The bells of all the
churches were ringing, French and English; and each priest, clergyman and
minister was moving his people in his own way and by his own ritual to
bless God and live.
In the city itself, the Mayor had arranged a festival in the evening, and
there were gathered many people to give thanks. But those most
conspicuous were the poor, unsophisticated habitants, who were on good
terms with the refreshment provided. Their enthusiasm was partly due to
the presence of Carnac Grier. In his speech to the great crowd, among
other things the Mayor said: "It is our happiness that we have here one
whose name is familiar to all in French-Canada--that of the new Member of
Parliament, Monsieur Carnac Grier. In Monsieur Grier we have a man who
knows his own mind, and it is filled with the interests of the French as
well as the English. He is young, he has power, and he will use his
youth and power to advance the good of the whole country. May he live
long!"
Carnac never spoke better in his life than in his brief reply. When he
had finished, some one touched his arm. It was Luke Tarboe.
"A good speech, Grier. Can you give me a few moments?"
"Here?" asked Carnac, smiling.
"Not here, but in the building. There is a room where we can be alone,
and I have to tell you something of great importance."
"Of great importance? Well, so have I to tell you, Tarboe.
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