Carnac's Folly, Complete. Gilbert Parker
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Название: Carnac's Folly, Complete
Автор: Gilbert Parker
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 4064066246334
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“And the shebangs and grog-shops and the dirty, drunken villages?” interrupted the old man.
“No, they don’t count. I take them in, but they don’t count.”
“Didn’t you have hard times when you first came?” asked John Grier. “Did you get right with the men from the start?”
“A little bit of care is a good thing in any life. I told them good stories, and they liked that. I used to make the stories up, and they liked that also. When I added some swear words they liked them all the better. I learned how to do it.”
“Yes, I’ve heard of you, but not as Tarboe.”
“You heard of me as Renton, eh?”
“Yes, as Renton. I wonder I never came across you till to-day.”
“I kept out of your way; that was the reason. When you came north, I got farther into the backwoods.”
“Are you absolutely straight, Tarboe?” asked John Grier eagerly. “Do you do these things in the Garden of Eden way, or can you run a bit crooked when it’s worth while?”
“If I’d ever seen it worth while, I’d say so. I could run a bit crooked if I was fighting among the big ones, or if we were at war with—Belloc, eh!” A cloud came into the eyes of Tarboe. “If I was fighting Belloc, and he used a weapon to flay me from behind, I’d never turn my back on him!”
A grim smile came into Tarboe’s face. His jaw set almost viciously, his eyes hardened. “You people don’t play your game very well, Mr. Grier. I’ve seen a lot that wants changing.”
“Why don’t you change it, then?”
Tarboe laughed. “If I was boss like you, I’d change it, but I’m not, and I stick to my own job.”
The old man came close to him, and steadily explored his face and eyes. “I’ve never met anybody like you before. You’re the man can do things and won’t do them.”
“I didn’t say that. I said what I meant—that good health is better than everything else in the world, and when you’ve got it, you should keep it, if you can. I’m going to keep mine.”
“Well, keep it in Montreal,” said John Grier. “There’s a lot doing there worth while. Is fighting worth anything to one that’s got aught in him? There’s war for the big things. I believe in war.” He waved a hand. “What’s the difference between the kind of thing you’ve done to-day, and doing it with the Belloc gang—with the Folson gang—with the Longville gang—and all the rest? It’s the same thing. I was like you when I was young. I could do things you’ve done to-day while I laid the base of what I’ve got. How old are you?”
“I’m thirty—almost thirty-one.”
“You’ll be just as well in Montreal to-morrow as you are here to-day, and you’d be twice as clever,” said John Grier. His eyes seemed to pierce those of the younger man. “I like you,” he continued, suddenly catching Tarboe’s arm. “You’re all right, and you wouldn’t run straight simply because it was the straight thing to do.”
Tarboe threw back his head and laughed and nodded. The old man’s eyes twinkled. “By gracious, we’re well met! I never was in a bigger hole in my life. One of my sons has left me. I bought him out, and he’s joined my enemy Belloc.”
“Yes, I know,” remarked Tarboe.
“My other son, he’s no good. He’s as strong as a horse—but he’s no good. He paints, he sculps. He doesn’t care whether I give him money or not. He earns his living as he wants to earn it. When Fabian left me, I tried Carnac. I offered to take him in permanently. He tried it, but he wouldn’t go on. He got out. He’s twenty-six. The papers are beginning to talk about him. He doesn’t care for that, except that it brings in cash for his statues and pictures. What’s the good of painting and statuary, if you can’t do the big things?”
“So you think the things you do are as big as the things that Shakespeare, or Tennyson, or Titian, or Van Dyck, or Watt, or Rodin do—or did?”
“Bigger-much bigger,” was the reply.
The younger man smiled. “Well, that’s the way to look at it, I suppose. Think the thing you do is better than what anybody else does, and you’re well started.”
“Come and do it too. You’re the only man I’ve cottoned to in years. Come with me, and I’ll give you twelve thousand dollars a year; and I’ll take you into my business.—I’ll give you the best chance you ever had. You’ve found your health; come back and keep it. Don’t you long for the fight, for your finger at somebody’s neck? That’s what I felt when I was your age, and I did it, and I’m doing it, but I can’t do it as I used to. My veins are leaking somewhere.” A strange, sad, faded look came into his eyes. “I don’t want my business to be broken by Belloc,” he added. “Come and help me save it.”
“By gosh, I will!” said the young man after a moment, with a sudden thirst in his throat and bite to his teeth. “By gum, yes, I’ll go with you.”
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