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Title: The Great God Success
Author: John Graham (David Graham Phillips)
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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."
Mr. King raised his eyebrows and became a rosier red. He was evidently preparing to rebuke this audacious intrusion into his private affairs by a stranger whose card had been handed to him not ten minutes before. But Howard's tone and manner were simple and sincere. And they happened to bring into Mr. King's mind a rush of memories of his youth and his wife. She had married him on faith. They had come to New York fifteen years before, he to get a place as reporter on the _News-Record_, she to start a boarding-house; he doubting and trembling, she with courage and confidence for two. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and opened the book of memory at the place where the leaves most easily fell apart:
He is coming home at one in the morning, worn out, sick at heart from the day's buffetings. As he puts his key into the latch, the door opens. There stands a handsome girl; her face is flushed; her eyes are bright; her lips are held up for him to kiss; she shows no trace of a day that began hours before his and has been a succession of exasperations and humiliations against which her sensitive nature,