The Yale expositor., 1913-10-02
CHAPTER xxxVHi.
Might.

night.
Three days had 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
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 its mechanism, but the
great advantages which 1t possessed
for a direct fight to any given point.
Already he saw fortune reckoning to
him in the shape Of an unconditional
offer of money from 1rst-class
source; and better still-for he was
man OF untiring energy and bound
less resource-that opportunity for
new and enlarged effort which comes
with the recognition of ones excep-
tional powers.
All this was his and more. A sweet
er hope, more enduring JOY had fol.
lowed hard upon gratif1ed ambition.
Doris had smiled on him-Doris! She
had caught the contagion Of the uni
versal enthusiasm and had given him
her first ungrudging token of approval.
1t had altered his whole outlook on
life in an instant, for there was an
eagerness in this demonstration which
proclaimed the relieved heart. She no
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
tercourse had melted quite away. She
was ready to take his word now and
Oswald's, after which the rest must
follow. Love does not lag far behind
an ardent admiration.
Fame! Fortune! Love! What
more could a 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 a
passing citation, and hardly lifts his
head when a burst of loud acclaim
comes ringing up to his window from
some ardent passer-by; "Hurrah for
Brotherson! He has put our town on
the mapi"
Why this dependency? Have those
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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
his own souls tribunal and the plead
er is dumb and the judge inexorable
There is but one witness to such
struggles; 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. a conqueror.
Nevertheless, 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
sense of brilliancy-days teeming
with work and outward satisfaction
would hold within their hidden depths
brooding uncertainty which would
rob applause of its music and even
overshadow the angel face OF Love.
He quailed at the prospect, material.
| list though he was. The days-the in.
terminable daysl 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. II was from
the day phantom he shrank, and not
from the ghoul which works In the