Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1907-04-04

That was Loder's ATTITUDE ana acrlon
on the night Of his jeopardy and his
success, and the following day found
his mood unchanged. He was n of
those rare individuals who never give a
promise overnight and regret it in the
morning. He was slow to move. but
when he did the movement brushed all
obstacles aside. In the first days of his
usurpation he had gone cautiously. half
fascinated, half distrustful. Then the
reality, the extraordinary tangibility OF
the position had gripped him when,
matching himself for the first time With
men of his own caliber. he had learned
his real weight on the day of his pro
hest against the Easter adjournment.
With that knowledge had been Dor. the
dominant factor in his whole Sc!l,nMe-
the overwhelming, insistent desire to
manifest his power: that desire that
is the salvation or the ruin of every
strong man who has once realized his
strength. Supremacy was the note to
which his ambition reached. To tram
pie out Chilcote's footmarks with his
own hand had been his tacit instinct
from the first. Now it rose paramount.
It was the whole theory of creation
the survival of the fittest-the deep.
egotistical certainty that he was the
better man.
And 1t was with this conviction that
be entered on the vital period OF liz
dual career. The imminent crisis and
his own share in it absorbed him alb
Iso1utely. In the weeks that followed
bis answer to Fraide's proposal he ave
himself ~ungrudgingly TO his work. he
wrote, read and planned with t~ire!ess
energy. He frequently forgot to eat
and slept only through sheer exlaus-
ton. In the fullest sense of the word
he lived for the eliminating hour that
was to bring him failure or success.
He seldom left Grosvenor square in
the days that followed except to confer
with his party. All his interest. all his
relaxation even. lay in his work and
what %pertained to it. His strength. was
like a solid wall, his Intelligence was
sharp and keen as steel. The moment
was his, and by sheer mastery of will
he put other considerations out Of sight.
he forgot Chilcote and forgot Lillian.
not because they escaped his memory,
but because he chose to shut them from
1t.
Of Eve he saw but little in this time
of high pressure. When a man touches
the core of his capacities, puts his best
Into the work that in his eyes stands
paramount. there is little place for and
no need of woman. She comes before
and after. She inspires. c~ompensates
or completes; but the achievement. the
creation, is mans alone. And all true
women understand and yield to this
unspoken precept.
Eve watched the progress of his la
bor, and in the depth Of her own heart
The watching came nearer to actua
living than any activity she had known
She was an onlooker-but al onlookel
who stood, as 1t were. on the steps OF
the arena, who, by a single forward
movement, could feel the sand under
her feet, the breath of the battle OF
her face. and in this knowledge she
rested satisfied.
There were hours when Loder seem.
ed scarcely conscious Of her existence
but on those occasions she smiled In
her serene way-and went On waiting
She knew that each day before the aft
ernoon had passed he would come into
his sitting room, his face thoughtful
his hands full Of books or papers, and
dropping into n of the comfortable
Btudious chairs. would ask %laconically
for tea. This was her moment of tri
umph and recompense-for the very
Inconsistencies of his coming doubled
Its value. He would sit for half ar
hour with pr%eoccupied glance or will
keen, alert eyes fixed on the fire, while
his ideas sorted themselves and fel
into line. Sometimes he was silent. fol