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Does she know that you are here?" "I stopped at her door." "Was that safe?" "I think so. Mr. Brotherson the Brooklyn one, is up in his shed. He sleeps there now, I am told, and soundly too I've no doubt." "What is he making?" "What half the inventors on both sides of the water are engaged upon just now. A monoplane, or a biplane, or some machine for carrying men through the air.
Brotherson! I don't remember, really I don't," was the unexpected reply. "It's not often I forget. But so many people came rushing in during those few minutes, and all so excited " "Before the excitement, Clausen. A little while before, possibly just before." "Oh, now I recall him! Yes, Mr. Brotherson went out of my door not many minutes before the cry upstairs.
He was a conqueror, and it was for him now to reap the joy of conquest. Three days had passed, and Orlando Brotherson sat in his room at the hotel before a table laden with telegrams, letters and marked newspapers. The news of his achievement had gone abroad, and Derby was, for the moment, the centre of interest for two continents. His success was an established fact.
If so, the movement was a memorable one, and the hazard quite worth while. He had gained no! he had gained nothing. He had been the fool of his own wishes. No one, let alone Brotherson, could have mistaken his face for that of a woman. He had forgotten his newly-grown beard. Some other cause must be found for the other's attitude. It savoured of shock, if not fear.
"Explain the device." "I will draw it." "You can?" "As I see it." "As you see it!" "Yes. It's a brilliant idea; I could never have conceived it." "You believe " "I know." "Sit here. Let's see what you know." Sweetwater sat down at the table the other pointed out, and drawing forward a piece of paper, took up a pencil with an easy air. Brotherson approached and stood at his shoulder.
Many rush forth to meet him. He is panting, but gleeful. Mr. Brotherson has waked up conscious, and the doctor says, HE WILL LIVE. That night Dr. Fenton had a visitor. We know that visitor and we almost know what his questions were, if not the answers of the good doctor. Nevertheless, it may be better to listen to a part at least of their conversation.
But you may tell Miss Doris that I will sit out of sight, and that I shall not obtrude myself unless my name is brought up in an undesirable way." The hand on the door-knob made a sudden movement. "Mr. Brotherson, I can bear no more to-night. With your permission, I will leave this question to be settled by others." And with a repetition of his former bow, the bereaved father withdrew.
I'm the fellow who works at the bench next the window in Schuper's repairing shop. Everybody knows me." Audacity often carries the day when subtler means would fail. Brotherson stared at the youth, then ventured another question: "A carpenter, eh?" "Yes, and I'm an A1 man at my job. Excuse my brag. It's my one card of introduction." "I've seen you.
Have I not said that this is my signature?" "Do you remember the words of this note, Mr. Brotherson?" "Hardly. I recollect its tenor, but not the exact words." "Read them." "Excuse me, I had rather not. I am aware that they were bitter and should be the cause of great regret. I was angry when I wrote them." "That is evident. But the cause of your anger is not so clear, Mr. Brotherson.
Orlando Brotherson has succumbed; the attack was too keen, his forces too shaken. But as the heavy minutes pass, he slowly re-gathers his strength and rises, in the end, a conqueror.
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