“You remember that I kept my interest there and Tom says I can be of
use to him. I am of no use here--and never have been.”
“In other words, you prefer Walsh to me as an ally. Very well, I might
have expected it. This is the last irony of my parenthood and it is
quite fitting; quite in keeping.”
In the silence following the announcement Wayne’s heart had been
tenderer toward his father than in many a day. It was not so easy after
all to leave him; at a word he might have relented; but the swords of
resentment unsheathed with a sharp clatter and his spirit declared war.
“What’s quite fitting; what’s in keeping?” he demanded.
“Your desertion, your apostasy. After these years of humiliation you
have brought me, you throw me off as lightly as though you were a clerk
who had worked here a week and left to take another job. But it’s what
I deserve for my forbearance. It’s too bad you didn’t go sooner. But
it’s quite characteristic that you should wait till there was a chance
of your being of some service to me, as age comes on and a son’s right
arm would mean much--you wait for a strategic moment and then fire your
last volley and leave. No servant ever served me so ill. But I deserve
it; go to Walsh; very likely you and he will find yourselves well
suited to each other.”
“Walsh did your work for you for twenty years; it’s rather base of you
to visit your contempt on him now. If you don’t know it, every man in
Pittsburg knows what Tom Walsh was to you--he was your brains.”
Colonel Craighill jumped to his feet, the blood suffusing his face.
“You ungrateful dog--the reason I dispensed with Walsh was that he’s
crooked--he’s a man of no principles, he’s a rascal!”
“But it took you twenty years to find it out--twenty years of faithful
service and you gave a farewell dinner to a rascal, _your_ rascal, and
bade him God-speed.”
“I didn’t know then what he was!” roared Colonel Craighill, “but I
have learned since. He lied about the mercantile company to get it away
from me. He falsified the statements and I sold to him on an inventory
he made himself. No doubt you were in collusion with him and now you’re
to be paid for robbing your father. It’s all of a piece; it’s what I
have trained you for and my reward for shielding you and bearing with
you all these years.”
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