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Tarboe, and he'll be Prime Minister of the whole country one day. I don't think you'll like it." "You hit hard, but if I hadn't taken the business, Carnac Grier wouldn't have got it. If it hadn't been me, it would have been some one else." "Well, why don't you live like a rich man and not like a foreman?" "I've been too busy to change my mode of living.
There was, then, in the man the bigger thing, the light of fairness and reason! He had had no talk with Tarboe, and he desired none, but he had seen him at three of his meetings, and he had evidence of arduous effort on his behalf. Tarboe had influenced many people in his favour, men of standing and repute, and the workmen of the Grier firm had come, or were coming, his way.
Then he put the paper in his pocket, and, with a forced smile and nod to his father and Tarboe, left the office. "That's queer. The letter seemed to get him in the vitals," said John Grier with surprise. Tarboe nodded, and said to himself: "It's a woman all right." He smiled to himself also. He had wondered why Carnac and Junia Shale had not come to an understanding.
Presently, however, he made the Sign of the Cross upon himself, and, leaning against the wall, and opposite to Tarboe, he began the story he had told Carnac. His description of his dead fiancee had flashes of poetry and excruciating touches of life: "She had no mother, and there was lots of things she didn't know because of that ah, plenty!
Perhaps, he would have his chance to make good. He got to his feet; he held out his hand. "I'll do it." "Ain't it worth any thanks?" "Not between us," declared Tarboe. "When are you going to do it?" "To-night now." He drew out some paper and sat down with a pen in his hand. "Now," John Grier repeated. On his way home, with Luzanne's disturbing letter in his pocket, Carnac met Junia.
"If we chase them and call upon them to surrender and after all, we can prove that we had nothing contraband what a splendid game it'll be!" Mischief flicked in her eyes. "Good!" said Tarboe. "To-morrow I shall be a rich man, and then they'll not dare to come again." So saying, he gave the sail to the wind, and away the Ninety-Nine went after the one ewe lamb of the Government. Mr.
"You don't grasp why, loving you, I didn't ask you to marry me long ago; but you found out for yourself from the one who was responsible, and freed me and saved me; and now you know I am an illegitimate son." "And you want to cut me out of your life for a bad man's crime, not your own. . . . Listen, Carnac. Last night I told Mr. Tarboe I could not marry him.
"I don't understand about the three years," said Tarboe, with rising colour. "No, because I haven't told you, but you'll take it in now. I'm going to leave you the business as though you were going to have it for ever, but I'll make another will dated a week later, in which I leave it to Carnac.
Undoubtedly the massive presence of Tarboe, his animal-like, bull-headed persistency, the fun at his big mouth and the light in his bold eye had a kind of charm for her. It was as though she placed herself within the danger zone to try her strength, her will; and she had done it without real loss.
To the second class belonged Fabian Grier and his wife; to the third class belonged Luke Tarboe. Only one person seemed to understand it by intuition: Junia. Somehow, nothing Carnac did changed Junia's views of him, or surprised her, though he made her indignant often enough. To her mind, however, in the big things, his actions always had reasonableness.
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