"But you and I have both agreed, Doctor," Stuart interrupted with a frown, "that Mr. Jno. C. Calhoun Bivens is not a fool. You must consider this offer. You have too much at stake. Your factory has been closed for five years. Your store has been sold--your business ruined and you are fighting to pay the interest on your debts. I've seen you growing poorer daily until you have turned your home into a lodging house and filled it with strangers." "I've enjoyed knowing them. My sympathies have been made larger." "Yes, you won't even collect your rents." "Still I've always managed to get along," was the cheerful answer. "I've yet a roof over my head." "But is this battle yours alone, Doctor? You are but one among millions. You are trying to bear the burden of all--have you counted the cost? Harriet's course in music will continue two years longer--the last year she must spend abroad. Her expenses will be great. This settlement is a generous one, no matter what Bivens's motive." "I can't compromise with a man who has crushed my business by a conspiracy of organized blackmail." "Oh, come, come, Doctor, talk common sense. The American Chemical Company has simply dispensed with the services of the jobber, and the retailer. They manufacture the goods and sell them direct to the consumer through their own stores. The day of the jobber and retailer is done. They had to go. You were not ruined by blackmail, you were crushed by a law of progress as resistless as the law of gravity." The doctor's gray eyes flashed with sudden inspiration. "If the law of gravity is unjust it will be abolished. If civilization is unjust it must be put down. There can be no contradiction in life when once we know the truth. I can't compromise with Bivens--I refuse his generosity. I'll take only what the last tribunal of the people shall give me--justice." "The last tribunal of the people will give you nothing," the lawyer said, emphatically. "I'll stand or fall with it. I make common cause with the people. I know that Bivens is a power now. He chooses judges, defies the law, bribes legislatures and city councils and imagines that he rules the nation. But the Napoleons of finance to-day will be wearing stripes in Sing Sing to-morrow. We are merely passing through a period of transition which brings suffering and confusion. The end is sure, because evil carries within itself the seed of death. A despotism of money cannot be fastened on the people of America." "But, Doctor," Stuart interrupted persuasively, "he is not trying to fasten a despotism on America, on you, or anybody else in this offer." The older man ignored the interruption and continued with a dreamy look: "Only a few years ago a great millionaire who lived in a palace on Fifth Avenue boldly said to a newspaper reporter: 'The public be d----d!' Times have changed. The millionaires have begun to buy the newspapers and beg for public favour. We are walking on the crust of a volcano of public wrath."