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Updated: May 21, 2025
Some people are supposed to smile merely in order to show what good teeth they have. William John McNabb, I am sure, never did that. We need not grumble at our contemporaries, however, for not being so fine as William John McNabb. To children, for all we know, the world may still seem to be full of people who laugh because they are happy and smile because they are kind.
McNabb reached for the telephone and called a number. "Hello! Is that you, Jean? Come to the store at once, and bring your new fur coat to my office. . . . What? No, that won't do, at all. Bring it yourself I'm waitin'." "I'll step outside while Jean while Miss McNabb " "Ye'll stay where ye are!" snapped McNabb.
The two men smoked with their eyes upon the minute hand that slowly crept toward twelve. Now and then Cameron's glance strayed through the window toward the trading post, as though he half expected to see John McNabb step to its door. "Twelve o'clock!" announced Orcutt, in a voice that held a ring of triumph.
You ought to be ashamed a couple of up-to-date financiers like you two, pickin' on an' old man that's just dodderin' around in his second childhood." Wentworth flushed hot at the grin that accompanied the words. "To hell with McNabb and you, too!" he cried angrily, and carrying the canoe into the water, he placed his pack in it.
Old John McNabb looked up from his papers as his daughter burst into his private office and, rushing to his side, planted a kiss squarely upon the top of his bald head. "I came in to tell you I'm twenty-one to-day," she announced. "Well, well, so ye are! Ye come into the world on the first of March, true to the old sayin', an' ye've be'n boisterous ever since.
Reaching into his pocket, Wentworth drew out the packet of papers and held it in his hand. "Eight or ten years ago McNabb bought options on a half million acres of pulp-wood lying between two certain rivers. He sent for me said he heard I was out of a job, and that as he was the one that was responsible for my losing out, it was only fair that he should offer me another.
"Where is Murchison?" he asked, glancing through the window toward the post. "He has gone in a boat with Wawake to set the fish nets." Without a word Wentworth stepped across the room, unlocked his trunk, and from its depths drew the sable coat that Hedin had last seen upon the shoulders of Jean McNabb as she walked from the store upon that memorable Saturday.
When he parted from Jean McNabb after the coasting party, Wentworth proceeded to the railway station, where he purchased his ticket and arranged with a truckman to call for his trunk at exactly eight o'clock. Hastening to the hotel, he dressed for dinner.
"Hello, John," Orcutt greeted, lifting his Stetson in acknowledgment of the presence of Jean. "Well, what do you think of it?" McNabb continued to stare about him. "I don't seem to quite get the straight of it," he said slowly. "Eureka Paper Company," he read the legend emblazoned upon the trucks and tarpaulins scattered all over the foreground. "What does it mean, Orcutt?
And Murchison said that with my knowledge of fur the Company would soon give me a post of my own." "But what of the future, lad?" Hedin shrugged. "All I ask of the future," he answered, and McNabb noted just a touch of bitterness in the tone, "is that I may live it in the North." "H-m-m," said McNabb, knocking the ashes from his pipe, "I guess the North has got ye, lad.
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