There was no life in his hands, and hers slipped away unrestrained.
"How sweet the lilacs smell to-night," he said as he drew in a deep breath. He leaned back that he might breathe more freely, and added as he sighed, "I shall smell them through eternity--Molly." Then he rose and broke off a spray. He helped her rise and said, "Well--so this is the way of it." His handsome fair face was white in the moonlight, and she saw that his hair was thinning at the temples, and the strange flash of familiarity with it all came again as she inhaled the fragrance of the lilacs.
She trembled with some chill of inner grief, and cried vehemently, "Oh, Bob--my boy--my boy--say you hate me--for G.o.d"s love, say you hate me." She came so close to him that she touched him, then she crumpled against the side of the seat in a storm of tears, but he looked at her steadily and shook his head.
"Come on, Molly. It"s too cool for you out here," he said, and took her hand and walked with her to the steps. She was blinded by her weeping, and he helped here to the veranda, but he stopped on a lower step where his face was on a level with hers, and dropping her hand, he said, "Well, good night, Molly--good night--" and as he half turned from her, he said in the same voice, "Good-by."
He went quickly down the walk--a tall stalwart figure, and he carried his hat in his hand, and wiped his forehead as he went. At the gate he looked back and saw her standing where he had left her; he could still hear the pitiful sobs, but he made no sign to her, and she heard him walking away under the elms into the night. When his steps had ceased she ran on tiptoe, holding her breath to silence her sobs, through the hall, up the stairs of the silent home to her room, and locked the door. When she could not pray, she lay sobbing and groaning through a long night.
CHAPTER XIV
The next morning John Barclay gave Robert Hendricks the keys to the bank. Barclay watched the town until nine o"clock and satisfied himself that there would be no run on the bank, for during the early part of the morning young Hendricks was holding a reception in his office; then Barclay saddled a horse and started for the wheat fields.
After the first hours of the morning had pa.s.sed, and the townspeople had gone from the bank, Robert Hendricks began to burrow into the books. He felt instinctively that he would find there the solution of the puzzle that perplexed him. For he was sure Molly Culpepper had not jilted him wantonly. He worked all the long spring afternoon and into the night, and when he could not sleep he went back to the bank at midnight, following some clew that rose out of his under-consciousness and beckoned him to an answer to his question.
The next morning found him at his counter, still worrying his books as a ferret worries a rat. They were beginning to mean something to him, and he saw that the bank was a worm-eaten sh.e.l.l. When he discovered that Brownwell"s notes were not made for bona fide loans, but that they were made to cover Barclay"s overdrafts, he began to find the truth, and then when he found that Colonel Culpepper had lent the money back to the bank that he borrowed from Brownwell,--also to save John"s overdrafts,--Bob Hendricks" soul burned pale with rage. He found that John had borrowed far beyond the limit of his credit at the bank to buy the company"s stock, and that he had used Culpepper and Brownwell to protect his account when it needed protection. Hendricks went about his work silently, serving the bank"s customers, and greeting his neighbours pleasantly, but his heart was full of a l.u.s.t to do some bodily hurt to John Barclay. When John came back, he sauntered into the bank so airily that Hendricks could not put the hate into his hands that was in his breast. John was full of a plan to organize a commission company, buy all of the wheat grown by the Golden Belt Wheat Company and make a profit off the wheat company for the commission company. He had bargained with the traffic officers of the railroad company to accept stock in the commission company in return for rate concessions on the Corn Belt Railroad, which was within a few months" building distance of Sycamore Ridge.
As John unfolded his scheme, Bob eyed his partner almost without a word. A devil back in some recess of his soul was thirsting for a quarrel. But Bob"s sane consciousness would not unleash the devil, so he replied:--
"No--you go ahead with your commission company, and I"ll stick to the wheat proposition. That and the bank will keep me going."
The afternoon was late, and a great heap of papers of the bank and the company lay before them that needed their time. Bob brushed his devil back and went to work. But he kept looking at Barclay"s neck and imagining his fingers closing upon it. When the twilight was falling, Barclay brought the portmanteau containing the notes into the back room and turning to the "C"s" pulled out a note for nine thousand dollars signed by Gabriel Carnine, who was then county treasurer.
Barclay put it on the table before Hendricks and looked steadily at him a minute before saying, "Bob--see that note?" And when the young man answered, the other returned: "We had to do that, and several other things, this spring to tide us over. I didn"t bother you with it--but we just had to do it--or close up, and go to pieces with the wheat scheme."
Hendricks picked up the note, and after examining it a moment, asked quickly, "John, is that Gabe"s signature?"
"No--I couldn"t get Gabe to sign it--and we had to have it to make his account balance."
"And you forged his note,--and are carrying it?" cried Hendricks, rising.
"Oh, sit down, Bob--we did it here amongst hands. It wasn"t exactly my affair, the way it got squared around."
Hendricks took the note to the window. He was flushed, and the devil got into his eyes when he came back, and he cried, "And you made father do it!"
Barclay smiled pacifically, and limped over to Hendricks and took the note from him and put it back into the portmanteau. Then Barclay replied: "No, Bob, I didn"t make your father--the times made your father. It was that or confess to Gabe Carnine, who swelled up on taking his job, that we hadn"t paid the taxes on the company"s land, though our check had been pa.s.sed for it. When it came in, we gave the county treasurer credit on his daily bank-book for the nine thousand, but we held out the check. Do you see?"
"Yes, that far," replied Hendricks.
"Well, it"s a long story after that, but when I found Gabe wouldn"t accommodate us for six months by giving us his note to carry as cash until we could pay it,--the inspectors wouldn"t take mine or your father"s,--and our books had to show the amount of gross cash that the treasurer deposited before Gabe came in, your father thought it unwise to keep holding checks that had already been paid in the drawer as cash for that nine thousand, so we--well, one day he just put this note in, and worked it through the books."
Hendricks had his devil well in hand as he stared at Barclay, and then said: "John--this is mighty dangerous business. Are we carrying his account nine thousand short on our books, and making his pa.s.s-book balance?"
"That"s it, only--"
"But suppose some one finds it out?" asked Hendricks.
"Oh, now, Bob, keep your shirt on. I fixed that. You know they keep two separate accounts,--a general maintenance account and a bond account, and Gabe has been letting us keep the paid-off bonds in the vault and look after their cancelling, and while he was sick, I was in charge of the treasurer"s office and had the run of the bank, and I squared our account at the Eastern fiscal agency and in the bond account in the treasurer"s office, and fixed up the short maintenance account all with nine thousand dollars" worth of old bonds that were kicking around the vault uncancelled, and now the job is hermetically sealed so far as the treasurer and the bank are concerned."
"So we can"t pay it back if we want to? Is that the way, John?" asked Hendricks, his fingers twitching as he leaned forward in his chair.
"Ah, don"t get so tragic about it. Some day when Gabe has calmed down, and wants a renomination, I"ll take him in the back room and show him the error that we"ve both made, and we"ll just quietly put back the money and give him the laugh." There was a pause, and Barclay tilted his chair back and grinned. "It"s all right, Bob--we were where we had to do it; the books balance to a "T" now--and we"ll square it with Gabe sometime."
"But if we can"t--if Gabe won"t be--be--well, be reasonable? What then?" asked Hendricks.
"Oh, well," returned John, "I"ve thought of that too. And you"ll find that when, the county treasury changes hands in "79, you"ll have to look after the bond account and the treasurer"s books and make a little entry to satisfy the bonds when they really fall due; then--I"ll show you about it when we"re over at the court-house. But if we can"t get the money back with Gabe or the next man, the time will come when we can."
And Bob Hendricks looked at the natty little man before him and sighed, and began working for the Larger Good also. And afterwards as the months flew by the Golden Belt Wheat Company paid the interest on the forged note, and the bank paid the Golden Belt Wheat Company interest on a daily ledger balance of nine thousand, and all went happily. The Larger Good accepted the sacrifices of truth, and went on its felicitous way.
After Barclay left the bank that night, Hendricks found still more of the truth. And the devil in the background of his soul came out and glared through the young man"s sleepless eyes as he appeared in Barclay"s office in the morning and said, before he had found a chair, "John, what"s your idea about those farmers" mortgages? Are you going to let them pay them, or are you going to make them sell under that option that you"ve got in them?"
"Why," asked Barclay, "what"s it to us? Haven"t the courts decided that that kind of an option is a sale--clear through to the United States Supreme Court?"
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" persisted Hendricks.
Barclay squinted sidewise at his partner for a few seconds and said, "Well, it"s no affair of ours; we"ve sold all the mortgages anyway."
Hendricks wagged his head impatiently and exclaimed, "Quit your dodging and give me a square answer--what have you got up your sleeve about those options?"
Barclay rose, limped to the window, and looked out as he answered: "Well, I"ve always supposed we"d fix it up some way to buy back those mortgages and then take the land we want for ourselves--for you and me personally--and give the poor land back to the farmers if they pay the money we lent them."
"Well," returned Hendricks, "just count me out on that. Whatever I make in this deal, and you seem to think our share will be plenty, goes to getting those farmers back their land. So far as I"m concerned that money we paid them was rent, not a loan!"
Barclay dropped his hands in astonishment and gaped at Hendricks.
"Well, my dear Miss Nancy," he exclaimed, "when did you get religion?"
The two men glared at each other a moment, and Hendricks grappled his devil and drew a long breath and replied: "Well, you heard what I said." And then he added: "I"m pretty keen for money, John, but when it comes to skinning a lot of neighbours out of land that you and every one says is going to raise thirty dollars" worth of wheat to the acre this year alone, and only paying them ten dollars an acre for the t.i.tle to the land itself--" He did not finish. After a pause he added: "Why, they"ll mob you, man. I"ve got to live with those farmers." Barclay sneered at Hendricks without speaking and Hendricks stepped over to him and drew back his open hand as he said angrily, "Stop it--stop it, I say." Then he exclaimed: "I"m not what you"d call nasty nice, John--but I"m no robber. I can"t take the rent of that land for nothing, raise a thirty-dollar crop on every acre of it, and make them pay me ten dollars an acre to get back the poor land and steal the good land, on a hocus-pocus option."
""I do not use the nasty weed, said little Robert Reed,"" replied Barclay, with a leer on his face. Then, he added: "I"ve held your miserable little note-shaving shop up by main strength for a year, by main strength and awkwardness, and now you come home with your mouth all fixed for prisms and prunes, and want to get on a higher plane.
You try that," continued Barclay, and his eyes blazed at Hendricks, "and you"ll come down town some morning minus a bank."
Then the devil in Bob Hendricks was freed for an exultant moment, as his hands came out of his pockets and clamped down on Barclay"s shoulders, and shook him till his teeth rattled.
"Not with me, John, not with me," he cried, and he felt his fingers clutching for the thin neck so near them, and then suddenly his hands went back to his pockets. "Now, another thing--you got Brownwell to lend the colonel that money?" Hendricks was himself.
Barclay nodded.
"And you got Brownwell to sign a lot of accommodation paper there at the bank?"
"Yes--to cover our own overdrafts," retorted Barclay. "It was either that or bust--and I preferred not to bust. What"s more, if we had gone under there at one stage of the game when Brownwell helped us, we could have been indicted for obtaining money under false pretences--you and I, I mean. I"m perfectly willing to stick my head inside the jail and look around," Barclay grinned, "but I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I"m going clear inside for any man--not when I can find a way to back out." Barclay tried to laugh, but Hendricks would not let him.
"And so you put up Molly to bail you out." Barclay did not answer and Hendricks went on bitterly: "Oh, you"re a friend, John Barclay, you"re a loyal friend. You"ve sold me out like a dog, John--like a dog!"
Barclay, sitting at his desk, playing with a paper-weight, snarled back: "Why don"t you get in the market yourself, if you think I"ve sold you out? Why don"t you lend the old man some money?"
"And take it from the bank you"ve just got done robbing of everything but the wall-paper?" Hendricks retorted.