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When the lad had gone, Thirlwell felt pleasantly excited as he opened a letter Scott took out of the bag, for he saw it was from Agatha. She told him that Drummond had met her in Toronto and related how Stormont had victimized him. The young man stated that he wanted to see the North and would like to get work where he could watch for the prospecting party he thought Stormont would send up.

"But I wonder who told her! Do you think that fellow Stormont " "I'm going to find out," George said grimly. "In the meantime, it's not important. I reckon you understand what this thing implies? If these people won't support Agatha's application, she can't get another post. She'd have made her mark teaching, but now all that's gone; she's turned down, and I'm responsible!" "You are not to blame.

Stormont gave him some paper money, and then turned to the clerk. "See about mailing the letters, Watson." The clerk went out, knowing why he had been sent. His employer trusted him where he was forced, but did not want him to hear what Drummond had to say. When Watson had gone Drummond knitted his brows, as if trying to remember something.

'So my cousin is going to throw herself away upon that man? he said. 'You must not call it throwing herself away, Mr. Stormont, I answered; 'Mr. Egerton is devoted to your cousin, and the change in his circumstances makes him a very good match for her. 'The change in his circumstances has not changed the man, he returned in an angry tone. 'No good can come of such a marriage.

"The vein runs out on the face of a cliff, 'bout forty paces from the first rampike pine; there's three or four rampikes, but the fire hadn't gone far into the bush." "Not much of a clue! There are patches of burned forest all over the country," Stormont remarked. "Don't interrupt!" said Drummond, with a frown. "It's pretty hard to remember. Give me 'nother drink. I wanter get it right."

Drummond was perhaps a dozen yards off, and stood, holding a fishing-rod, while Stormont sat on a fallen log opposite. Thirlwell clenched his fist and listened. He could hear them talk. "How'd you know you'd find me here?" Drummond asked. "I didn't know," said Stormont; "it was good luck. I wanted to find out if Thirlwell had finished the canoes.

It was the kindly fashion of those days that the farmers carted the new minister's furniture from the nearest railway station, and as the railway to Kildrummie was not yet open, they had to go to Stormont Station on the north line; and a pleasant procession they made passing through Pitscowrie, ten carts in their best array, and drivers with a semi-festive air. Mr.

Stormont Thorpe, on an afternoon of early October, yawned in the face of this landscape and then idly wondered a little at the mood which had impelled him to do so. At the outset of his proprietorship he had bound himself, as by a point of honour, to regard this as the finest view from any gentleman's house in England.

Stormont was quiet; dangerously quiet Thirlwell thought, because it was obvious that Drummond had led him on until he learned his plans. He stooped and began to pick up the bills, moving about, for the bits of paper were scattered and indistinct. One had fallen by a heavy stone, and Thirlwell felt his nerves tingle as Stormont got nearer.

When the latter rots and cracks, voyageurs and prospectors wait until the melting snow sweeps the grinding floes away and canoes can be launched. To push through tangled bush and across soft muskegs costs heavy labor. "They were taking up a big load and couldn't march fast," he said. "I understand you don't know Stormont?" "I know his character and unless he's badly slandered that's enough!

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