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He was only fourteen, but already he had visions and dreamed dreams. His father John Grier was the great lumber-king of Canada, and Junia was the child of a lawyer who had done little with his life, but had had great joy of his two daughters, who were dear to him beyond telling. Carnac was one of Nature's freaks or accidents.
Grier might wear, altogether an appearance of fallen fortunes, worn-out health, and excessive, but guarded irritability.
The letter which had turned Carnac pale was the interpretation. "Say, sit down, Tarboe," said John Grier. "I want to talk with you." "I've been keeping my eye on you, Tarboe," John Grier said presently, his right hand clutching unconsciously the statue which his boy had left with him. "I didn't suppose you'd forget me when I was making or breaking you." "You're a winner, Tarboe.
Once more Bill was heard: "And I have this suggestion: We'll put up a radio broadcasting station at the school. Get a government license, find means to make our service worth while and talk to anyone we want to. How's that?" The building didn't crumble, but it surely shook. And then Professor Gray had the floor: "Girls and boys, we mustn't forget William Brown and Augustus Grier.
"Shameless, cold-hearted, stuck-up, nasty thing!" said 'Manda Grier, varying her denunciation in the repetition, and apparently getting fresh satisfaction out of it in that way. "Don't? St'ira Dudley, if you was a woman if you was half a woman you'd never speak to that little corpse-on-ice again." "O 'Manda, don't call him names-! I can't bear to have you!" "Names?
He had not lacked for more attention and interest from his own than the rules of the hospital allowed. His mother and 'Manda Grier came first, and then Statira when they would let her. She thought it hard that she was not suffered to do the least thing for him; she wished to take him away to their own rooms, where she could nurse him twice as well.
"You have said all that can be said, you have gifts greater than you yourself believe; and I have been tempted; but it is no use, there are deeper things than luxuries and the magazines of merchandise much deeper. No, no, I cannot marry you; if you were as rich as Midas, as powerful as Caesar, I would not marry you never, never, never." "You love another," he said boldly. "You love Carnac Grier."
He seemed a man dominant and plausible, with a right-minded impulsiveness. Things John Grier had said about Barouche rang in his ears. As the autumn drew near excitement increased. Political meetings were being held everywhere.
"You'd have expected John Grier to give two hundred, eh? But that would have been too plain. It looks all right now, and it must go at that." She smiled. "Well, it'll go at that. You're a good business man. I see you've given up your painting and sculping to do this! It will please your father, but are you satisfied?" "Satisfied of course, I'm not; and you know it. I'm not a money-grabber.
Grier who was rather attractive, a Miss Chrystobel Lanman, to a theater and supper party.
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