psack fashion, to his back; then from a small cabinet drew a flask, which he disposed in his hip-pocket. Another part of the same cabinet provided a first-aid outfit, 3 R 0114. Thus equipped he was just closing the door after him when another thought struck him and he returned to slip a coil of light, strong sash-cord, 36 J 9078, over his shoulders to his waist where he deftly tautened it. He had seen railroad wrecks before. For a moment he considered leaving his coat, for he had upwards of three miles to go in the increasing heat; but, reflecting that the outward and visible signs of authority might save time and questions, he thought better of it. Patting his pocket to make sure that his necessary notebook and pencil were there, he set out at a moderate, even, springless lope. He had no mind to reach a scene which might require his best qualities of mind and body, in a semi-exhausted state. Nevertheless, laden as he was, he made the three miles in less than half an hour. Let no man who has not tried to cove
* It is a long way from a railroad backwater station clerk, to the New York night life and a respected and even feared position on one of it's newspapers.
* Is that the success for which he was looking.
* He had power, but not the woman he loved.
* In his newspaper articles, he can make or break, but at what price to himself.
* Is success really, a word coined in hell?
Another story on the definition, goals and satisfaction with success.
the title of this book is very good.