Carlin

“ Now he was in Carlin's room and Carlin was looking at him. He saw her face the moment he entered the room, and the fact that he had come in from the fierce daylight into the shadows did, not seem to blur his eyes, even for a second.
Her people in the room—Bhanah, the ayah, the civil surgeon, Ian Deal and someone else—but the line from her eyes to Skag was not crossed. The heart of the man leaped from what he saw—the transcendent understanding which needed no words; the look of all looks that meant herself—a little lingering smile on the lips, the endless lure of her wise eyes. ”

“ Through the hot afternoon hours, the hiss of ato-welders and reek of fusing metal stifled the workshop.
Dripping with perspiration, stiff from cramped postures, Carlin worked on inside the great dredge.
And all those hours, in rhythm with the welders' hiss and the clang of wrenches, his thoughts beat a mocking tempo through his brain.
"All this, for no reason! For somebody else's world, a world that ought to have been evacuated long ago! Even if it succeeds, you win nothing. And if it fails, the Sun licks you all up like midges." ”

“ Sometimes a white man is sun proof inside and out, but rarely. Carlin was sun proof on the outside, his skin stood the pelting of the terrible invisible rays; he throve on it; but internally he had gone to pieces.
He had one ambition, whiskey—or rum, or gin, or even samshu, but whiskey for choice.
There was whiskey on the Kermadec, but not for Carlin. Peterson, as sober a man as Rantan, kept it, just as he kept the Viterli rifles in the arms rack, for use in an emergency. It was under lock and key, but Carlin had smelt it out. ”

“ And he would have more time here with Nila.
But the psychotherapist shook his head quite decisively at that.
"No, Mr. Carlin. Your case is too dangerous for that. Your subconscious is twisted into a knot that is going to be hard to untie." He hesitated a moment as though he knew what reaction his next words would provoke. "In fact, there's only one way in which you can be normalized. That's the Earth-treatment."
"Earth-treatment?" Carlin didn't even know what it meant. "You mean, some treatment that has reference to the old planet over on the other side of the galaxy?" ”

“ The Carlin children had come to tea, and a great dissension had arisen between the two parties. The Carlins had belauded the generous donor of ices; Madge had taken up the cudgels fiercely on Tom Loring's behalf, and Dora and Alfred had backed her up. Each side proceeded from praise of its own favourite to sneers—by no means covert—at the other's man, and the feud had passed from the stage of words to that of deeds before it was discovered by the superior powers and crushed. ”

“ There was a catch in his throat as Carlin appeared on the verandah. Her eyes met Skag's before she spoke to the priests.
"Is he worse?"
The elder spoke for both, as is the custom:
"Peace be on thee, thou of gentle voice and skillful hands. We greet thee in the name of Hanuman; and are come, to render up to thee the forfeit life, even according to our covenant; for thou hast saved the wounded king, and he will not die. ”

“ The man's name is Carlin and he is "a splendid fellow," as they say out this way. He was one of the Club to which our husbands belonged. He has a mill, store and farm a few miles from Peoria and seems to be the first man in that region. He has, too, a charming wife whom he calls "Susie Dick," and a six months' old baby which he calls "Brewster Miller Carlin." They are as hearty people in their friendship as I ever met. They asked all about your husband, and yourself, and I had to get out your photograph to convince them that you were far more beautiful than myself. ”

“ He debated going to Battle Field and seeing Mr. Carlin and asking forgiveness. But such an agitating interview would probably hasten death, even if he could get admittance; besides, he remembered that Frederic Carlin, slow to condemn, never forgave once he had condemned. "He feels toward me as I'd feel in the same circumstances. I have got only what I deserve." No judgments are so terrible as those that are just.
The state of Armstrong's mind so preyed upon him that it affected even his giant strength and health, and his friends urged him to take a vacation. ”

“ Carlin had a look at the owner of the voice. Later he hunted up Trench—Lieutenant Trench—and to him he said: "Glory to the man who can wear his uniform without tempering hot convictions or coining free speech to the bureaucratic mint! But greater glory to the man who can divest high office of its shining robes and see only the man beneath. Who's your big, rangy gunner's mate with the gray-flecked, thick black hair and what the apprentice boys call go-to-hell eyes?"
"That's easy—Killorin." ”

“ Carlin. I say, Carlin, it's going first-rate. Your husband's help's simply invaluable, Mrs. Dennison."
"Harry?" she said, in a tone that she regretted a moment later, for there was a passing gleam in Ruston's eye before he answered gravely, [pg 32]
"His firm carries great weight. Well, we're all in it here, sink or swim; aren't we, Carlin?" ”

“ Carlin, you’ll have to get hold of the other two dollars and a half some how, or out you’ll go. See?”
“Shure, sir, you are very hard with a poor widow,” said Mrs. Carlin, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron.
“Business is business, Mrs. Carlin.”
“If Mr. Fairchild were in, he’d trate me better than you. Will he be in soon?”
“Perhaps he will, and perhaps he won’t. You can pay the money to me.”
“I won’t, sir, beggin’ your pardon. I’d rather wait and see him.”
“Very well! you can take the consequences,” and Mr. Mullins eyed the widow with an unpleasant and threatening glance. ”

“ But Carlin was of the type that will take profit and not care so long as its own hands are clean. I wonder how many of us would eat meat if we had to do the killing ourselves or make money from poisonous industries if we had ourselves to face the poison. What Rantan chose to do was nothing to Carlin so long as he himself had not to do it or to plan it, but he was cautious.
“How about that chap Sru?” he asked. “He’s boss of the crew and the only thinking one of them—suppose....” ”

“ His every step in the market-place, or in the bazaar, had its own twitch back toward Malcolm M'Cord's bungalow; his every thought encountering a pressure of weight to hurry home.
Carlin was full of deep joys of understanding. One did not have to finish sentences for her. She meant India—its hidden wisdom. She had the thing called education in great tiers and folds. Skag's education was of the kind that accumulates when a man does not know he is being educated. . . . Certainly Carlin was unattainable—this was an often recurring thought as he learned Hindi from her and something of Urdu ”

“ And briefly, rapidly, and not without art, Carlin retold the story—retold it in prose entirely—of Paymaster Totten and the bale of blankets. When he had done he added: "Now, J. J., what do you think of a man doing a good job like that and losing out by it?"
"Always the way, Carlin—always," replied the Honorable Flavin briskly. "What most of these fellows on these ships need is a little course in practical politics. Why didn't that paymaster sit tight in his bunk, the time his captain came to him with that hurry-up message, and tell him he couldn't get any coolies or sampans? ”

“ The man caught that “we.” “I’m more than half convinced we’ll have a Carlin show next September.”
Joe went hot and cold. Not because this was radio, but because it was Thomas Carlin Presents.
Tom Carlin puffed his contentment. “Every day we have customers who telephone and ask to have some purchase delivered at once. That forces me to take a clerk from behind the counter and send him out. I’ve been thinking of hiring somebody to take care of some light work and make these deliveries. This Pop Bartell. Do you think he could fit into that job after forty years of show business?” ”

“ Marn asked him, her eyes very bright.
"Do we have to get emotional?" Carlin asked roughly. "I'm an engineer, and this is the biggest engineering experiment to be tried for centuries. Don't you think I want to be in on it?" He added crushingly, "And as for my getting mixed up in the blame, I'm already blasted well mixed in it. When I denied to Floring that this was a magnetic dredge, I implicated myself right there in the whole business. I've got to make it succeed, now." ”

“ He bent and kissed the first lady, but the second one he caught in his arms, held her in a long embrace and kissed her over and over again.
"He has struck a bonanza," said Ashley.
"And the formation is kindly," said Harding.
"The indications are splendid," said Ashley. "Mark the trend of the vein; it is exquisite."
"It does not seem to be rebellious or obstinate ore to manipulate either. Carlin's process seems to work like a fire assay," said Harding.
"Just by the surface showing the claim is worth a thousand dollars a share," said Ashley. "I wonder if Carlin has secured a patent yet?" ”

“ Skag struck at the same time. His lakri touched the hood. With all his strength, though with a loose whipping wrist, he had struck. The lakri had touched the hood, but there was no violence to the impact. . . . Carlin's love tones were in his heart. Skag laughed.
The head went out of sight. Skag struck again. It was as if his lakri were caught in a swift hand and held for just the fraction of a second. No force to the man's blow. The cobra was no nearer; no show of haste. Skag's stick was a barrier of fury, yet twice the king struck between . . . twice and again. ”

“ Our actor, Garrick, was an admirer of this famous Mime. Of Carlin, M. Sand speaks:—"Like most clever buffoons, he had a very melancholy disposition, and, as with Dominique, his gaiety was what the English term humour. It belonged to his mind, and not to his temperament." Carlin also wrote a book entitled, "Les Metamorphosis d'Arlequin." In 1783 Carlin died, and his place in the favour of the public was filled by Galinetti.
The French view of the English Clown is interesting: "The English clown (whose nearest representative on the French stage is Pierrot) is an odd and fantastical being. ”

“ The chap on the other side of the table commenced to pay out the pictures, and the Quane——"
"Well, what of the Queen, Barney?" asked Carlin.
"She fill down be the side of the sardane box, and the chap raked in me double agle."
"How do you like that style of banking, Barney?" asked Ashley.
"Oh! Its mighty plisant and enthertainin', of course; the business sames to be thransacted with a grate dale of promptness and dispatch; the only drawback seems to be that the rates of ixchange are purty high."
Tom Carlin knew of a great farm, a store, a flour mill, and a hazel-eyed girl back in Illinois. ”

“ Royal Street swallowed him and hurried him along with the crowd. Thomas Carlin Presents To-day’s Book! He’d always felt there was a way for his father to put on a broadcast and sell books. The movies did a selling stunt every day. COMING ATTRACTIONS, and then half a dozen shots from next week’s picture. The trick was to dramatize a scene from a book and make people want to read the whole book. Vic probably wouldn’t use him until next Monday’s show. He had almost a whole week.
The Thomas Carlin store was busy with men and women from the tall office buildings, shopping during the lunch hour. ”

“ Then as the anchor fell and the Kermadec swung to her moorings on the flood, nose to the break, Rantan, leaving the wheel and standing with compressed lips, his hand on the after rail and his eyes on the crowd, suddenly broke silence and turned to Carlin.
“We don’t want any fighting,” said he. “We’ve got to palaver them. It’s a jolt. Peterson said the place was empty, and I reckon he lied or else he didn’t keep his eyes skinned, but whether or no we’ve got to swallow it. Worst is we’ve no trade to speak of, nothing but sandalwood. No matter—we don’t want nothing but to be left alone. ”

“ CHAPTER VIII The Monster Kabuli
Skag had learned, in finding Carlin, that it wasn't like a man in America finding the one particular and inimitable girl, not even if she were the laurus nobilis and he the eagle of the same coin. In India, where people have pride of race, and time to keep it shining, there are formalities. . . . The two had arranged to meet in the jungle—not deep in the glen where the tiger had coughed, but at the edge toward Hurda, when Skag returned from Poona. He was to go straight into the jungle from the railway station. Carlin would be watching and follow there. ”

“ Marn smiled slightly. "You wouldn't have done it. You're too chicken-hearted even to kill a fly."
"Ho, what are you talking about?" exclaimed Gramp indignantly. "When I was young, they called me the toughest Earthman in space."
Carlin walked silently out to the workshop with Harb and Jonny. The lame youngster opened the building, and then gestured toward the tall, cylindrical machine. ”

“ Skag had known things in certain seconds of his duel with the cobra. (Mostly, a man only thinks he knows.) Carlin had stood on the threshold, not more than fifteen feet away, while he was engaged. No one had told him at that time, that the man does not live who can continue to keep off a fighting cobra from striking home ”

“ I knew from the first I'd need another engineer's help in installing and operating the dredge. I brought you home because I was hoping I could enlist your aid before we started on the expedition. But all the same, I've got to warn you. We're directly bucking a Control Council order. You can lose your certificate and go to Rigel prison, even if our plan succeeds. And if it doesn't succeed, it may mean perishing with us. And after all, Earth isn't your world."
"Who the devil is doing anything for Earth?" Carlin retorted. "This old planet of yours means nothing to me either way." ”