Within himself he felt the power to stand forth among men,
to outwit them and outfight them, to get for himself power and place
in the world.
The miner's son was half drunk with the new sense of achievement that
swept in on him. Out of Clark Street he went and walked east along a
residence street to the lake. By the lake he saw a street of great
houses surrounded by gardens and the thought came that at some time he
might have such a house of his own. The disorderly clatter of modern
life seemed very far away. When he came to the lake he stood in the
darkness thinking of the useless rowdy of the mining town suddenly
become a great lawyer in the city and the blood ran swiftly through
his body. "I am to be one of the victors, one of the few who emerge,"
he whispered to himself and with a jump of the heart thought also of
Margaret Ormsby looking at him with her fine questioning eyes as he
stood before the men in the court room and by the force of his
personality pushed his way through a fog of lies to victory and truth.
BOOK V
CHAPTER I
Margaret Ormsby was a natural product of her age and of American
social life in our times. As an individual she was lovely. Although
her father David Ormsby the plough king had come up to his position
and his wealth out of obscurity and poverty and had known during his
early life what it was to stand face to face with defeat, he had made
it his business to see that his daughter had no such experience.
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