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Well I guessed you or my father had induced her to go, so I concluded to start the investigation with you," He passed his hand over his white dripping brow before resuming what he had to say. "The Tyee Lumber Company isn't equipped to carry on its pay-roll Mr. Donald McKaye and the man who interferes in his personal affair, even though actuated by a kindly interest.
Andrew Daney whirled; his wife glanced up, startled, then half rose and settled back in her chair again, for her legs absolutely refused to support her. Standing at the foot of the three steps that led off the veranda was Hector McKaye! "I drove Donald down from The Dreamerie to catch the up train, and thought I'd drop over and visit with you a bit," he explained.
She got up and went to the peculiar and wholly impractical little desk which Mrs. McKaye had picked up in Italy and which Donald, calm in the knowledge that his mother would never use it or miss it, had given her to help furnish the house when first they had come to the Sawdust Pile. DEAR DONALD: I had planned to reserve my thanks for the books and the candy until you called for dinner to-morrow.
Proceed, Mrs. Daney." "Young Mr. McKaye is unduly interested in you, Nan at least, that is the impression of a number of people in Port Agnew." "I object to the use of the adverb 'unduly' in connection with Mr. Donald's interest in my father and me. But no matter. Since Port Agnew has no interest in me, pray why, Mrs.
From time to time, he wondered how much Hector McKaye had paid her to disappear out of his son's life, and how that son would feel, and what he would say to his father when he discovered his light o' love had flown the cage. The following morning Mr.
In the case of Nan Brent they have developed coincidently; so we find it hard to regard her as normal and human." "Do you condone her offense, Hector?" Mrs. McKaye demanded incredulously. "I am a firm believer in the sacredness of marriage, I cannot conceive of a civilization worth while without it," The Laird declared earnestly.
McKaye, who had crept down stairs with a half-formed notion of confessing to The Laird in the hope of mitigating her son's offense of, mother-like, taking upon her shoulders an equal burden of the blame caught a glimpse of old Hector's face, and her courage failed her.
And he bent upon all the women of his household a smoldering glance. Apparently, by mutual consent, the subject was dropped forthwith. Donald's silence throughout the remainder of the meal was portentous, however, and Mrs. McKaye and her daughters were relieved when, the meal finished at last, they could retire with good grace and leave father and son to their cigars. "Doesn't it beat hell?"
Consequently, since Hector McKaye was one of those hardy men who never hesitate to take that which no man denies them, he reached forth and acquired timber. A strip of land a quarter of a mile wide and fronting the beach was barren of commercial timber. As grazing-land, Hector McKaye was enabled to file on a full section of this, and, with its acquisition, he owned the key to the outlet.
Donald intercepted the old man's amazed and troubled glance, and smiled at his father with his eyes an affectionate overture that was not lost on The Laird ere he jerked his head and eyes once more to the front. Mrs. McKaye and her two daughters were as yet unaware of the horror that impended. But not for long.
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