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And to think how nearly I missed it! I go back in an hour on the same train that brought you in." McNabb had listened in silence to the tirade. "But I I don't understand it. My options " "Your options," interrupted Orcutt, and his voice rasped harsh, "expired at noon on the first day of July.
When the man returned and reported nothing disturbed, Hedin left the store and proceeded directly to his room, where he spent a sleepless night in trying to solve the mystery. After breakfast the following morning Jean McNabb sat before the little dressing table in her room when the doorbell rang, and the maid announced Mr. Hedin. "Tell Mr.
I have a friend in Detroit whose father will jump at the chance. It isn't too big for McNabb." "Who said anything about it being too big?" snapped Orcutt. "If McNabb could find the money, I can. But, mind you, I'm not going to spend a damned cent on the proposition until after McNabb's options have expired and we've got our hands on the pulp-wood. Mind you; you don't draw any advance money."
Why, isn't it a baum marten?" McNabb nodded. "Yes, it's a baum marten. Run along now. I just wanted to see which coat ye'd got. Here, take it along with ye. The tailor can wait." With a puzzled glance at the two men, Jean took the coat, and with a toss of the head left the office. McNabb turned to Hedin. "What have ye got to say now? Did the girl tell the truth?" "Absolutely."
The Church depends upon her children to spread the beneficial influence of her social doctrines. "The great work of the Catholics, after the war, will be," said Father McNabb, O.P., "to bring the vision of the Bride of Christ, the Catholic Church, before the millions of our countrymen." "These countrymen of ours are blind and often bigoted," adds Henry Somerville.
Right, I'll be there. Good-by." A few moments later McNabb entered the office. "Well, did you look the proposition over? Ye see by the map how we can get the paper to the Bay. What d'ye say? Take it, or leave it?" "I'll take it," answered Wentworth. "An' ye'll start to-morrow?" "Why it's pretty short notice but yes, I'll start to-morrow." Old John McNabb drew a check which he handed to Wentworth.
Murchison will give me a letter, and I'll strike the Company for a job." McNabb nodded. "I guess ye're right, about not goin' back to the store," he said slowly. "Your heart is in the North." There was a strange lump in Hedin's throat. He glanced into the face of his employer, and was surprised at a certain softness in the shrewd gray eyes that gazed far out over the lake.
It seemed fitting that Duncan Polite should have found a harbour in the shelter of his Zion, the place that had been the centre of all his hopes. They covered the quiet, peaceful face and carried him very tenderly, Peter McNabb and Andrew Johnstone and some of his other lifelong friends, into John Hamilton's house. They laid him in the darkened sitting-room, and Mrs.
Fetch her in, John." Murchison's eyes twinkled as he stepped closer. "He thinks he's lost her," he whispered. "But tell me, John, d'ye think the lass cares for this damned Wentworth?" "Who can say?" grinned McNabb. "'Twill not be long now till we can see for ourselves," and stepping to the door he called Jean, who was trying to make friends with a group of Indian children.
My father was a real man. He lived, and he died like a man. This is a man's country. I am going to stay." Hedin had expected an outburst of temper, and had steeled himself to withstand it. Instead, Old John McNabb nodded slowly as he continued to puff at his pipe. "So ye're tired of workin' for me. Ye want to quit " "It isn't that. I would rather work for you than any man I ever knew.
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