The daily sentinel., 1907-02-05
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BY HARRIET NJ. ABBOTT
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anu YOU Silil utnN AHdl Aht SUI
Of luck is to-day the greatest power
in the business world. Cartel? I'm
amazed at you
Look over this great city. You see
at every hand. men whose prosperity
depends on the merest turn OF the
wheel. No, I'm not claiming that
brains and moral force are no longer
OF account. but insist that they rare
ly get the showing they demand
Yet, there's everything In the point
of view, Jennings. and we have the
law OF compensation" was the reply.
with a slow. whimsical smile Thus.
II the lucky dogs are too busy in
wrestling still other bones from the
less fortunate. to settle down and
enjoy the sweets of conquest. of what
advantage is their conquest? Now.
success in life means something far
deeper than that which is brought
about merely by luck Luck may be
but n chance shot with fortunate re
suits; but behind success there is usu.
ally a good aim and steady hand"
Granted, but-suppose we take, as
example. a man who has TO all appear
ances. never known defeat What OF
our old classmate. Wenwright? Wen
wright. the lucky. as we used to call
him. even in college"
All had Jennings never forgiven
Wenwright for winning Edith Sils-
bee2 He glanced thoughtfully from the
window; then answered. with seem
ing irreleyance; How | wish you
had been in town when Wenwright
I.fer 70 Iu- 1t
But, by iove, he doesn't pose as a
chance darling of Fortune, let me tell
youl His two terms in congress have
developed all his latent power as
speaker, and in vigorous. polished sen
tences, he gave that night. so vivid
a picture of his early days, that you
could fairly see the chrysalis of the
awkward Vermont lad from which
emerged our present Napoleon of
finance. That's hackneyed express
sion, but it's Jim Wenwright to the
life"
Indeed" Jennings drew in his
breath sharply. And II he is Napo-
leon, what, then, of Josephine?"
You mean Mrs. Wenwright2'
His companion hesitated Unlike
her husband. she is not in the public
eye; or, at least not more so than
is unavoidable. She is no social devo-
tee. but her name is often connected
with philanthropic movements. On
the rare occasion when | have seen
her, | have thought her as unassum-
ing as in the days, when, the good old
professors daughter she dispensed
her hospitality in the white house
behind the elms.'
A vision rose before them, of that
fair young girl, and Jennings i'm.
pulsively exclaimed: ITO think of the
inspiration she might have been. to
almost any man! Yet, such is the
irony of Fate. that she is doomed
TO wholly merge her identity"
who knows?" was the sober ques-
tion. Ills a ticklish thing to cir
cuIfscribe a womans influence. even
in fancy. You never saw Wenwright
in Just the light | did. Jennings. There
is a very defiance of daring in the
man, that appeals to me. and at the
same time he has a curious respon-
siveness. How can you tell what the
fine alchemy of his wife's nature may
do. even for the strong mind of Ma
poleon? But harkl the newsboys are
calling Extras on the street below
Suppose we stroll along and discover
the cause of the excitement.
II was but n few hours later, when,
not three miles away, Hon. James
Wenwright hurriedly fitted his latch.
key In the door, and entered his home
on the avenue
soft light had an air of peaceful Sc.
clusion A faint breeze gently stirred
the curtains. and the heat and hustle
OF the city seemed remote and forgot
ten, yet the burden of the hour was
not one to be readily cast aside, and
as the mans gaze roved over the
quiet room. he shuddered at the mir.
rored reflection of his haggard face.
Could that set. gray countenance
with duh and nervous lips. be indeed
his own?
As II to ward of a blow. he threw
out hand, and recoiled instinctively,
as his fingers touched an icy, pol
ished surface. What was that? All,
the statuel the Winged Victory,
poised on Its pedestal. in all the white
arrogance of beauty and pride. What
place had a Winged Victory here,
within his walls?
The muscles around Wenwright's
mouth twitched in an ironical sem.
blance of humor. and with the sar.
donic smile that was. in truth but an
inartloulate woan. he muttered; Con.
ironted by Victory, and tonight, The
world has grim fancy for contrast.
Had his dauntless ambition leading
him to risk more and more. in order
70 Quafi deeper drauehts from the
golden cup. lured him TO destruction
He had never. set sail to fear had
believed I'm victory, never in defeat;
but growing bolder intoxicated Will
success. he too, had been at lasi
outwltted, and tonight he beheld him
self-a ruined man
Who could have foretold that sud
den drop in h. 4 r.? Not he, Bu
It came-too late to close out. ant
now-the end. How the hours drag
ged Tomorrow. all his little worl,
would know that he. Wenwright In,
rcky. had forfeited his claim to III,
title. and gone down. like many an