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The Challenge of the North

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1097    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

into outdoor togs and a half hour later was silently threading an old log-trail that bit deep into the jack-pines. Mi

croaching jack-pines and poplars, and upon the fourth by a broad bend of the river, Hedin re

of all others, when he had intended to whisper in her ear, as the toboggan flew down the steep grade, the thing that had been uppermost in his mind for a year. An

ide for a new toy. Some day, too late perhaps, she would see her mistake, and then she would suffer, even as he was suffering now-but, no, to suffer one must first love, and woman had not the capacity to love. "To hel

t was not too late-he was only twenty-five. He, too, would live like a man, would go into the North, and henceforth only

look down upon the brilliant lights of Terrace City. His momentum carried him skimming across a flat meadow, and he slowed to a st

matched sable-and he would carry the picture with him t

dle aisle, eagerly scanning the patrons as they were ushered to their seats. The theatre boas

inner party. Then, as he had about given up hope, he raised his eyes to a box just as Jean McNabb entered, followed closely by Wentworth. Hedin stared as if petrified, brushed his hand across his eyes as though to clear his vi

epartment head. Hastening to the fur safe, Hedin unlocked and threw it open. He switched on the light, and peered into the interior. The Russian sable coat was not in its accustomed place. And a hurried search of the safe showed that it was in no other place. Closing the door, he inspected the case that contained the less valuable furs, and it was but the work of a mome

arms upon his desk. He tried to think clearly, but found himself e

window in the store, and sent the watchman to the basement on a tour of similar inspection. When the man returned and reported nothin

t before the little dressing table in her room when

e anyone this morning," sh

a notebook. Jean read it at a glance, and her face flushed with swift anger. No salutation, only a

reverse side of the paper. "Never talk business o

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