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Partly dragging, partly lifting, Girard succeeded, after long and severe exertion, in getting him into the vehicle. For sixty days Mr. Girard continued to discharge his duties, never absenting himself from his post, being nobly sustained by Peter Helm.
I reckon you are acquainted with some friend of mine, for I've certainly heard the name." The men had poured out their drink, when number one, who had announced his own name as Girard, said: "That's mighty poor whisky. It's like the game bad." Thatford said: "Let's go and have a little lunch and a good drink to wash out that vile stuff." "Will you go with us?" said Girard.
Here is my second; this young man will see that I have fair play." Girard here spoke up and demanded: "Who are you? How dare you enter my house uninvited and unannounced?" The youth assumed a merry demeanor and said: "I thought there was going to be some fun here and I dropped in; that's all. I like a fight a good square fight." The men were evidently unmanned.
"Who told me!" he replied, rather astonished at her abrupt tone. "Why, Girard, whom I met just now at the door of the Cafe Francais. He has gone on a journey, or is to go." She gave a sob. "What surprises you in that? He absents himself like that from time to time for a change, and, ma foi, I think he's right, when one has a fortune and is a bachelor. Besides, he has jolly times, has our friend.
And if he should inquire closely into the character and career of the man who willed this great institution into being, he would perhaps be willing to admit that there was room in the world for one Girard, though it were a pity there should ever be another.
If there was anything that Girard utterly despised and detested, it was that vicious mode of doing business which, together with extravagant living, causes seven business men in ten to fail every ten years. We are enabled to state, however, on the best authority, that he was substantially just to those whom he employed, and considerately kind to his own kindred.
Ask him as to the facts," the cowpuncher proposed. Girard turned to his host and spoke to him in a low voice. "General, this man has a good reputation at home. He has a host of friends in Arizona. I believe he is speaking the truth. Perhaps General Pasquale may have been too hasty. Let us send for all the witnesses and make a thorough investigation of the charges against him.
He loaded the ship up again, and in a year the man came back with a cargo that netted twenty-five thousand dollars. Girard gave him a silver watch worth twenty dollars and chided him for having been gone so long. Then Girard made a pot of tea for both, on the little stove in the office back of his bank, for the millionaire always prided himself on being a cook.
And do you know her well?" "She is very fair, and sweet, and good. You will love her when you know her, and I think you will be friends." She had not needed this; the tell-tale eye was sufficient to reveal the fact that it was not, as she had at first supposed, Olive Girard, but the younger sister, whom Clarence Vaughan loved. "I might have known," she murmured to herself.
He returned to his home without guessing at the motives of his detention, but he learned that his wife had had her portrait painted during his absence, and his jealousy was set to work. Soon a letter from Girard, a fatal letter, which fell into his hands, convinced him of the injury done him.
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