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Updated: June 9, 2025
It's about the election-about Mr. Grier." Barode Barouche's heart stopped. Something about Carnac Grier something about the election and a woman! He kept a hand on himself. It must not be seen that he was in any way moved. "Is she English?" "She's French, m'sieu'." "You think I ought to see her, Gaspard?" said Barouche. "Sure," was the confident reply.
There was one feature more common in Canada than in any other country; opposing candidates met on the same platform and fought their fight out in the hearing of those whom they were wooing. One day Carnac read in a newspaper that Barode Barouche was to speak at St. Annabel. As that was not far from Charlemont he determined to hear Barouche for the first time.
Denzil saw Barode Barouche leave the house with grim concern and talking hard to Paul Marmette. He knew the way they would go, so he fell behind a tree, and saw them start for the place where they could order a cab. Then he followed them. Looking at his watch he saw that, if they got a cab, they would get to the station before the train started, and he wondered how he could retard Barouche.
Soon he had said his say at the club where his supporters, discomfited, awaited him. To demands for a speech, he said he owed to his workers what he could never repay, and that the long years they had kept him in Parliament would be the happiest memory of his life. "We'll soon have you back," shouted a voice from the crowd. "It's been a good fight," said Barode Barouche.
Junia would understand these things. As he sat at his breakfast, with the newspaper spread against the teapot and the milk-pitcher, he felt satisfied he had done the bold and right, if incomprehensible, thing. But in another hotel, at another breakfast, another man read of Carnac's candidature with sickening surprise. It was Barode Barouche.
There's that fellow Barouche Barode Barouche he's got no money, but he's a Minister, and he can make you rich or poor by planning legislation at Ottawa that'll benefit or hamper you. That's the kind of business that's worth doing seeing into the future, fashioning laws that make good men happy and bad men afraid. Don't I know! I'm a master-man in my business; nothing defeats me.
To him they were incapable of the real business of life, and were only meant to be housekeepers to men who make the world go round. So, unintentionally, he neglected me, and I was young and comely then, so the world said, and I was unwise and thoughtless. Else, I should not have listened to Barode Barouche, who, one summer in camp on the St.
"That's no reason why he shouldn't be a genius." "He's a Frenchman." "Haven't Frenchmen genius?" asked the girl. Carnac laughed. "Why, of course. Barode Barouche yes, he's a great one: he can think, he can write, and he can talk; and the talking's the best that he does though I've not heard him speak, but I've read his speeches." "Doesn't he make good laws at Ottawa?"
So it was that, with Carnac elected and Barode Barouche buried, she sat with one of Disraeli's novels in her hand busy with the future. She saw for Carnac a safe career, for his two chief foes were gone Luzanne Larue and Barode Barouche. Now she understood why Carnac had never asked her to be his wife.
Her relations with him had been one swift, absorbing fever a mad dream, a moment of rash impulse, a yielding to the natural feeling which her own husband had aroused: the husband who now neglected her while Barode Barouche treated her so well, until a day when under his beguilement a stormy impulse gave Carnac.
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