He knows how to handle men; I'll say that
for him. He can run reckless on the logs like a river-driver; he can
break a jam like an expert. He's not afraid of man, or log, or devil.
That's his training. He got that training from John Grier's firm under
another name. I used to know him by reputation long before he took my
place in the business--my place and yours. You got loose from the
business only to get tied up in knots of your own tying," he added. "What
it is I don't know, but you say you're in trouble and I believe you."
Suddenly a sharp look came to his face. "Is it a woman?"
"It's not a man."
"Well, you ought to know how to handle a woman. You're popular with
women. My wife'll never hear a word against you. I don't know how you do
it. We're so little alike, it makes me feel sometimes we're not brothers.
I don't know where you get your temperament from."
"It doesn't matter where I got it, it's mine. I want to earn my own
living, and I'm doing it." Admiration came into Fabian's face. "Yes," he
said, "and you don't borrow--"
"And don't beg or steal. Mother has given me money, and I'm spending my
own little legacy, all but five thousand dollars of it."
Fabian came up to his brother slowly.
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