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Having submitted exhibit A in the form of his brother's samples of pulp and paper, exhibit B in the form of Mr. Creamer's letter, and exhibit C in the form of Mr. Creamer's own samples of pulp and paper, Mr. Turner rested quite comfortably in his chair, thank you. "This seems to make the thing positive," admitted Mr. Princeman. "Mr.
Creamer's office he found the financier in a good humor. The market had gone well of late, and Mr. Creamer's moods were not altogether unlike the mercury. His greeting was more cordial than usual. After a brief discussion of recent events, he pushed a card across to his visitor and asked casually: "What do you know about that man?" "Gordon Keith!" exclaimed the younger man, in surprise.
"We'll never be able to dig a path through that." This looked to be true to the older girl, too; so she began thinking. But it was Dot, trying to peer around the bigger girls' elbows, who solved the problem. "Oh, my! how nice it would be to have a ladder and climb up to the top of that snowbank," she cried. "Maybe we could go over to Mabel Creamer's, right over the fence and all, Tess!"
"Mr. Keith." Mr. Creamer's tone conveyed not the least feeling, gave no idea either of welcome or surprise. "Excuse me for interrupting you for a moment," said Keith. "I want to open an account here. I have a draft on London, which I should like to deposit and have you collect for me." The effect was immediate; indeed, one might almost say magical.
Princeman, with a wince, did, for G. W. Creamer and the Eureka Paper Mills were his most successful competitors in the manufacture of special-priced high-grade papers. Mr. Cuthbert also knew Mr. Creamer intimately. "Good," said Sam; "then Mr. Creamer's letter will have some weight," and he turned it over to Mr. Blackrock.
The banker was gazing at the young man ironically; but, as he observed him, his credulity began to give way. That stamp of truth which men recognize was written on him unmistakably. Mr. Creamer's mind worked quickly. "By the way, you came from down there. Did you know a young man named Rhodes? He was an engineer. Went over the line." Keith's eyes brightened. "He is one of my best friends.
We used to be warm friends, and I did not wish to use his friendship for me as a ground on which to approach him in a commercial enterprise." Mr. Creamer's countenance expressed more incredulity than he intended to show. "He might feel under obligations to do for me what he would not be inclined to do otherwise," Keith explained.
How Creamer's paternal relative extricated himself from his precarious position will never be known, as, at this juncture, Ben and La Salle, respectively, weary of playing a limited repertoire of psalm-tunes on the concertina, and reading the musty records of a long-forgotten "Sederunt of the quarterly Synod," as detailed in an old number of the Presbyterian Witness, interrupted the prolonged passage at arms by an invitation, to all so disposed, "to take a walk around the island."
"Blanche is good for half a dozen years or so, if she is careful," the Doctor said to himself, "and then she must take to her prayer-book." After this spasmodic failure of Mrs. Blanche Creamer's to stir up the old Doctors, she returned again to the pleasing task of watching the Widow in her evident discomfiture.
"Blanche is good for half a dozen years or so, if she is careful," the Doctor said to himself, "and then she must take to her prayer-book." After this spasmodic failure of Mrs. Blanche Creamer's to stir up the old Doctors, she returned again to the pleasing task of watching the Widow in her evident discomfiture.
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