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Updated: May 8, 2025
When John Grier left the office it was with head bowed and mind depressed. Nothing had happened to cause him grave anxiety, yet he had been below par for several hours. Why was he working so hard? Why was life to him such a concentration? Why did he seek for more money and to get more power? To whom could it go? Not to Fabian; not to his wife. To Tarboe well, there was not enough in that!
Mother has given me money, and I'm spending my own little legacy, all but five thousand dollars of it." Fabian came up to his brother slowly. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay where you are. You're not the only man that ought to be married. Tarboe's a strong man, and he'll be father's partner. He's handsome in his rough way too, is Tarboe.
"I don't know anything you're trying to tell me, and anyhow this is not the place " With that she hastened from him up the street. Tarboe had a pang, and yet her very last words gave him hope. "I may be a bit sharp in business," he said to himself, "but I certainly am a fool in matters of the heart. Yet what she said at last had something in it for me.
The day Carnac was elected it was clear to Tarboe that he must win Junia at once, if he was ever to do so, for Carnac's new honours would play a great part in influencing her. In his mind, it was now or never for himself; he must bring affairs to a crisis. Junia's father was poor, but the girl had given their home an air of comfort and an art belonging to larger spheres.
Tarboe had been for a few months only the reputed owner of the great business, and he had paid a big price for his headship in the weighty responsibility, the strain of control; but it had got into his blood, and he felt life would not be easy without it now. Besides, there was Junia.
"Go away, Carnac, please now," she said softly. A moment afterwards he was gone. John Grier's business had beaten all past records. Tarboe was everywhere: on the river, in the saw-mills, in the lumber-yards, in the office. Health and strength and goodwill were with him, and he had the confidence of all men in the lumber-world.
I tell you, again and again I have been moved towards Luke Tarboe, and if he had had understanding of women, I should now be his wife." "You tell me what I have always known," he interposed. "I knew Tarboe had a hold on your heart. I'm not so vain as to think I've always been the one man for you. I lived long in anxious fear, and " "And now you shut the door in my face!
You've got sense and judgment, and you ain't afraid to get your own way by any route." He paused, and gripped the statue closely in his hands. Tarboe nodded. In the backwoods he had been without ambition save to be master of what he was doing and of the men who were part of his world of responsibility.
All at once Grier felt himself as far removed from Tarboe as he had ever been from Carnac, or his wife. Why was it? Suddenly Tarboe understood that between him and John Grier there must always be a flood. He realized that there was in Grier some touch of the insane thing; something apart, remote and terrible.
Nothing could save it. He'd spoil it, because he don't care for it. I bought Fabian out. As for my wife, she couldn't run it, and " "You could sell it," interrupted Tarboe. "Sell it! Sell it!" said Grier wildly. "Sell it to whom?" "To Belloc," was the malicious reply. The demon of anger seized the old man. "You say that to me you that I should sell to Belloc!
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