The Glory of the Conquered

The Glory of the Conquered

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THE GLORY OF THE CONQUERED
THE STORY OF A GREAT LOVE
BY
SUSAN GLASPELL
1909

To DR. A. L. HAGEBOECK,
Who Made This Book Possible

CONTENTS
PART ONE
I. ERNESTINE II. THE LETTER III. KARL IV. JACK AND
"HIGHER TRUTH" V. THE HOME-COMING VI. "GLORIA
VICTIS" VII. ERNESTINE IN HER STUDIO VIII. SCIENCE, ART
AND LOVE IX. As THE SURGEON SAW IT X. KARL IN HIS
LABORATORY XI. PICTURES IN THE EMBERS XII. A
WARNING AND A PREMONITION XIII. AN UNCROSSED
BRIDGE XIV. "TO THE GREAT UNWHIMPERING!" XV. THE
VERDICT XVI. "GOOD LUCK, BEASON!" XVII. DISTANT
STRAINS OF TRIUMPH XVIII. TELLING ERNESTINE XIX. INTO
THE DARK
PART TWO
XX. MARRIAGE AND PAPER BAGS XXI. FACTORY-MADE
OPTIMISM XXII. A BLIND MAN'S TWILIGHT XXIII. HER
VISION XXIV. LOVE CHALLENGES FATE XXV. DR.
PARKMAN'S WAY XXVI. OLD-FASHIONED LOVE XXVII.
LEARNING TO BE KARL'S EYES XXVIII. WITH BROKEN

SWORD XXIX. UNPAINTED MASTERPIECES XXX. EYES FOR
TWO XXXI. SCIENCE AND SUPER-SCIENCE XXXII. THE
DOCTOR HAS HIS WAY XXXIII. LOVE'S OWN HOUR XXXIV.
ALMOST DAWN XXXV. "OH, HURRY--HURRY!" XXXVI. WITH
THE OUTGOING TIDE
PART THREE
XXXVII. BENEATH DEAD LEAVES XXXVIII. PATCHWORK
QUILTS XXXIX. ASH HEAP AND ROSE JAR XL. "LET THERE
BE LIGHT" XLI. WHEN THE TIDE CAME IN XLII. WORK, THE
SAVIOUR XLIII. "AND THERE WAS LIGHT"

THE GLORY OF THE CONQUERED

PART ONE

CHAPTER I
ERNESTINE
She had promised to marry a scientist! It was too overwhelming a
thought to entertain standing there by the window. She sought the
room's most comfortable chair and braced herself to the situation.
If, one month before, a gossiping daughter of Fate had come to her
with--"Shall I tell you something?--You are going to marry a man of
science!"--she would have smiled serenely at Fate's amusing mistake
and responded--"My good friend, it is quite true that great uncertainty
attends this subject. So much to be expected is the unexpected, that I
am quite willing to admit I may marry the hurdy-gurdy man who plays
beneath my window. I know life well enough to appreciate that I may
marry a pawnbroker or the Sultan of Turkey. I assert but one thing. I
shall not marry a 'man of science.'"
And now, not only had she promised to marry a man of science, but she
had quite overlooked the fact of his being one! And the thing which
stripped her of the last shred of consistency was that she was to marry,
not the every-day, average "man of science," but one of the foremost

scientists of all the world! The powers in charge of things matrimonial
must be smiling a quiet little smile to-night.
But ah--here was the vindication! He had not asked her to marry him.
He had simply come and told her she was to marry him. And he was a
great, strong man--far more powerful than she. She had had positively
nothing to do with it! Was it her fault that he chanced to be engaged in
scientific pursuits? And when he took her face so tenderly in his two
hands--looked so far down into her eyes--and told her in a voice she
would follow to the ends of the earth that he loved her--was there any
time then to think of paltry non-essentials like art and science?
But she thought of them a little now. How could she get away from
them when each year of her past marched slowly in front of her, paused
for an instant that she