Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-10-18
The Success Of
Donald Dickinson
BY HARLEY HUNTINGDON.

for Dickinson could AFFORD now TO
burn logs, even though wood was be-
coming priceless
He arose and paced the sombsr.
richly furnished room. His slippers
sank deep into the priceless carpet
and his eyes scanned the rare pictures
and hangings on the walls.
II have won-yes won-won b.
yond my Dreams" he cried aloud.
raising his arms over his head In Q
gesture OF triumph.
And so he had. Donald Dickinson
was the wealthiest man In all the
town. His safe was bursting with
valuable securities; his farms dotted
the county. his herds roamed the hills:
scores OF Woodworking farmers wor-
ried nightly over the mortgages he
held; bankers salaamed as he ap.
preached and boards OF directors lis
tened with bated breath when he
spoke.
He was the most envled man In the
community. Many a man trying to
keep his head above water In the
fierce game Of life. as he passed Don.
aid Dickinson's house that fierce win.
ter night sighed and said:
Happy, happy man. He indeed has
attained the reality of joy.r
And so thought Donald Dickinson as
he paced his luxurious library and
smoked his expensive cigar and gazed
upon the evidences Of prosperity about
him. and reflected that he owed no
man anything at all but that on the
other hand many men owed him all OF
their possessions and more.
After the flush OF self.gratulation
had passed Dickinson seated himself
In his great arm chair and gazed long
and single.heartedly into the fire.
What was this cold doubt which
crept up his spinal column and began
to pervade his entire being? He
reached forth and poked the fire Wig.
orously and sighed in relief rs he saw
the showers Of sparks.
What-despite the fash Of heat. the
chill sticks still to his vitals. What is
It the frightens him. which his money
and power does not Danish.
He arises and walks unsteadily to
the window In an effort to throw
aside the terrible hallucination that
his will and that alone was not the
law. The driving snow which cut his
vision to a few feet. reclaimed his
fears and he felt all the helplessness
OF mankind before the elements.
or q sudden through his brain
flashed the question, whitehead and
clear:
Was he happy? Had success and
the triumph OF winning 1t, and power
and all the rest made him happy and
filed him with content?
bah. what nonsense" and he
laughed aloud as the memory Of the
bare.footed boy OF 90 years ago with
out friends or equipment or help, stole
into his mind and his eyes took in the
evidences Of present luxury and power.
Happy. happy, of course he was
happy. Why not? What had he to
wish for that he had desired and
strIven to attain? or course he was
happy-and contented."
Just then the snow-bound vista
parted and the dim light of the shop
across the street met his vision. The
door of the shop opened and woman
emerged. The woman's arms were
filed with bundles. telling their story
OF good cheer to come. The man car
ried a little baby snugly wrapped in
fiannels and clasplng tight a stick Of
candy. AS Dickinson idly watched
the baby laughed up into the fathers
face and the woman, watching, smiled
happy smile as her eyes too sought
the mans face with a glance full OF
love and trustfulness. The man held
the baby tighter as his eyes glanced
downward at both the woman and the
child with an expression OF love and
pride and power.
With q groan, Donald Dickinson
sharply drew the blind and staggered
to his seat before the fire. The lifting
Of the snowy curtain for the brief mo-
ment had shown him in an instant the
failure OF his life. He had succeeded
In all the things he had determined to
do but for this success he had DELHI
erately sacrlfced-just what he had
seen.
To him came q vision OF the sweet
heart OF his youth with her honest,
tender eyes-always lit for him with
the love-light; and to him came the
memory OF the cold and brutal part
ing when he had told her that for him
was only the God Of Mammon, that
success must be his at any cost and
that q wife and family would imperil
his chances to attain It. Tonight
somehow he seemed to see all about
him, in the FIRE, from the shadows on
the wall-everywhere, the reflection of
her eyes full OF dumb despair and
wondering sorrow.
And then he had gone forth to bat
tie single-heartedly for success" with
no entanglements to impede his prog
ress. To him came the echo Of the
verdict Of his fellows-that he was
cold, hard-hearted, selfish, miser and
"screw." True he always had
,.u~had NJ fha verdict and nolntad