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JOHN GRIER MAKES A JOURNEY +XVII. THE READING OF THE WILL + + + + +CHAPTER XIII + +CARNAC'S RETURN + +"Well, what's happened since I've been gone, mother?" asked Carnac. "Is +nobody we're interested in married, or going to be married?" + +It was spring-time eight months after Carnac had vanished from Montreal, +and the sun of late April was melting the snow upon the hills, bringing +out the smell of the sprouting verdure and the exultant song of the +birds. + +His mother replied sorrowfully: "Junia's been away since last fall. Her +aunt in the West was taken ill, and she's been with her ever since. Tell +me, dearest, is everything all right now? Are you free to do what you +want?" + +He shook his head morosely. "No, everything's all wrong. I blundered, +and I'm paying the price." + +"You didn't find Luzanne Larue?" + +"Yes, I found her, but it was no good. I said there was divorce, and she +replied I'd done it with my eyes open, and had signed our names in the +book of the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Carnac Grier and divorce would not be +possible. Also, I'd let things go for a year, and what jury would give +me relief! I consulted a lawyer. He said she had the game in her hands, +and that a case could be put up that would discredit me with jury or +judge, so there it is. . . . Well, bad as she is, she's fond of me +in her way. I don't think she's ever gone loose with any man; this is +only a craze, I'm sure. She wanted me, and she meant to have me." + +His mother protested: "No pure, straight, honest girl would--" + +Carnac laughed bitterly, and interrupted. "Don't talk that way, mother. +The girl was brought up among exiles and political criminals in the +purlieu of Montmartre. What's possible in one place is impossible in +another. Devil as she is, I want to do her justice." + +"Did she wear a wedding-ring?" + +"No, but she used my name as her own: I saw it on the paper door-plate. +She said she would wait awhile longer, but if at the end of six months I +didn't do my duty, she'd see the thing through here among my own people." + +"Six months--it's overdue now!" she said in agitation. + +He nodded helplessly. "I'm in hell as things are. There's only this to +be said: She's done naught yet, and she mayn't do aught!" + +They were roused by the click of the gate. "That's your father--that's +John Grier," she said. + +They heard the front door open and shut, a footstep in the hall, then the +door opened and John Grier came into the room. + +Preoccupation, abstraction, filled his face, as he came forward. It was +as though he was looking at something distant that both troubled and +pleased him. When he saw Carnac he stopped, his face flushed. For an +instant he stood unmoving, and then he held out his hand. + +"So you've come back, Carnac. When did you get here?" + +As Carnac released his hand from John Grier's cold clasp, he said: "A +couple of hours ago." + +The old man scrutinized him sharply, carefully. "Getting on--making +money?" he asked. "Got your hand in the pocket of the world?" + +Carnac shook his head. "I don't care much about the pocket of the world, +but they like my work in London and New York. I don't get Royal Academy +prices, but I do pretty well." + +"Got some pride, eh?" + +"I'm always proud when anybody outside Montreal mentions your name! +It makes me feel I have a place in the world." + +"Guess you've made your own place," said the other, pleasure coming to +his cheek. "You've got your own shovel and pick to make wealth." + +"I care little about wealth. All I want is enough to clothe and feed me, +and give me a little home." + +"A little home! Yes, it's time," remarked the other, as he seated +himself in his big chair by the table. "Why don't you marry?" + +The old man's eyes narrowed until there could only be seen a slit of fire +between the lids, and a bitter smile came to his lips. He had told his +wife a year ago that he had cut Carnac out of all business consideration. +So now, he added: + +"Tarboe's taken your place in the business, Carnac. Look out he doesn't +take your little home too." + +"He's had near a year, and he hasn't done it yet." + +"Is that through any virtue of yours?" + +"Probably not," answered Carnac ironically. "But I've been away; he's +been here. He's had everything with him. Why hasn't he pulled it off +then?" + +"He pulls off everything he plans. He's never fallen over his own feet +since he's been with me, and, if I can help it, he won't have a fall when +I'm gone." + +Suddenly he got to his feet; a fit of passion seized him. "What's Junia +to me--nothing! I've every reason to dislike her, but she comes and goes +as if the place belonged to her. She comes to my office; she comes to +this house; she visits Fabian; she tries to boss everybody. Why don't +you regularize it? Why don't you marry her, and then we'll know where we +are? She's got more brains than anybody else in our circle. She's got +tact and humour. Her sister's a fool; she's done harm. Junia's got +sense. What are you waiting for? I wouldn't leave her for Tarboe! Look +here, Carnac, I wanted you to do what Tarboe's doing, and you wouldn't. +You cheeked me--so I took him in. He's made good every foot of the way. +He's a wonder. I'm a millionaire. I'm two times a millionaire, and I +got the money honestly. I gave one-third of it to Fabian, and he left +us. I paid him in cash, and now he's fighting me." + +Carnac bristled up: "What else could he do? He might have lived on the +interest of the money, and done nothing. You trained him for business, +and he's gone on with the business you trained him for. There are other +lumber firms. Why don't you quarrel with them? Why do you drop on +Fabian as if he was dirt?" + +"Belloc's a rogue and a liar." + +"What difference does that make? Isn't it a fair fight? Don't you want +anybody to sit down or stand up till you tell them to? Is it your view +you shall tyrannize, browbeat, batter, and then that everybody you love, +or pretend to love, shall bow down before you as though you were eternal +law? I'm glad I didn't. I'm making my own life. You gave me a chance +in your business, and I tried it, and declined it. You gave it to some +one else, and I approved of it. What more do you want?" + +Suddenly a new spirit of defiance awoke in him. "What I owe you I don't +know, but if you'll make out what you think is due, for what you've done +for me in the way of food and clothes and education, I'll see you get it +all. Meanwhile, I want to be free to move and do as I will." + +John Grier sat down in his chair again, cold, merciless, with a scornful +smile. + +"Yes, yes," he said slowly, "you'd have made a great business man if +you'd come with me. You refused. I don't understand you--I never did. +There's only one thing that's alike in us, and that's a devilish self- +respect, self-assertion, self-dependence. There's nothing more to be +said between us--nothing that counts. Don't get into a passion, Carnac. +It don't become you. Good-night--good-night." + +Suddenly his mother's face produced a great change in Carnac. Horror, +sorrow, remorse, were all there. He looked at John Grier; then at his +mother. The spirit of the bigger thing crept into his heart. He put his +arm around his mother and kissed her. + +"Good-night, mother," he said. Then he went to his father and held out a +hand. "You don't mind my speaking what I think?" he continued, with a +smile. "I've had a lot to try me. Shake hands with me, father. We +haven't found the way to walk together yet. Perhaps it will come; I hope +so." + +Again a flash of passion seized John Grier. He got to his feet. "I'll +not shake hands with you, not to night. You can't put the knife in and +turn it round, and then draw it out and put salve on the wound and say +everything's all right. Everything's all wrong. My family's been my +curse. First one, then another, and then all against me,--my whole +family against me!" + +He dropped back in his chair sunk in gloomy reflection. + +"Well, good-night," said Carnac. "It will all come right some day." + +A moment afterwards he was gone. His mother sat down in her seat by the +window; his father sat brooding by the table. + +Carnac stole down the hillside, his heart burning in him. It had not +been a successful day. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV + +THE HOUSE OF THE THREE TREES + +During Carnac's absence, Denzil had lain like an animal, watching, as it +were, the doorway out of which Tarboe came and went. His gloom at last +became fanaticism. During all the eight months of Carnac's absence he +prowled in the precincts of memory. + +While Junia was at home he had been watchfully determined to save her +from Tarboe, if possible. He had an obsession of wrong-mindedness which +is always attached to crime. Though Luke Tarboe had done him no wrong, +and was entitled, if he could, to win Junia for himself, to the mind of +Denzil the stain of his brother's past was on Tarboe's life. He saw +Tarboe and Junia meet; he knew Tarboe put himself in her way, and he was +right in thinking that the girl, with a mind for comedy and coquetry, was +drawn instinctively to danger. + +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. More than once, as she waited in the office for old John +Grier to come, she had a strange, intuitive feeling that Tarboe might +suddenly grip her in his arms. + +She flushed at the thought of it; it seemed so absurd. Yet that very +thought had passed through the mind of the man. He was by nature a +hunter; he was self-willed and reckless. No woman had ever moved him in +his life until this girl crossed his path, and he reached out towards her +with the same will to control that he had used in the business of life. +Yet, while this brute force suggested physical control of the girl, it +had its immediate reaction. She was so fine, so delicate, and yet so +full of summer and the free unfettered life of the New World, so +unimpassioned physically, yet so passionate in mind and temperament, +that he felt he must atone for the wild moment's passion--the passion +of possession, which had made him long to crush her to his breast. There +was nothing physically repulsive in it; it was the wild, strong life of +conquering man, of which he had due share. For, as he looked at her +sitting in his office, her perfect health, her slim boyishness, her +exquisite lines and graceful turn of hand, arm and body, or the flower- +like turn of the neck, were the very harmony and poetry of life. But she +was terribly provoking too; and he realized that she was an unconscious +coquette, that her spirit loved mastery as his did. + +Denzil could not know this, however. It was impossible for him to +analyse the natures of these two people. He had instinct, but not enough +to judge the whole situation, and so for two months after Carnac +disappeared he had lived a life of torture. Again and again he had +determined to tell Junia the story of Tarboe's brother, but instinctive +delicacy stopped him. He could not tell her the terrible story which +had robbed him of all he loved and had made him the avenger of the dead. +A half-dozen times after she came back from John Grier's office, with +slightly heightening colour, and the bright interest in her eyes, and had +gone about the garden fondling the flowers, he had started towards her; +but had stopped short before her natural modesty. Besides, why should he +tell her? She had her own life to make, her own row to hoe. Yet, as the +weeks passed, it seemed he must break upon this dangerous romance; and +then suddenly she went to visit her sick aunt in the Far West. Denzil +did not know, however, that, in John Grier's office as she had gone over +figures of a society in which she was interested, the big hand of Tarboe +had suddenly closed upon her fingers, and that his head bent down beside +hers for one swift instant, as though he would whisper to her. Then she +quickly detached herself, yet smiled at him, as she said reprovingly: + +"You oughtn't to do that. You'll spoil our friendship." + +She did not wait longer. As he stretched out his hands to her, his face +had gone pale: she vanished through the doorway, and in forty-eight hours +was gone to her sick aunt. The autumn had come and the winter and the +spring, and the spring was almost gone when she returned; and, with her +return, Catastrophe lifted its head in the person of Denzil. + +Perhaps it was imperative instinct that brought Junia back in an hour +coincident with Carnac's return--perhaps. In any case, there it was. +They had both returned, as it were, in the self-same hour, each having +endured a phase of emotion not easy to put on paper. + +Denzil told her of Carnac's return, and she went to the house where +Carnac's mother lived, and was depressed at what she saw and felt. Mrs. +Grier's face was not that of one who had good news. The long arms almost +hurt when they embraced her. Yet Carnac was a subject of talk between +them--open, clear eyed talk. The woman did not know what to say, except +to praise her boy, and the girl asked questions cheerfully, unimportantly +as to sound, but with every nerve tingling. There was, however, so much +of the comedienne in her, so much coquetry, that only one who knew her +well could have seen the things that troubled her behind all. As though +to punish herself, she began to speak of Tarboe, and Mrs. Grier's face +clouded; she spoke more of Tarboe, and the gloom deepened. Then, with +the mask of coquetry still upon her she left Carnac's mother abashed, +sorrowful and alone. + +Tarboe had called in her absence. Entering the garden, he saw Denzil at +work. At the click of the gate Denzil turned, and came forward. + +"She ain't home," he said bluntly. "She's out. She ain't here. She's +up at Mr. Grier's house, bien sur." + +To Tarboe Denzil's words were offensive. It was none of Denzil's +business whether he came or went in this house, or what his relations +with Junia were. Democrat though he was, he did not let democracy +transgress his personal associations. He knew that the Frenchman was +less likely to say and do the crude thing than the Britisher. + +Tarboe knew of the position held by Denzil in the Shale household; and +that long years of service had given him authority. All this, however, +could not atone for the insolence of Denzil's words, but he had +controlled men too long to act rashly. + +"When will Mademoiselle be back?" he asked, putting a hand on himself. + +"To-night," answered Denzil, with an antipathetic eye. + +"Don't be a damn fool. Tell me the hour when you think she will be at +home. Before dinner--within the next sixty minutes?" + +"Ma'm'selle is under no orders. She didn't say when she would be back-- +but no!" + +"Do you think she'll be back for dinner?" asked Tarboe, smothering his +anger, but get to get his own way. + +"I think she'll be back for dinner!" and he drove the spade into the +ground. + +"Then I'll sit down and wait." Tarboe made for the verandah. + +Denzil presently trotted after and said: "I'd like a word with you." + +Tarboe turned round. "Well, what have you got to say?" + +"Better be said in my house, not here," replied Denzil. His face was +pale, but there was fire in his eyes. There was no danger of violence, +and, if there were, Tarboe could deal with it. Why should there be +violence? Why should that semi-insanity in Denzil's eyes disturb him? +The one thing to do was to forge ahead. He nodded. + +"Where are you taking me?" he asked presently, as they passed through +the gate. + +"To my little house by the Three Trees. I've got things I'd like to show +you, and there's some things I'd like to say. You are a big hulk of a +man, and I'm nobody, but yet I've been close to you and yours in my time +--that's so, for sure." + +"You've been close to me and mine in your time, eh? I didn't know that." + +"No, you didn't know it. Nobody knew it--I've kept it to myself. Your +family wasn't all first-class--but no." + +They soon reached the plain board-house, with the well-laid foundation of +stone, by the big Three Trees. Inside the little spare, undecorated +room, Tarboe looked round. It was all quiet and still enough. It was +like a lodge in the wilderness. Somehow, the atmosphere of it made him +feel apart and lonely. Perhaps that was a little due to the timbered +ceiling, to the walls with cedar scantlings showing, to the crude look of +everything-the head of a moose, the skins hanging down the sides of the +walls, the smell of the cedar, and the swift movement of a tame red +squirrel, which ran up the walls and over the floor and along the +chimney-piece, for Denzil avoided the iron stove so common in these new +cold lands, and remained faithful to a huge old-fashioned mantel. + +Presently Denzil faced him, having closed the door. "I said I'd been +near to your family and you didn't believe me. Sit down, please to, and +I'll tell you my story." + +Seating himself with a little curt laugh, Tarboe waved a hand as though +to say: "Go ahead. I'm ready." + +It was difficult for Denzil to begin. He walked up and down the room, +muttering and shaking his head. 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! She had to learn, and she brought on her own +tragedy by not knowing that men, even when good to look at, can't be +trusted; that every place, even in the woods and the fields where every +one seems safe to us outdoor people, ain't safe--but no. So she trusted, +and then one day--" + +For the next five minutes the words poured from him in moroseness. He +drew a picture of the lonely wood, of the believing credulous girl and +the masterful, intellectual, skilful man. In the midst of it Tarboe +started. The description of the place and of the man was familiar. He +had a vision of a fair young girl encompassed by clanger; he saw her in +the man's arms; the man's lips to hers, and-- + +"Good God--good God!" he said twice, for a glimmer of the truth struck +him. He knew what his brother had done. He could conceive the revenge +to his brother's amorous hand. He listened till the whole tale was told; +till the death of the girl in the pond at home--back in her own little +home. Then the rest of the story shook him. + +"The verdict of the coroner's court was that he was shot by his own hand +--by accident," said Denzil. "That was the coroner's verdict, but yes! +Well, he was shot by his own gun, but not by his own hand. There was +some one who loved the girl, took toll. The world did not know, and does +not know, but you know--you--you, the brother of him that spoiled a +woman's life! Do you think such a man should live? She was the sweetest +girl that ever lived, and she loved me! She told me the truth--and he +died by his own gun--in the woods; but it wasn't accident--it wasn't +accident--but no! The girl had gone, but behind her was some one that +loved her, and he settled it once for all." + +As he had told the story, Denzil's body seemed to contract; his face took +on an insane expression. It was ghastly pale, but his eyes ware aflame. +His arms stretched out with grim realism as he told of the death of +Almeric Tarboe. + +"You've got the whole truth, m'sieu'. I've told it you at last. I've +never been sorry for killing him--never--never--never. Now, what are you +going to do about it--you--his brother--you that come here making love +too?" + +As the truth dawned upon Tarboe, his great figure stretched itself. A +black spirit possessed him. + +When Denzil had finished, Tarboe stood up. There was dementia, cruelty, +stark purpose in his eyes, in every movement. + +"What am I going to do? You killed my brother! Well, I'm going to kill +you. God blast your soul--I'm going to kill you!" + +He suddenly swooped upon Denzil, his fingers clenched about the thick +throat, insane rage was on him. + +At that moment there was a knock at the door, it opened, and Carnac +stepped inside. He realized the situation and rushed forward. There was +no time to struggle. + +"Let him go," he cried. "You devil--let him go." Then with all his +might, he struck Tarboe in the face. The blow brought understanding back +to Tarboe. His fingers loosed from the Frenchman's throat, and Carnac +caught Denzil as he fell backwards. + +"Good God!" said Carnac. "Good God, Tarboe! Wasn't it enough for your +brother to take this man's love without your trying to take his life?" + +Carnac's blow brought conviction to Tarboe, whose terrible rage passed +away. He wiped the blood from his face. + +"Is the little devil all right?" he whispered. + +Denzil spoke: "Yes. This is the second time M'sieu' Carnac has saved my +life." + +Carnac intervened. "Tell me, Tarboe, what shall you do, now you know the +truth?" + +At last Tarboe thrust out a hand. "I don't know the truth," he said. + +By this Carnac knew that Denzil was safe from the law. + + + + +CHAPTER XV + +CARNAC AND JUNIA + +Tarboe did not see Junia that evening nor for many evenings, but Carnac +and Junia met the next day in her own house. He came on her as she was +arranging the table for midday dinner. She had taken up again the +threads of housekeeping, cheering her father, helping the old French- +woman cook--a huge creature who moved like a small mountain, and was a +tyrant in her way to the old cheerful avocat, whose life had been a +struggle for existence, yet whose one daughter had married a rich +lumberman, and whose other daughter could marry wealth, handsomeness +and youth, if she chose. + +When Carnac saw Junia she was entering the dining-room with flowers and +fruit, and he recalled the last time they met, when she had thrust the +farewell bouquet of flowers into his hand. That was in the early autumn, +and this was in late spring, and the light in her face was as glowing as +then. A remembrance of the scene came to the minds of both, and the girl +gave a little laugh. + +"Well, well, Carnac," she said gaily, her cheek flushing, her eyes warm +with colour: "well, I sent you away with flowers. Did they bring you +luck?" She looked him steadily in the eyes. + +"Yes, they brought me a perfect remembrance--of one who has always been +to me like the balm of Gilead." + +"Soothing and stimulating, eh?" she asked, as she put the flowers on the +table and gave him her hand--no, she suddenly gave him both hands with a +rush of old-time friendship, which robbed it of all personal emotion. + +For a moment he held her hands. He felt them tremble in his warm clasp, +the delicate, shivering pulsation of youth, the womanly feeling. It was +for an instant only, because she withdrew her fingers. Then she caught +up an apple from the dish she had brought in, and tossed it to him. + +"For a good boy," she said. "You have been a good boy, haven't you?" + +"I think so, chiefly by remembering a good girl." + +"That's a pretty compliment--meant for me?" + +"Yes, meant for you. I think you understand me better than anyone else." + +He noticed her forehead wrinkle slightly, and a faint, incredulous smile +come to her lips. + +"I shouldn't think I understand you, Carnac," she said, over her +shoulder, as she arranged dishes on the sideboard. "I shouldn't think I +know you well. There's no Book of Revelations of your life except in +your face." + +She suddenly turned full on him, and held his eyes. "Carnac, I think +your face looks honest. I've always thought so, and yet I think you're +something of a scamp, a rogue and a thief." + +There was determination at her lips, through which, though only slightly +apart, her beautiful teeth, so straight, so regular, showed. "You don't +play fair. What's the good of having a friend if you don't tell your +friend your troubles? And you've been in trouble, Carnac, and you're +fighting it through alone. Is that wise? You ought to tell some bad +man, or some good woman--if they're both clever--what's vexing you. + +"You see the bad clever man would probably think out something that would +have the same effect as the good clever woman. They never would think +out the same thing, but each 'd think out what would help you." + +"But you've just said I'm a bad clever man. Why shouldn't I work out my +own trouble?" + +"Oh, you're bad enough," she answered, "but you're not clever enough." + +He smiled grimly. "I'm not sure though about the woman. Perhaps I'll +tell the good clever woman some day and let her help me, if she can. +But I'd warn her it won't be easy." + +"Then there's another woman in it!" + +He did not answer. He could not let her know the truth, yet he was sure +she would come to know it one way or another. + +At that moment she leaned over the table and stretched a hand to arrange +something. The perfection of her poise, the beauty of her lines, the +charm of her face seized Carnac, and, with an impulse, he ran his arm +around her waist. + +"Junia--Junia!" he said in a voice of rash, warm feeling. + +She was like a wild bird caught in its flight. A sudden stillness held +her, and then she turned her head towards him, subdued inquiry in her +eyes. For a moment only she looked--and then she said: + +"Take your arm away, please." + +The conviction that he ought not to make any sign of love to her broke +his sudden passion. He drew back ashamed, yet defiant, rebuked, yet +rebellious. It was like a challenge to her. A sarcastic smile crossed +her lips. + +"What a creature of impulses you are, Carnac! When we were children the +day you saved Denzil years ago you flung your arms around me and kissed +me. I didn't understand anything then, and what's more I don't think you +did. You were a wilful, hazardous boy, and went your way taking the +flowers in the garden that didn't belong to you. Yet after all these +years, with an impulse behind which there is nothing--nothing at all, +you repeat that incident." + +Suddenly passion seemed to possess her. "How dare you trifle with things +that mean so much! Have you learned nothing since I saw you last? Can +nothing teach you, Carnac? Can you not learn how to play the big part? +If you weren't grown up, do you know what I would do? I would slap the +face of an insolent, thoughtless, hopeless boy." Then her temper seemed +to pass. She caught up an apple again and thrust it into his hand. "Go +and eat that, Adam. Perhaps it'll make you wise like the old Adam. He +put his faults upon a woman." + +"So do I," said Carnac. "So do I." + +"That's what you would do, but you mustn't play that sort of game with a +good woman." She burst out laughing. "For a man you're a precious fool! +I don't think I want to see you again. You don't improve. You're full +of horrid impulses." Her indignation came back. "How dare you put your +arm around me!" + +"It was the impulse of my heart. I can say no more; if I could I would. +There's something I should like to tell you, but I mustn't." He put the +apple down. + +"About the other woman, I suppose," she said coldly, the hot indignation +gone from her lips. + +He looked her steadfastly in the eyes. "If you won't trust me--if you +won't trust me--" + +"I've always trusted you," she replied, "but I don't trust you now. +Don't you understand that a good girl hates conduct like yours?" + +Suddenly with anger he turned upon her. "Yes, I understand everything, +but you don't understand. Why won't you believe that the reason I won't +tell you my trouble is that it's best you shouldn't know? You're a young +girl; you don't know life; you haven't seen it as I've seen it--in the +sewage, in the ditch, on the road, on the mountain and in the bog. I +want you to keep faith with your old friend who doesn't care what the +rest of the world thinks, but who wants your confidence. Trust me--don't +condemn me. Believe me, I haven't been wanton. Won't you trust me?" + +The spirit of egotism was alive in her. She knew how much she had denied +herself in the past months. She did not know whether she loved him, but +injured pride tortured her. Except in a dance and in sports at a picnic +or recreation-ground no man had ever put his arms around her. No man +except Carnac, and that he had done it was like a lash upon the raw +skinless flesh. If she had been asked by the Almighty whether she loved +Carnac, she would have said she did not know. This was not a matter of +love; but of womanhood, of self-respect, of the pride of one who cannot +ask for herself what she wants in the field of love, who must wait to be +wooed and won. + +"You don't think I'm straight," he said in protest. "You think I'm no +good, that I'm a fraud. You're wrong. Believe me, that is the truth." +He came closer up to her. "Junia, if you'll stand by me, I'm sure I'll +come out right. I've been caught in a mesh I can't untangle yet, but it +can be untangled, and when it is, you shall know everything, because then +you'll understand. I can free myself from the tangle, but it could never +be explained--not so the world would believe. I haven't trifled with +you. I would believe in you even if I saw, or thought I saw, the signs +of wrong in you. I would know that at heart you were good. I put my +faith in you long ago--last year I staked all on your friendship, and I +haven't been deceived." + +He smiled at her, his soul in his eyes. There was truth in his smile, +and she realized it. + +After a moment, she put out a hand and pushed him gently from her. "Go +away, Carnac, please--now," she said softly. + +A moment afterwards he was gone. + + + + +CHAPTER XVI + +JOHN GRIER MAKES A JOURNEY + +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. It was rumoured that he was a +partner of John Grier, and it was a good thing for him as well as for the +business. He was no partner, however; he was on a salary with a bonus +percentage of the profits; but that increased his vigour. + +There were times when he longed for the backwoods life; when the smell of +the pines and the firs and the juniper got into his nostrils; when he +heard, in imagination, the shouts of the river-men as they chopped down +the trees, sawed the boles into standard lengths, and plunged the big +timbers into the stream, or round the fire at night made call upon the +spirit of recreation. In imagination, he felt the timbers creaking and +straining under his feet; he smelt the rich soup from the cook's caboose; +he drank basins of tea from well-polished metal; he saw the ugly rows in +the taverns, where men let loose from river duty tried to regain civilian +life by means of liquor and cards; he heard the stern thud of a hard fist +against a piece of wood; he saw twenty men spring upon another twenty +with rage in their faces; he saw hundreds of men arrived in civilization +once again striking for their homes and loved ones, storming with life. +He saw the door flung open, and the knee-booted, corduroyed river-man, +with red sash around his waist and gold rings in his ears, seize the +woman he called wife and swing her to him with a hungry joy; he saw the +children pushed gently here, or roughly, but playfully, tossed in the air +and caught again; but he also saw the rough spirits of the river march +into their homes like tyrants returned, as it were, cursing and banging +their way back to their rightful nests. + +Occasionally he would wish to be in it all again, out in the wild woods +and on the river and in the shanty, free and strong and friendly and a +bit ferocious. All he had known of the backwoods life filled his veins, +tortured him at times. + +From the day that both wills were made and signed, no word had been +spoken concerning them between him and John Grier. He admired certain +characteristics of John Grier; some secret charities, some impulsive +generosity, some signs of public spirit. The old man was fond of +animals, and had given water-troughs to the town; and his own horses and +the horses he used in the woods were always well fed. Also, in all his +arrangements for the woods, he was generous. He believed in feeding his +men well. It was rough food--beans, potatoes, peas, lentils, pork in +barrels-salted pork; but there was bread of the best, rich soup, pork +well boiled and fried, with good tea, freshly made. This was the regular +fare, and men throve on it. + +One day, however, shortly after Carnac's return home, there came a change +in the scene. Things had been going badly for a couple of days and the +old man had been seriously overworked. He had not listened to the +warnings of Tarboe, or to the hints thrown out by his own punished +physique. He was not a man to take hints. Everything that vexed his +life roused opposition. This Tarboe knew, but he also knew that the +business must suffer, if the old man suffered. + +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! This man had only lately +come into his life, and was only near to him in a business sense. Carnac +was near in every sense that really mattered, and Carnac was out of it +all. + +He was not loved, and in his heart of hearts he knew it, but he had had +his own way, and he loved himself. No one seemed to care for him, not +even his wife. How many years was it since they had roomed together? +Yet as he went towards his own home now, he recalled the day they were +married, and for the first time had drawn as near to each other as life +could draw. He had thought her wonderful then, refined, and oh! so rich +in life's gifts. His love had almost throttled her. She was warm and +bountiful and full of temperament. So it went for three years, and then +slowly he drew away from her until at last, returning from the backwoods, +he had gone to another room, and there had stayed. Very occasionally he +had smothered her with affection, but that had passed, until now, middle- +aged, she seemed to be not a room away from him, but a thousand rooms +away. He saw it with no reproach to himself. He forgot it was he who +had left her room, and had set up his own tabernacle, because his hours +differed from hers, and because she tossed in her bed at nights, and that +made him restless too. + +Yet, if his love had been the real thing, he would have stayed, because +their lives were so similar, and the rules of domestic life in French +Canada were so fixed. He had spoiled his own household, destroyed his +own peace, forsaken his own nest, outlived his hope and the possibility +of further hope, except more business success, more to leave behind him. + +That was the stern truth. Had he been a different man the devotion his +wife had shown would have drawn him back to her; had she been a different +woman, unvexed by a horrible remembrance, she would have made his soul +her own and her soul his own once again. She had not dared to tell him +the truth; afraid more for her boy's sake than for her own. She had been +glad that Tarboe had helped to replace the broken link with Fabian, that +he had taken the place which Carnac, had he been John Grier's son, ought +to have taken. She could not blame Carnac, and she could not blame her +husband, but the thing ate into her heart. + +John Grier found her sitting by her table in the great living-room, +patient and grave, and yet she smiled at him, and rose as he came into +the room. His troubled face brought her forward quickly. She stretched +out a hand appealingly to him. + +"What's the matter, John? Has anything upset you?" + +"I'm not upset." + +"Yes you are," she urged, "but, yes, you are! Something has gone wrong." + +"Nothing's gone wrong that hasn't been wrong for many a year," he said. + +"What's been wrong for many a year?" + +"The boys you brought into this world--your sons!" he burst out. "Why +isn't Carnac working with me? There must have been something damned bad +in the bringing up of those boys. I've not, got the love of any of you, +and I know it. Why should I be thrown over by every one?" + +"Every one hasn't thrown you over. Mr. Tarboe hasn't. You've been in +great spirits about him. What's the matter?" + +He waved a hand savagely at her, with an almost insane look in his eyes. + +"What's he to me! He's a man of business. In a business way I like him, +but I want my own flesh and blood by me in my business. I wanted Carnac, +and he wouldn't come--a few weeks only he came. I had Fabian, and he +wouldn't stay. If I'd had a real chance--" + +He broke off, with an outward savage protest of his hands, his voice +falling. + +"If you'd had your chance, you'd have made your own home happy," she said +sadly. "That was your first duty, not your business--your home--your +home! You didn't care about it. There were times when for months you +forgot me; and then--then--" + +Suddenly a dreadful suspicion seized his brain. His head bent forward, +his shoulders thrust out, he stumbled towards her. + +"Then--well, what then!" he gasped. "Then--you--forgot--" + +She realized she had gone too far, saw the storm in his mind. + +"No--no--no, I didn't forget you, John. Never--but--" + +She got no farther. Suddenly his hands stretched out as if to seize her +shoulders, his face became tortured--he swayed. She caught him. She +lowered him to the floor, and put a hassock under his head. Then she +rang the bell--rang it--and rang again. + +When help came, all was too late. John Grier had gone for ever. + + + + +CHAPTER XVII + +THE READING OF THE WILL + +As Tarboe stood in the church alone at the funeral, in a pew behind John +Grier's family, sadness held him. He had known, as no one else knew, +that the business would pass into his own hands. He suddenly felt his +task too big for him, and he looked at Carnac now with sympathy. Carnac +had brains, capacity, could almost take his father's place; he was +tactful, intuitive, alert. Yet Carnac, at present, was out of the +question. He knew the stress of spirit which had turned Carnac from +the opportunity lying at his feet. + +In spite of himself there ran through his mind another thought. Near by, +at the left, dressed in mourning also, was Junia. He had made up his +mind that Junia should be his, and suddenly the usefulness of the +business about to fall into his hands became a weapon in the field of +Love. He was physically a finer man than Carnac; he had capacity; he had +personality; and he would have money and position--for a time at least. +In that time, why should he not win this girl with the wonderful eyes and +hair, with the frankness and candour of unspoiled girlhood in her face? +Presently he would be in the blare of sensation, in the height of as +dramatic an episode as comes to the lives of men; and in the episode he +saw advantages which should weigh with any girl. + +Then had come the reading of the will after the funeral rites were over, +and he, with the family, were gathered in the dining-room of the House on +the Hill. + +He was scarcely ready, however, for the prodigious silence following the +announcement read by the lawyer. He felt as though life was suspended +for many minutes, when it was proclaimed that he, Luke Tarboe, would +inherit the property. Although he knew of the contents of the will his +heart was thumping like a sledge-hammer. + +He looked round the room slowly. The only embarrassment to be seen was +on the faces of Fabian and his wife. Mrs. Grier and Carnac showed +nothing. Carnac did not even move; by neither gesture nor motion of body +did he show aught. At the close of it all, he came to Tarboe and held +out a hand. + +"Good luck to you, Tarboe!" he said. "You'll make a success, and that's +what he wanted more than anything else. Good luck to you!" he said +again and turned away. . . . + +When John Grier's will was published in the Press consternation filled +the minds of all. Tarboe had been in the business for under two years, +yet here he was left all the property with uncontracted power. Mrs. John +Grier was to be paid during her life a yearly stipend of twenty thousand +dollars from the business; she also received a grant of seventy thousand +dollars. Beyond that, there were a few gifts to hospitals and for the +protection of horses, while to the clergyman of the parish went one +thousand dollars. It certainly could not be called a popular will, and, +complimentary as the newspapers were to the energy and success of John +Grier, few of them called him public-spirited, or a generous-hearted +citizen. In his death he paid the price of his egotism. + +The most surprised person, however, was Junia Shale. + +To her it was shameful that Carnac should be eliminated from all share in +the abundant fortune John Grier had built up. It seemed fantastic that +the fortune and the business--and the business was the fortune--should be +left to Tarboe. Had she known the contents of the will before John Grier +was buried, she would not have gone to the funeral. Egotistic she had +known Grier to be, and she imagined the will to be a sudden result of +anger. He was dead and buried. The places that knew him knew him no +more. All in an hour, as it were, the man Tarboe--that dominant, +resourceful figure--had come into wealth and power. + +After Junia read the substance of the will, she went springing up the +mountain-side, as it were to work off her excitement by fatigue. At the +mountain-top she gazed over the River St. Lawrence with an eye blind to +all except this terrible distortion of life. Yet through her +obfuscation, there ran admiration for Tarboe. What a man he was! He +had captured John Grier as quickly and as securely as a night fisherman +spears a sturgeon in the flare at the bow of the boat. Tarboe's ability +was as marked as John Grier's mad policy. It was strange that Tarboe +should have bewildered and bamboozled--if that word could be used--the +old millowner. It was as curious and thrilling as John Grier's +fanaticism. + +Already the pinch of corruption had nipped his flesh; he was useless, +motionless in his narrow house, and yet, unseen but powerful, his +influence went on. It shamed a wife and son; it blackened the doors +of a home; it penalized a family. + +Indeed he had been a bad man, and yet she could not reconcile it all +with a wonderful something in him, a boldness, a sense of humour, an +everlasting energy, an electric power. She had never seen anyone +vitalize everything round him as John Grier had done. He threw things +from him like an exasperated giant; he drew things to him like an Angel +of the Covenant. To him life was less a problem than an experiment, and +this last act, this nameless repudiation of the laws of family life, was +like the sign of a chemist's activity. As she stood on the mountain-top +her breath suddenly came fast, and she caught her bosom with angry hands. + +"Carnac--poor Carnac!" she exclaimed. + +What would the world say? There were those, perhaps, who thought Carnac +almost a ne'er-do-well, but they were of the commercial world where John +Grier had been supreme. + +At the same moment, Carnac in the garden of his old home beheld the river +too and the great expanse of country, saw the grey light of evening on +the distant hills, and listened to Fabian who condoled with him. When +Fabian had gone, Carnac sat down on a bench and thought over the whole +thing. Carnac had no quarrel with his fate. When in the old home on the +hill he had heard the will, it had surprised him, but it had not shocked +him. He had looked to be the discarded heir, and he knew it now without +rebellion. He had never tried to smooth the path to that financial +security which his father could give. Yet now that disaster had come, +there was a glimmer of remorse, of revolt, because there was some one +besides himself who might think he had thrown away his chances. He did +not know that over on the mountain-side, vituperating the memory of the +dead man, Junia was angry only for Carnac's sake. + +With the black storm of sudden death roaring in his ears, he had a sense +of freedom, almost of licence. Nothing that had been his father's was +now his own, or his mother's, except the land and house on which they +were. All the great business John Grier had built up was gone into the +hands of the usurper, a young, bold, pestilent, powerful, vigorous man. +It seemed suddenly horrible that the timber-yards and the woods and the +offices, and the buildings of John Grier's commercial business were not +under his own direction, or that of his mother, or brother. They had +ceased to be factors in the equation; they were 'non est' in the +postmortem history of John Grier. How immense a nerve the old man had to +make such a will, which outraged every convention of social and family +life; which was, in effect, a proclamation that his son Carnac had no +place in John Grier's scheme of things, while John Grier's wife was +rewarded like some faithful old servant. Yet some newspapers had said he +was a man of goodwill, and had appreciation of talent, adding, however, +the doubtful suggestion that the appreciation stopped short of the +prowess of his son Carnac in the field of Art. It was evident John +Grier's act was thought by the conventionalist to be a wicked blunder. + +As Carnac saw the world where there was not a single material thing that +belonged to him, he had a sudden conviction that his life would run in +other lines than those within which it had been drawn to the present +time. Looking over this wonderful prospect of the St. Lawrence, he had +an insistent feeling that he ought to remain in the land where he was +born, and give of whatever he was capable to its life. It was all a +strenuous problem. For Carnac there was, duly or unduly, fairly or +unfairly, a fate better than that of John Grier. If he died suddenly, +as his father had died, a handful of people would sorrow with excess of +feeling, and the growing world of his patrons would lament his loss. +No one really grieved for John Grier's departure, except--strange to say +--Tarboe. + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CARNAC'S FOLLY, BY PARKER, V2 *** + +********* This file should be named 6297.txt or 6297.zip ********* + +This eBook was produced by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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