Produced by Eric Eldred, William Craig, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team THE GREAT GOD SUCCESS A NOVEL By John Graham (David Graham Phillips) The Gregg Press / Ridgewood, N.J. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. THE CANDIDATE FROM YALE II. THE CITY EDITOR RECONSIDERS III. A PARK ROW CELEBRITY IV. IN THE EDGE OF BOHEMIA V. ALICE VI. IN A BOHEMIAN QUICKSAND VII. A LITTLE CANDLE GOES OUT VIII. A STRUGGLE FOR SELF-CONTROL IX. AMBITION AWAKENS X. THE ETERNAL MASCULINE XI. TRESPASSING XII. MAKING THE MOST OF A MONTH XIII. RECKONING WITH DANVERS XIV. THE NEWS-RECORD GETS A NEW EDITOR XV. YELLOW JOURNALISM XVI. MR. STOKELY IS TACTLESS XVII. A WOMAN AND A WARNING XVIII. HOWARD EXPLAINS HIS MACHINE XIX. “I MUST BE RICH.” XX. ILLUSION XXI. WAVERING XXII. THE SHENSTONE EPISODE XXIII. EXPANDING AND CONTRACTING XXIV. “MR. VALIANT-FOR-TRUTH.” XXV. THE PROMISED LAND XXVI. IN POSSESSION XXVII. THE HARVEST XXVIII. SUCCESS THE GREAT GOD SUCCESS I. THE CANDIDATE FROM YALE. “O your college paper, I suppose?” “No, I never wrote even a letter to the editor.” “Took prizes for essays?” “No, I never wrote if I could help it.” “But you like to write?” “I’d like to learn to write.” “You say you are two months out of college--what college?” “Yale.” “Hum--I thought Yale men went into something commercial; law or banking or railroads. ‘Leave hope of fortune behind, ye who enter here’ is over the door of this profession.” “I haven’t the money-making instinct.” “We pay fifteen dollars a week at the start.” “Couldn’t you make it twenty?” The Managing Editor of the _News-Record_ turned slowly in his chair until his broad chest was full-front toward the young candidate for the staff. He lowered his florid face slowly until his double chin swelled out over his low “stick-up” collar. Then he gradually raised his eyelids until his amused blue eyes were looking over the tops of his glasses, straight into Howard’s eyes. “Why?” he asked. “Why should we?” Howard’s grey eyes showed embarrassment and he flushed to the line of his black hair which was so smoothly parted in the middle. “Well--you see--the fact is--I need twenty a week. My expenses are arranged on that scale. I’m not clever at money matters. I’m afraid I’d get in a mess with only fifteen.” “My dear young man,” said Mr. King, “I started here at fifteen dollars a week. And I had a wife; and the first baby was coming.” “Yes, but your wife was an energetic woman. She stood right beside you and worked too. Now I have only myself.”