The Glory of the Conquered - The Story of a Great Love

Susan Glaspell

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THE GLORY OF THE CONQUERED
THE STORY OF A GREAT LOVE
BY
SUSAN GLASPELL
1909To DR. A. L. HAGEBOECK,
Who Made This Book PossibleCONTENTS
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
CONQUEREDPART ONECHAPTER 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 thingsmatrimonial 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 might get a full view, and then
passed grinningly back to the abyss of things gone,
from over the shoulder tossing straight into her
consciousness a jeering, deep sinking "You too?"
Ernestine Stanley—that was the name she read in
one of her books open beside her. Why her very
name stood for that quarrel which had rent all the
years!
Until she was ten years old she had been
nameless. She had been You—and Baby—and
Dear—and Mother's Girl—and Father's Girl, but
her mother and father had been unable to agree
upon a name for her. Each discussion served to