Flower of the North

roke the

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ppened a thousand-two thousand years ago-but not now. My God, man!" he cried, m

replied

tter in his hand. "A man doesn't live-a combination doesn't

smiled

d have dined at their tables. You spent a week at Selden's summer borne, and it was Selden who cornered wheat three years ago and raised the price of bread two cents a loaf. It was Selden who brought about the bread riots in New York, Chicago, and a score of other cities, who swung wide the prison doors for thousands, whose millions were gained at a cost of misery, crime, and even death. And Selden is only one out of thousands who live to-day, watching for their opportunities, giving no heed to those who may fall under the juggernaut of their ca

etter, crumpled and t

correspondence, and this letter contains the final word. It shows that your enemies have already succeeded

nodded at the horrifi

ivilized life in five years. As we sat there a woman came up the street. She turned in at the hotel. About me there was a sudden lowering of voices, a shuffling of feet. As she passed, every one of those twelve rose from their seats and stood with bowed heads and their caps in their hands until she had gone. I was the only one who remained sitting! That, Greggy, is the one great law of life up here, the worsh

half a dozen nervous steps, paused, lighted a cig

nd your men, of course. And I fancy it won't be a job half done if they feel about it as I'd feel. But," he demanded, sharply, "why don't you put the affair in

nvelope, of the kind in which offi

's th

ave a low

y, as though scarce believing his e

on Philip's lips c

to show. This letter wouldn't count the weight of a feather without further evidence, and a lot of it. Besides, we haven't time to go to the government. It is too far away and too slow. And as for the police-I know of three in this territory, and the

t th

thought that I understood the object of those who are planning to ruin us in this cowardly manner. But I don't now. If th

factors in the game," said

e bottom of this plot, Lord Fitzhugh is the man at the working end of it. We don't care so much about the writer of this letter as the one to whom it was written. It

ho the deuce can this Lord Fitzhugh be? What sort of an Englishman would mix up in a dirty job of this kind? You might imagine him to

imes during the last three days, and I'm more at sea than ever. If it had been plain Tom Brown or Bill Jones, the name would not have su

ach other keenly for a

sts-" beg

ha

ers are being stirred up against you and your men for some other and more powerful reason than to make you get out

said Phil

ns of what might be th

al lands east of the surveyed line. But there is none at Churchil

en to Brokaw ab

, which comes over twice a year, touches at Halifax, and if Brokaw followed out his intentions he took passage there. The ship should be in within a week or ten days. And, by the way"-Philip stood up and thrust h

ed match until it bu

you say!

confirm your opinion of Miss Brokaw. You will say that she is the most beautiful girl you have ever seen, a

s which Gregson might have noticed if he had n

big and bright up in this

ilip, wondering what was passing through the other's mind. "This air-compared with our

for a few moments. Then

e turned at Philip's silence, and laughed. "I beg your pardon, old man,

f a pretty girl," replied Philip, "but I'll break the rule for onc

n of the other thing, Phil. I've heard enough of business for to-night. I'm going to f

lip. "Meanwhile I'll go

seated himself under the lamp and was sharpening a pencil. As Philip went t

said, nodding toward the envelope, "kindly put in a word for m

as he picked

t beau-"

the smile leave his lips and a quick flush leap into his bronzed cheeks. He stared

laughed, softly and

wager look no

ping the envelope and turning to the door

ut, what Gregson would say if he told him that he had drawn on t