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It's a part of the penalty of being successful. That's how I look at it."

      "Do they say bad things about you, too?" she asked in open-eyed surprise.

      "Occasionally," he smiled. "When they think I'm important enough."

      "I don't see how they can," he heard her murmur to herself.

      "Oh, most of what they say is true."

      "Then I know it can't be very bad," she made haste to answer.

      "You had better read it and see."

      "I don't understand business at all," she said

      "But—sometimes it almost frightens me. Business isn't really like war, is it?"

      "A good deal like it. But that need not frighten you. All life is a battle—sometimes, at least. Success implies fighting."

      "And does that in turn imply tragedy—for the loser?"

      "Not if one is a good loser. We lose and make another start."

      "But if success is a battle, it must be gained at the expense of another."

      "Sometimes. But you must look at it in a big way." The secretary of the trust magnate had come in and was in low-toned conversation with him. The visitor led her to the nearest window and drew back the curtains so that they looked down on the lusty life of the turbid young city, at the lights in the distant smelters and mills, at the great hill opposite, with its slagdumps, gallows-frames and shaft-houses black against the dim light, which had yielded its millions and millions of tons of ore for the use of mankind. "All this had to be fought for. It didn't grow of itself. And because men fought for it, the place is what it is. Sixty thousand people live here, fed by the results of the battle. The highest wages in the world are paid the miners here. They live in rough comfort and plenty, whereas in the countries they came from they were underpaid and underfed. Is that not good?"

      "Yes," she admitted.

      "Life for you and for me must be different, thank God. You are in the world to make for the happiness of those you meet. That is good. But unless I am to run away from my work, what I do must make some unhappy. I can't help that if I am to do big things. When you hear people talking of the harm I do, you will remember what I have told you to-night, and you will think that a man and his work cannot be judged by isolated fragments."

      "Yes," she breathed softly, for she knew that this man was saying good-by to her and was making his apologia.

      "And you will remember that no matter how bitter the fight may grow between me and Mr. Harley, it has nothing to do with you. We shall still be friends, though we may never meet again."

      "I shall remember that, too," he heard her murmur.

      "You have been hoping that Mr. Harley and I would be friends. That is impossible. He came out here to crush me. For years his subordinates have tried to do this and failed. I am the only man alive that has ever resisted him successfully. I don't underestimate his power, which is greater than any czar or emperor that ever lived, but I don't think he will succeed. I shall win because I understand the forces against me. He will lose because he scorns those against him."

      "I am sorry. Oh, I am so sorry," she wailed, gently as a breath of summer wind. For she saw now that the cleavage between them was too wide for a girl's efforts to bridge.

      "That I am going to win?" he smiled gravely.

      "That you must be enemies; that he came here to ruin you, since you say he did."

      "You need not be too hard on him for that. By his code I am a freebooter and a highwayman. Business offers legitimate ways of robbery, and I transgress them. His ways are not my ways, and mine are not his, but it is only fair to say that his are the accepted ones."

      "I don't understand it at all. You are both good men. I know you are. Surely you need not be enemies."

      But she knew she could hope for no reassurance from the man beside her.

      Presently she led him back across the big room to the fireplace near where her husband lay. His secretary had gone, and he was lying resting on the lounge. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Has Mr. Ridgway been pointing out to you the places of interest?" he asked quietly.

      "Yes, dear." The last word came hesitantly after the slightest of pauses. "He says he must be going now."

      The head of the greatest trust on earth got to his feet and smiled benignantly as he shook hands with the departing guest. "I shall hope to see you very soon and have a talk regarding business, Mr. Ridgway," he said.

      "Whenever you like, Mr. Harley." To the girl he said merely, "Good night," and was gone.

      The old man put an arm affectionately across his young wife's shoulder.

      "Shall we read another psalm, my dear? Or are you tired?"

      She repressed the little shiver that ran through her before she answered wearily. "I am a little tired. If you don't mind I would like to retire, please."

      He saw her as far as the door of her apartments and left her with her maid after he had kissed the cold cheek she dutifully turned toward him.

      Chapter 10.

       Harley Makes a Proposition

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      Apparently the head of the great trust intended to lose no time in having that business talk with Ridgway, which he had graciously promised the latter. Eaton and his chief were busy over some applications for leases when Smythe came into the room with a letter.

      "Messenger-boy brought it; said it was important," he explained.

      Ridgway ripped open the envelope, read through the letter swiftly, and tossed it to Eaton. His eyes had grown hard and narrow.

      "Write to Mr. Hobart that I am sorry I haven't time to call on Mr. Harley at the Consolidated offices, as he suggests. Add that I expect to be in my offices all morning, and shall be glad to make an appointment to talk with Mr. Harley here, if he thinks he has any business with me that needs a personal interview."

      Smythe's leathery face had as much expression as a blank wall, but Eaton gasped. The unparalleled audacity of flinging the billionaire's overture back in his face left him for the moment speechless. He knew that Ridgway had tempted Providence a hundred times without coming to disaster, but surely this was going too far. Any reasonable compromise with the great trust builder would be cause for felicitation. He had confidence in his chief to any point in reason, but he could not blind himself to the fact that the wonderful successes he had gained were provisional rather than final. He likened them to Stonewall Jackson's Shenandoah raid, very successful in irritating, disorganizing and startling the enemy, but with no serious bearing on the final inevitable result. In the end Harley would crush his foes if he set in motion the whole machinery of his limitless resources. That was Eaton's private opinion, and he was very much of the feeling that this was an opportune time to get in out of the rain.

      "Don't you think we had better consider that answer before we send it, Waring?" he suggested in a low voice.

      His chief nodded a dismissal to the secretary before answering.

      "I have considered it."

      "But—surely it isn't wise to reject his advances before we know what they are."

      "I haven't rejected them. I've simply explained that we are doing business on equal terms. Even if I meant to compromise, it would pay me to let him know he doesn't own me."

      "He may decide not to offer his proposition."

      "It wouldn't worry me if he did."

      Eaton knew he must speak now if his protest were to be of any avail. "It would worry me a good deal. He has shown an inclination to be friendly. This answer is like a slap in the face."

      "Is it?"

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