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Who is there in Terrace City that's got thirty thousand dollars to spend for a fur coat, or twenty thousand for a fox fur?" Old John grinned. "Mrs. Orcutt bought one, didn't she?" "Yes, but she bought it down in New York " "An' paid thirty-five thousand for a coat that runs half a dozen shades lighter, an' is topped an' pointed to bring it up to the best it's got.
It lacked three minutes of one, and remembering his appointment with Orcutt, he hastened to the Wolverine Bank. Orcutt greeted his caller without enthusiasm. For despite the assurance over the telephone that Wentworth wanted no money, he felt that he was in for a touch. The younger man was quick to note the attitude, and hastened to dispel it. "In the first place, Mr.
Ashly Crane fussed inwardly because he saw that Judge Orcutt was in one of his "wandering" and leisurely moods, and might detain them to discourse upon Europe or anything that happened into his mind before signing the necessary order. But after this introduction, the judge was silent, while his smile still lingered in the gaze he directed to the young woman before him.
Whether during all these years Adelle ever thought much about the judge, nobody knows, but Judge Orcutt often had occasion to recollect the pale, badly dressed little girl who had no manners, when he signed orders and approved papers in re Adelle Clark, minor.
Sweeney was a retired plain-clothes man with a record, and a bank account. It was said that he knew every crook from Los Angeles to New York. Be it added, to his credit, that he kept his own counsel attending to his own business on both sides of the bar. "Do they ever do those things now?" queried the young man, nodding toward the picture. Sweeney Orcutt smiled a thin-lipped smile. "Not much.
"The I. W. W.! My God, Orcutt, don't you know enough not to come in here wasting my time talking about the I. W. W.? Those anarchists haven't got any organization. Can't you get that through your head?" "All right," replied Orcutt, and marched off. Janet felt rather sorry for him, though she had to admit that his manner was exasperating.
I need the coin for entertainin' purposes, I'll pay you in the mornin'." "You got me that time," said Orcutt. "Here's the coin." "Shall we sit down here?" asked Winthrop, indicating one of the tables. "Sure! Now this ain't no frame-up. No, I'll set where I can watch Sweeney. He's like to steal his own cash-register if you don't watch him." And Winthrop noticed that his companion faced the door.
It crosses about a mile above here, and we are standing about the same distance above the mill site." "Do you mean that we own only a mile of timber on the big river above this point?" "Just about a mile. Our property runs a long way up Gods River, and both sides of the Shamattawa below the dotted line." Orcutt studied the map for a moment. "Who owns the land above here?" he asked sharply.
It is rather an advantage at times." "You have played your part well," admitted Cameron. "And McNabb has played his part well whatever that part is. Orcutt said he was losing his grip, was in his dotage. Well, he will not be the first man that has had to change his mind. He has gone to inspect the mill site and will return day after to-morrow. Wentworth accompanied him.
"I'll buy an option on it." Cameron shook his head. "No, the time has come for a sale. We can't afford to hold timber ourselves, and as to finding purchasers, I know a dozen men who would snap it up at seven dollars." "All right," growled Orcutt. "Make out your papers and I'll sign 'em.
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