Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1913-06-18
BUT THREE FACTS
Woman Shows Ambitious Hus-
band That Only Life, Love
and Death Count.
BY HARRIET M. ABBOTT.

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
Iy get the showing they demand"
Yet, there's everything in the point
of view, jennings" was the reply,
with slow, whimsical smile. Thus
If 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 a 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
ances, never known defeat. What of
our old classmate. Wainwright? Wen
wright, the lucky, as we used to call
him, even in college"
All, had Jennings never forgiven
Wenwright for winning Edith Sis
bee? He glanced thoughtfully from the
window; then answered with SEEM
ing irrelevance: How | wish you
had been in town when Wenwright
made his famous speech last month!
But, by jove, he doesn't pose as a
chance darling of Fortune, let me tell
you! His two terms in congress have
developed all his latent power as a
speaker, and in vigorous. polished SEN
fences, 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 a hackneyed express
sion, but it's Jim Wainwright to the
life"
Indeed" Jennings drew in his
breath sharply. And if he is Napo-
leon, what, then, Of Josephine?"
you mean Mrs. Wenwright?"
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. I have thought her as unassum-
ing as in the days, when, the good old
professors daughter, she dispensed
her hospitality In the white house be-
hind the elms.'
A vision rose before them Of that
fair young girl, and Jennings impuls-
lively exclaimed: ITO think of the in
spiration she might have been to al
most any mani Yet, such is the irony
Of Fate, that she is doomed to wholly
merge her identity"
Who knows?" was the sober ques-
ton. IT'S a tickfish thing to cir
Cumscribe a woman's 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-
sfveness. How can you tell what the
fine alchemy Of his wife's nature may
do. even for the strong mind of a Ma
poIeon? But, harki the newsboys are
calling Extras on the street below.
Suppose we stroll along and discover
the cause of the excitement"
1t was but a few hours later. when,
not three miles away, Hon. James
Wainwright hurriedly fitted his latch
key in the door, and entered his home
on the avenue.
The cool, spacious library, with its
soft light, had an air of peaceful Sc
cIusion. 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 dull and nervous lips, be indeed
his own?
AS If TO ward on a blow, he threw
out a hand, and recoiled instinctively,
as his fingers touched an Icy, pol
ished surface. What was that? All,
the statute! 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
blanee Of humor, and with the sar-
donic smile that was, in truth, but an
moan, he muttered: Con
fronted by Victory. and tonight! The
world has a grim fancy for contrast
Had his dauntless ambition leading
him to risk more and more. in order
70 quar- deeper draughts from the
golden cap, iured him to destruction?
He had never "set sail to fear" had
believed in victory, never in defeat;
but growing holder, intoxicated with
success, he. too had been at last out
witted. and tonight he beheld himself