The Challenge of the North

he stories of his father, a great upstanding Viking of a sailor man, who year after year had forced his little vessel into the far

by which the flimsiest of furs are foisted upon the gullible purchasers of "seal," "sable," "black fox," "ermine," and "beaver." He prided himself that no misnamed fur

ithin a very few years had been promoted to head his department. At the Country Club he could be depended upon to qualify with the first flight in the annual golf tournament, and the "dope"

od coursing through her veins, her glow of health, and the sparkle of her eyes-McNabb's own daughter. "And, yet, I can't suggest it because-" Hedin muttered aloud and scowled at the floor. "I'd have asked her before thi

sten, Elsie Campbell is giving a dinner for me this evening and of course you're not invited because it's just too funny the way she has snubbed you lately, and there's a show in town and after dinner we're going. Of course it won't be any good, but she's making a theatre party of it, and it sounds grand anyway. And I must hurry along now because I must remind Dad that he pro

vate office and, rushing to his side, planted a kiss squarely upon the top o

sterous ever since. Twenty-one years old, an' tell me now, what have ye ever accomplished? When I was your age I

ve north of 60. But I'm in a hurry; I promised to help Mr. Wentworth pick out a toboggan ca

ed absently. "This Wentworth, now-he's been kickin' around an uncommon

Nettle River, and either the company broke up, or they found the plan was not feasible, or something, and they abandoned it. So Mr. Wentworth isn't do

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