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I Conquered By: Harold Titus (1888-1967) |
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"I Conquered" By HAROLD TITUS With Frontispiece in Colors By CHARLES M. RUSSELL A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York Published by Arrangements with Rand, McNally & Company
Copyright, 1916, By Rand McNally & Company
THE CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. Denunciation
II. A Young Man Goes West
III. "I've Done My Pickin'"
IV. The Trouble Hunter
V. Jed Philosophizes
VI. Ambition Is Born
VII. With Hoof and Tooth
VIII. A Head of Yellow Hair
IX. Pursuit
X. Capture
XI. A Letter and a Narrative
XII. Woman Wants
XIII. VB Fights
XIV. The Schoolhouse Dance
XV. Murder
XVI. The Candle Burns
XVII. Great Moments
XVIII. The Lie
XIX. Through the Night
XX. The Last Stand
XXI. Guns Crash
XXII. Tables Turn; and Turn Again
XXIII. Life, the Trophy
XXIV. Victory
XXV. "The Light!"
XXVI. To the Victor
" I CONQUERED"
CHAPTER I Denunciation
Danny Lenox wanted a drink. The desire came to him suddenly as he stood
looking down at the river, burnished by bright young day. It broke in
on his lazy contemplation, wiped out the indulgent smile, and made the
young face serious, purposeful, as though mighty consequence depended
on satisfying the urge that had just come up within him. He was the sort of chap to whom nothing much had ever mattered, whose
face generally bore that kindly, contented smile. His grave
consideration had been aroused by only a scant variety of happenings
from the time of a pampered childhood up through the gamut of bubbling
boyhood, prep school, university, polo, clubs, and a growing popularity
with a numerous clan until he had approached a state of established and
widely recognized worthlessness. Economics did not bother him. It mattered not how lavishly he spent;
there had always been more forthcoming, because Lenox senior had a
world of the stuff. The driver of his taxicab just now whirling
away seemed surprised when Danny waved back change, but the boy did
not bother himself with thought of the bill he had handed over. Nor did habits which overrode established procedure for men cause him
to class himself apart from the mass. He remarked that the cars zipping
past between him and the high river embankment were stragglers in the
morning flight businessward; but he recognized no difference between
himself and those who scooted toward town, intent on the furtherance of
serious ends. What might be said or thought about his obvious deviation from beaten,
respected paths was only an added impulse to keep smiling with careless
amiability. It might be commented on behind fans in drawing rooms or
through mouths full of food in servants' halls, he knew. But it did not
matter. However something mattered. He wanted a drink. And it was this thought that drove away the smile and set the lines of
his face into seriousness, that sent him up the broad walk with
swinging, decisive stride, his eyes glittering, his lips taking
moisture from a quick moving tongue. He needed a drink! Danny entered the Lenox home up there on the sightly knoll, fashioned
from chill white stone, staring composedly down on the drive from its
many black rimmed windows. The heavy front door shut behind him with a
muffled sound like a sigh, as though it had been waiting his coming all
through the night, just as it had through so many nights, and let
suppressed breath slip out in relief at another return. A quick step carried him across the vestibule within sight of the
dining room doorway. He flung his soft hat in the general direction of
a cathedral bench, loosed the carelessly arranged bow tie, and with an
impatient jerk unbuttoned the soft shirt at his full throat. Of all
things, from conventions to collars, Danny detested those which bound.
And just now his throat seemed to be swelling quickly, to be pulsing;
and already the glands of his mouth responded to the thought of that
which was on the buffet in a glass decanter amber and clear and At the end of the hallway a door stood open, and Danny's glance,
passing into the room it disclosed, lighted on the figure of a man
stooping over a great expanse of table, fumbling with papers fumbling
a bit slowly, as with age, the boy remarked even in the flash of a
second his mind required to register a recognition of his father... Continue reading book >>
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