The Huttig news., 1913-05-03
CHAPTER xxxVili.
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Three days Lad passed, and Orlando Brotherson sat in his room at the ho- tel before a table laden with tele- grams, letters and marked newspa- pers. The news of his achievement had gone abroad and Derby was, for the moment, the center of interest for two continents.
 His success was an established fact The second trial which he had made with his car, this time with the whole town gathered together in the streets as witnesses, had proved not only the reliability of it's mechanism, but the great advantag ges which it possessed for a direct flight to any given point. Already he saw fortune beckoning to him in the shape of an unconditional offer of money from a irst-ciass source; and better still--for he was 8 man of untirfng energy and bound less resource-that opportunity foi new and enlarged effort which comes with the recognition of ones excep- tional powers.
 All this was his and more. A sweet. ar hope, more enduring joy had fol- ! lowed hard upon gratified ambition. Doris had smiled on him-Doris! She had caught the contagion Of the uni versal enthusiasm and had given him her first unerudging token of approval It had altered his whole outlook on life in an instant, for there was an eagerness in this demonstration which proclaimed the relieved heart She 10 longer trusted either appearances or her dream. He had succeeded in con quering her doubts by the very force of his personality, and the shadow which had hitherto darkened their in tereourse had melted quite away Sie was ready to take his word now and Oswalds, after which the rest must follow. Love does not lag far behind an ardent admiration.
 Famei Fortune, Loyei What more could man desire? What more could this man, with his strenu- GUS past and an unlimited capacity for an enlarged future, ask from fate than this. Yet, as he bends over his letters, lingering some, but reading none be yond line or two, he betrays but rassing elation, and hardly lifts his head when burst Of loud acclaim comes ringing up to his window from some ardent passel-Dy: "Furrah for rrothorson, He has put our town on the map!"
 Why this despondency? Haze those two demons seized him again? l. would seem so and with new and over mastering fury. After the hour Of triumph comes the hour of reckoning. Orlando Brotherson in his hour of proud attainment stands naked before lis own souls tribunal and the plead CT is dumb and the judge memorable There is but one witness to such strcggles but one eye to note the waste and desolation of the devas- tated soul, when the storm is over- past.
 Orlando Brotherson-has succumbed: the attack was too keen, his forces too shaken. But as the heavy minutes pass, he slowly regathers his strength and rises, in the end, conqueror. Neverthiess. he knows, even in that moment of regained command. that the peace he had thus bought with strain and stress is but momentary; that the battle is on for life; that the days which to other eyes would carry a sense of briiiiancy-days teeming with work and outward satisfaction would hold within their hidden depths a breeding uncertainty which would rob aDDlauSo of it's music and even overshadow the angel face of Love.
 He quailed at the prospect, material ist though he was. The days-the in- terminable days! In his unbroken strength and the glare of the monday sun, he forgot to take account of the nights looming in black and endless procession before him. It was from t.e d. ------ nh-,----- - - - -c1 .- ,,-.