ng in the great centre had stimulated him. He ever kept saying to himself, "Carnac, you are a married man-a married man, by the tricks of rogues!" In Paris, he could more easily obscure it, b

h his own conscience. That was the chief thing. He was straightfor

mpathetic to him, and he loved her. He saw much of her, but little of anyone else. He belonged to no clubs, and there were few artists in Montreal. So he lived his own life, and when he met Junia he cavilled at himself for his madness with

ister, Sybil, he had become discontented with his position in his father's firm. There was little love between him and his father, and that was chiefly the father's

n the value of Fabian's share. The sombre Fabian had the offer transferred to paper at once, and it was signed by his father-not without compunction, because difficult a

uttered to himself. Presently he was roused by a little knock at the door. It was Junia, brilliant, buoyant, yellow haired, w

out us, and you mustn't," she said. The old man glowered still, but a

It can't be changed. Fabian wo

He tangled his short fingers

heerily. "Fabian showed me the sum you offered for hi

bout the business?"

's worth less now," she answered with sugges

g upright, his hands clasping his knees almost viole

o join the enemy," s

from the old man's lip

e firm o

iteness stole over his face. "What makes yo

wered, "and the only business he knows is lumber busine

old man with savage sullenness

with a laugh. "Of course he never s

. "I don't believe it. He'

r his father, but he had inherited a love for business, and that would overwhelm all other feelings. She t

ly nineteen. She had always come in and gone out of Grier's house a

Carnac's got brains enough, but he goes monkeying about with pic

he other said malevolently. "He might have been a big man. He might have bossed this business when I'm gone. It's i

ld. "The difference between you and him is this: he doesn't care about the things of this world,

ever hit

hands outthrust themselves in rage, his fing

I've struck here and there; I've mauled my enemies, but I've been good to my own.

o the nth degree. "I've been a good father, an

however, the storm seemed to pass. He

he asked, with a little fleck of

won't return; but Carnac's got plenty of stuff in him. He never was afraid of anything or anybody, and if he took a notion, h

man asked. "He's with h

ppeared with some papers. "What have you got there?" asked Grier sharpl

le passed over his face. "They can't have all they want, and they won't get it. Are you coming with m

Belloc!" the old man muttered

he girl watched him till h

aid to herself. "He's got the sense, the b

t potent Denzil. He was greyer now. His head, a little to one si

ier," he said. "You can't ever tell about s