Part 4 (1/2)
”He is not bad at heart!” she said resentfully.
”What worse can you say?” returned Carmody with a harsh laugh. ”Of all expressions coined to d.a.m.n a man with faint praise, there is only one more effective: 'He means well.'”
Ethel was thoroughly angry now. She drew herself up, and her blue eyes darkened as she faced him.
”That is not so!” she cried. ”Bill is _not_ bad at heart! And he _does_ mean well! Whose fault is it that he has grown up reckless and wild?
Who is to blame? What chance has he had? What have you done for him?
Filled his pockets with money and packed him off to school. Filled his pockets with money and sent him to college. Filled his pockets with money and s.h.i.+pped him abroad.
”Then, without consulting his taste or desire, you peremptorily thrust him into a business which he loathes--on an office boy's salary and an allowance out of all proportion to his requirements.
”You say he has never taken you into his confidence. Have you ever invited that confidence? Have you ever sought his companions.h.i.+p--even his acquaintance?”
The man was astonished at her vehemence. Uncomfortably he found himself forced to the defensive.
”He had his chance. I placed him in the bank that he might learn the business as I learned it. If he had had the right stuff in him he would have made good. As it was, he attended to his duties in the most perfunctory and superficial manner. He showed not the slightest interest in the business. In fact, his position could have been ably filled by the veriest gutter-snipe. And _he_ is the man who one day, in all probability, would have come into control of the Carmody millions!
And he would have scattered them in a riot of dissipation the length and breadth of Broadway.
”But I have forestalled him. He is foot-loose--gone, G.o.d knows where, to follow the fortune of adventure, perhaps, at the ends of the earth.
For in him, transmitted in some unaccountable manner through the blood of the gentlest, sweetest little woman who ever warmed a heart, is the restless spirit of the roistering, fighting McKims.”
”Is it the boy's fault that he is a McKim?” returned the girl a little sharply. ”Who chose his mother? Of all men you should be the last to speak disparagingly of a McKim. Turn the pages of history and you will find written large in the story of the upbuilding of nations the name of McKim. Carmody gold is the cabala of Carmody suzerainty. But the McKim name has been carved deep in the annals of nations by sheer force of the personalities behind blades of naked steel.
”Even now the crying world-need for men--big men--is as great as in the days when the fighting McKims deserted their hearthstones to answer the call of the falchion's clash or the cannon's roar. And some day you will realize this--when your bank messenger makes good!”
The old man regarded her with a look of admiration.
”You love him!” he said quietly.
The girl started. Her eyes flashed and the play of the firelight gave an added touch of crimson to her cheeks.
”I do not love him! I--I _hate him!_” Her voice faltered, and the man saw that she was very near to tears.
”A strange hate, this, Miss Ethel. A strange and a most dangerous hate for a girl to hold against a man who is a _thief_.”
CHAPTER V
”THIEF!”
”A man who is a thief!” The words fell distinctly from Carmody's lips with the studied quiet of desperation. Ethel stared wild-eyed at the speaker, and in the frozen silence of the room her tiny fists doubled until the knuckles whitened.
Noting the effect upon the girl, he continued, speaking more rapidly now that the dreaded word had been uttered.
”I had no wish to tell you this thing. It is a secret I would gladly have kept locked within my own breast. But I came here this evening with a purpose--to save, in spite of herself, if need be, the daughter of my dead friend from a life of suffering which would inevitably fall to the lot of any pure-hearted woman who linked her life with that of an unscrupulous scoundrel, in whom even common decency is dead, if, indeed, it ever lived.”
”He is _not_ a thief! He----” began Ethel vehemently, but the man interrupted her.