The Challenge of the North

eir place, and greeted the girl who had halted before the tall pier glass to readjust her hat a

nt to try on lots of them. I don't know a thing in the world about furs. All

her choice had narrowed down to a handsome d

a tone of mock despair. "It's worse than picking out toboggan caps. I just helped Mr. W

d Jean noticed tiny wrinkl

le River thing they were trying to put through, and Dad said if he was a civil engineer, and out of a job,

" grunt

it. Mr. Wentworth is awfully nice, a

it was Fred Orcutt that brought him here, and he brought him for

, years and years ago, in which Dad fancied Mr. Orcutt tried to get the best of him, and he has never forgotten it. You see, Dad is the dearest thing that ever lived, but he is sort of crusty, and it isn't everybody that knows how t

rrel is beautiful, but I believe I like the dark f

first that the darker fur was the fur for her, yet

the windows and drew the shades. Returning in the gloom, he reached swiftly into the fur safe and withdrew the Russian sable coat which he deftly

r shoulders, and, picking up the Russian sable, held it while she slipped her arms into the sleeves. As she buttoned it, he stepped back, and viewed the result through

one best. I

a minute-the set of the collar in the back--" He stepped behind her, raised the collar a trifle with his fingers, smoothed it

he set is all right. W

it

ght, but you must promise me to send it down th

t to the house

much for helping me select it. Here comes Mr. Wentworth, now. I wonder whether he will like it. I'm crazy about it. What

he knew that Mrs. Orcutt most certainly would, for McNabb had once publicly compared it with her coat, much to the New York coat's detriment and Mrs. Orcutt's humiliation. It was not altogether loyalty for his employer that led him to plot the woman an uncomfortable evening, for he owed her a grudge on his own account. Ever since the coming of Wentworth, whom she had taken under her special patronage, Hedin had been studiously omitted fro

s a baum marten," Jean went on. "It took me a long time to choose between this and a

ong to decide between that and a squirrel." He turned to Hedin. "What do you think, Mr.-ah-Ha

ned and began to replace the coats that lay upon the table. Wentworth watched Hed

w that her eyes wer

he whispered, "you will not add much t

ed Hedin, meeting her gaze squarely. "Please don't wa