Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
“If anything was needed when I awoke at noon to-day to make me feel
as if I owned the entire universe,” he said, “it was a letter from my
chief electrician which convinced me for the first time that he was on
the verge of perfecting this old dream of mine. My father was to go out
as soon as telegraphed for and witness the practical demonstration.
Then, indeed, I practically will hold the fate of the world in the
hollow of my hand.”
Ranata stared hard at him, her pulse quickening. She had always envied
him, and now he seemed to her to embody all the hopeful ambitions of
all the world, a Titan whom only a new country with its utter disregard
of failure could have produced. What order of men would his republics
bring forth?
“But shall you never have a reverse, never fail?” she murmured. “There
is a relentless law of compensation in Nature; surely you must have
your blows, your bitterness, like other mortals.”
“I have already had enough trouble and anxiety, to say nothing of
hideous privations, fatigue, and illness to satisfy Nature for the
present. The only blow that could have reached my heart before this
would have been the death of my father.”
“Ah!” she exclaimed sharply, “you do love me--I know how much! When
this is over, will its memory mean as much to you as it will to me?
Will the loss embitter, discourage you? It has seemed to me since last
night that it will mean too much to me--that I shall need more courage
than I possess to live on. With men--with you? How would it be, with
your thousand occupations where I might not have one? Oh, at least help
me to win this country! I fear no enemies--nothing else on earth.”
“All that,” said Fessenden, “is a subject which I positively refuse
to discuss until these two months are up. All I wish you to be firmly
convinced of from this moment--and you might repeat it nightly
with your prayers lest you forget it--is that, under no possible
circumstances short of death, shall I give you up, or relax for a
moment in my determination to overcome every obstacle which either you
or your father may raise. The sooner you recognize me as your destiny
the better.”
XXII
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