Carnac's Folly: Chapter 30

Chapter 30

TARBOE HAS A DREAM

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. The walls were covered
with brown paper, and on it were a few of her own water-colour drawings,
and a few old engravings of merit. Chintz was the cover on windows and
easy chairs, and in a corner of the parlour was a chintz-covered lounge
where she read of an evening. 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. She had had no word with
Carnac since his election--only a letter to thank her for the marriage
certificate and to say that after M. Barouche was buried he would come to
her, if he might. He did say, however, in the letter that he owed her his
election.

"You've done a great, big thing for me, dearest friend, and I am your
ever grateful Carnac"--that was the way he had put it. Twice she had gone
to visit his mother, and had been told that Mrs. Grier was too ill to see
her--overstrain, the servant had said. She could not understand being
denied admittance; but it did not matter, for one day Mrs. Grier should
know how she--Junia-had saved her son's career.

So she thought, as she gazed before her into space from the
chintz-covered lounge on the night of the day Barode Barouche was buried.
There was a smell of roses in the room. She had gathered many of them
that afternoon. She caught a bud from a bunch on a table, and fastened it
in the bosom of her dress. Somehow, as she did it, she had a feeling she
would like to clasp a man's head to her breast where the rose was--one of
those wild thoughts that come to the sanest woman at times. She was
captured by the excitement in which she had moved during the past
month--far more now than she had been in all the fight itself.

There came a knock at the outer door, and before that of her own room
opened, she recognized the step of the visitor. So it was Tarboe had
come. He remembered that day in the street when he met Junia, and was
shown there were times when a woman could not be approached with emotion.
He had waited till the day he knew she was alone, for he had made a
friend of her servant by judicious gifts of money.

"I hope you're glad to see me," he said with an uncertain smile, as he
saw her surprise.

"I hope I am," she replied, and motioned him to a seat. He chose a
high-backed chair with a wide seat near the lounge. He made a motion of
humorous dissent to her remark, and sat down.

"Well, we pulled it off somehow, didn't we?" she said. "Carnac Grier is
M.P."

"And his foe is in his grave," remarked Tarboe dryly. "Providence pays
debts that ought to be paid. This election has settled a lot of things,"
she returned with a smile.

"I suppose it has, and I've come here to try and find one of the
settlements."

"Well, find them," she retorted.

"I said one of the settlements only. I have to be accurate in my life."

"I'm glad to hear of it. You helped Mr. Grier win his election. It was
splendid of you. Think of it, Mr. Tarboe, Carnac Grier is beginning to
get even with his foes."

"I'm not a foe--if that's what you mean. I've proved it."

She smiled provokingly. "You've proved only you're not an absolute devil,
that's all. You've not proved yourself a real man--not yet. Do you think
it paid your debt to Carnac Grier that you helped get him into
Parliament?"

His face became a little heated. "I'll prove to you and to the world that
I'm not an absolute devil in the Grier interests. I didn't steal the
property. I tried to induce John Grier to leave it to Carnac or his
mother, for if he'd left it to Mrs. Grier it would have come to Carnac.
He did not do it that way, though. He left it to me. Was I to blame for
that?"

"Perhaps not, but you could have taken Carnac in, or given up the
property to him--the rightful owner. You could have done that. But you
were thinking of yourself altogether."

"Not altogether. In the first place, I am bound to keep my word to John
Grier. Besides, if Carnac had inherited, the property would have got into
difficulties--there were things only John Grier and I understood, and
Carnac would have been floored."

"Wouldn't you still have been there?"

"Who knows! Who can tell! Maybe not!"

"Carnac Grier is a very able man."

"But of the ablest. He'll be a success in Parliament. He'll play a big
part; he won't puddle about. I meant there was a risk in letting Carnac
run the business at the moment, and--"

"And there never was with you!"

"None. My mind had grasped all John Grier intended, and I have the
business at my fingers' ends. There was no risk with me. I've proved it.
I've added five per cent to the value of the business since John Grier
died. I can double the value of it in twenty years--and easy at that."

"If you make up your mind to do it, you will," she said with admiration,
for the man was persuasive, and he was playing a game in which he was a
master.

Her remarks were alive with banter, for Tarboe's humour was a happiness
to her.

"How did I buy your approval?" he questioned alertly.

"By ability to put a bad case in a good light. You had your case, and you
have made a real success. If you keep on you may become a Member of
Parliament some day!"

He laughed. "Your gifts have their own way of stinging. I don't believe I
could be elected to Parliament. I haven't the trick of popularity of that
kind."

Many thoughts flashed through Tarboe's mind. If he married her now, and
the truth was told about the wills and the law gave Carnac his rights,
she might hate him for not having told her when he proposed. So it was
that in his desire for her life as his own, he now determined there
should be no second will. In any case, Carnac had enough to live on
through his mother. Also, he had capacity to support himself. There was a
touch of ruthlessness in Tarboe. No one would ever guess what the second
will contained--no one. The bank would have a letter saying where the
will was to be found, but if it was not there!

He would ask Junia to be his wife now, while she was so friendly. Her
eyes were shining, her face was alive with feeling, and he was aware that
the best chances of his life had come to win her. If she was not now in
the hands of Carnac, his chances were good. Yet there was the tale of the
secret marriage--the letter he saw Carnac receive in John Grier's office!
The words of the ancient Greek came to him as he looked at her: "He who
will not strike when the hour comes shall wither like a flower, and his
end be that of the chaff of the field."

His face flushed with feeling, his eyes grew bright with longing, his
tongue was loosed to the enterprise. "Do you dream, and remember your
dreams?" he asked with a thrill in his voice. "Do you?"

"I don't dream often, but I sometimes remember my dreams."

"I dream much, and one dream I have constantly."

"What is it?" she asked with anticipation.

"It is the capture of a wild bird in a garden--in a cultivated garden
where there are no nests, no coverts for the secret invaders. I dream
that I pursue the bird from flower-bed to flower-bed, from bush to bush,
along paths and the green-covered walls; and I am not alone in my chase,
for there are others pursuing. It is a bitter struggle to win the wild
thing. And why? Because there is pursuing one of the pursuers another
bird of red plumage. Do you understand?"

He paused, and saw her face was full of colour and her eyes had a glow.
Every nerve in her was pulsing hard.

"Tell me," she said presently, "whom do you mean by the bird of red
plumage? Is it a mere figure of speech? Or has it a real meaning?"

"It has a real meaning."

He rose to his feet, bent over her and spoke hotly. "Junia, the end of my
waiting has come. I want you as I never wanted anything in my life. I
must know the truth. I love you, Junia. I have loved you from the first
moment I saw you, and nothing is worth while with you not in it. Let us
work together. It is a big, big game I'm playing."

"Yes, it's a big game you're playing," she said with emotion. "It is a
big, big game, and, all things considered, you should win it, but I doubt
you will. I feel there are matters bigger than the game, or than you, or
me, or anyone else. And I do not believe in your bird of red plumage; I
don't believe it exists. It may have done so, but it doesn't now."

She also got to her feet, and Tarboe was so near her she could feel his
hot breath on her cheek.

"No, it doesn't exist now," she repeated, "and the pursuer is not
pursued. You have more imagination than belongs to a mere man of
business--you're an inexperienced poet."

He caught her hand and drew it to his breast. "The only poetry I know is
the sound of your voice in the wind, the laughter of your lips in the
sun, the delight of your body in the heavenly flowers. Yes, I've drunk
you in the wild woods; I've trailed you on the river; I've heard you in
the grinding storm--always the same, the soul of all beautiful things.
Junia, you shall not put me away from you. You shall be mine, and you and
I together shall win our way to great ends. We will have opportunity,
health, wealth and prosperity. Isn't it worth while?"

"Yes," she answered after a moment, "but it cannot be with you, my
friend."

She withdrew her fingers and stepped back; she made a gesture of friendly
repulsion. "You have said all that can be said, you have gifts greater
than you yourself believe; and I have been tempted; but it is no use,
there are deeper things than luxuries and the magazines of
merchandise--much deeper. No, no, I cannot marry you; if you were as rich
as Midas, as powerful as Caesar, I would not marry you--never, never,
never."

"You love another," he said boldly. "You love Carnac Grier."

"I do not love you--isn't that enough?"

"Almost--almost enough," he said, embarrassed.

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