The Challenge of the North

Oskar Hedin head of the fur department of old John McNabb's big store looked up from his scrutiny of the Russian sable coat spread upon a table before him and encountered the twinkling eyes of old John himself. It's a shame to keep this coat here-and that natural black fox piece too. Who is there in Terrace City that's got thirty thousand dollars to spend for a fur coat or twenty thousand for a fox fur? Old John grinned. Mrs. Orcutt bought one didn't she? Yes but she bought it down in New York- An' paid thirty-five thousand for a coat that runs half a dozen shades lighter an' is topped an' pointed to bring it up to the best it's got. Did I ever tell ye the story of Mrs. Orcutt's coat? No. It goes back quite a ways-the left-handed love me an' Fred Orcutt has for one another.