivating him."
"Cultivating?"
"Yes, for your sako only, you big,
handsome, foolish, Jealous boy I You
can't bo in earnest when you say that
you wlu refuso such nn offer?'
"Yes, lecause I will not becomo tho
hireling of a corporation, to say noth-
ing of this particular ono headed by
Mr. Blvena"
hireling. You wduld lay tho law down,
for them to follow."
"No. A modern corporation has no
soul, and the man who serves this
master must sell both body and soul
for tho wages ho receives. 1 am a
lawyer of tho old school. My work
la illumined by imagination. My busi
ness la to enforce justice In the rela
tions of men."
"But somo of tho greatest lawyers in
America are corporation attorneys"
"All tho reason moro why I should
keep clean. Lawyers once constituted
our aristocracy of brain and culture.
I can't prostitute my talents to a work
I don't believe In. A man's work is a
revelation of What ho is. And what
ho Is will depend at last on what he
does."
"But you mean to be rich and pow
erful, Jim?"
"If It comes with tho growth of
manhood and character, yes. But I
will not degrado myself with work I
hate or take ordors from men I de
spise. The world Is already full of such
slaves."
Stuart paused and laid bis hand
gently on the girl's white, round arm,
and sho turned, with a start
"I didn't hear your Jast sentence,
Jim."
"Of what wero you thinking?"
"Of what a woman is always think
ingconsciously or unconsciously, of
my home whether it shall be a hovel
or a palace."
"It all depends on whether love la
tho builder"
"It all depends on the man I mar
ry," was the laughing answer. "I've
always dreamed of you as a man of
wealth and power. Your splendid tal
ents mean this. When you came to
Now York I was moro suro of you
than ever. You'vo simply got to mako
money, Jim. Nothing elso counts In
tho world today. I hate poverty I
fear It I loathe It!"
"And yet" the lover said, drawing
closer, "I hold tho touch of your little
finger of greater value than all tho
gold on tho earth or beneath It"
"Don't interrupt me, please, with Ir
relevant remarks," Nan cried, laughing
in spite of herself. "Seriously, Jim
you must listen to me. I'm in dead
earnest You must havo money, If for
no other rcasou because I wish it. I
can't be happy In poverty. The man
I love must bo rich. Oh, Jim, you
shall be! Wealth is the only road now
from tho vulgar crowd the only way
to climb on top."
"But suppose I don't wish to climb
on the top of people?"
"You can't be such a fool!"
"But suppose I am? True civiliza
tion has always placed manhood above
money."
"Jim, are you crazy?"
"It's true, dear. My father gave up
his law practice to bend over my
mother's bedside for six months. He
was a giant in mind and body she a
poor little, broken, withered invalid.
He lost money and clients nnd never
regained them. Did it pay? Does any
thing that's born of love pay? Surely
not children. I was always a dead ex
pense. Tho biggest fee I ever received
as a lawyer in New York was a shout
of Joy from a poor woman whose boy
I freed from a false chargo of crime.
She feU sobbing before mo and actu
ally kissed my feet."
"Oh, Jim, why can't you bo practi
cal? Why are you not willing to fight
for a fortune as other men"
"Because, dear," ho answered quick
ly and tenderly, "we haven't tlmo
you and I. Life is too short. Lovo is
too sweet. The fields aro too green.
"The man I love must be rich."
Tho birds sing too sweetly. Havo yon
forgotten our old day dreams in tho
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