ASSISTANT MANAGER OF THE MAN-WOLF MINE.
As the deeply laden sealer drew near to land, Cabot had impatiently
scanned the coast of the great island that he had once thought so remote,
but which, after his long sojourn in the Labrador wilderness, now seemed
almost the same as New York itself. When the "Labrador" entered
Conception Bay, at the head of which lies Harbour Grace, her home port,
and was forced by ice to anchor, he inquired concerning a small island
that lay close at hand.
"Bell Island," he repeated meditatively, on being told its name. "Isn't
there an iron mine on it?"
"Sartain," replied David Gidge. "The whole island is mostly made of
iron."
"Then it is a place that I particularly want to visit, and I know what we
will do. Of course, White, we can't let you go to prison, but at the
same time you haven't, immediately available, the money with which to pay
that fine. I have, though, right in St. Johns. So, if you will endorse
that New York draft to me, I will carry it into the city, deposit it at
the bank, draw out the cash, and take the first train for Harbour Grace,
so as to be there with more than enough money to pay your fine when you
arrive. After that I propose that we both go on to New York, where I am
almost certain I can get you something to do that will pay even better
than a lobster factory. If that plan strikes you as all right, and if
Mr. Gidge will set me ashore here, I'll just take a look at Bell Island
and then hurry on to St. Johns."
The plan appearing feasible to White, Cabot--taking with him only his bag
of specimens, to which he intended to add others of the Bell Island
ore--bade his friends a temporary farewell, and was set ashore. As the
country was still covered with snow, he had slung his snowshoes on his
back, and as he was still clad in the well-worn fur garments that had
been so necessary in Labrador, his appearance was sufficiently striking
to attract attention as soon as he landed. One of the very first persons
who spoke to him proved to be the young superintendent of the mine he
wished to visit, and, when this gentleman learned that Cabot had just
returned from Labrador, he offered him every hospitality. Not only did
he show him over the mine and give him all possible information
concerning it, but he kept him over night in his own bachelor quarters,
and provided a boat to take him across to Portugal Cove on the mainland
in the morning.
From that point, there being no conveyance, Cabot was forced to walk the
nine miles into St. Johns, which city he did not reach until nearly noon.
Even there, where fur-clad Arctic explorers are not uncommon, Cabot's
costume attracted much attention. Disregarding this, he inquired his way
to the Bank of Nova Scotia, where he presented the letter of credit that
he had carefully treasured amid all the vicissitudes of the past ten
months. The paying teller of the bank examined it closely, and then took
a long look at the remarkable-appearing young man who had presented it.
Finally he said curtly:
"Sign your name."
Cabot did so, and the other, after comparing the two signatures, retired
to an inner room. From it he reappeared a few moments later and
requested Cabot to follow him inside, where the manager wished to see him.
The manager also regarded our lad with great curiosity as he said:
"You have retained this letter a long time without presenting it."
"And I might have retained it longer if I had not been in need of money,"
rejoined Cabot, somewhat nettled by the man's manner.
"You are Cabot Grant of New York?"
"I am."
"Not yet of age?"
"Not quite."
"And you have a guardian?"
"I have."
"Do you mind telling his name and address?"
"Is that a necessary preliminary to drawing money on a letter of credit?"
"In this case it is."
"Well, then, he is James Hepburn, President of the Gotham Trust and
Investment Company."
"Just so, and you will doubtless be interested in this communication from
him."
So saying, the manager handed over the telegram in which Mr. Hepburn
instructed the St. Johns branch of the Bank of Nova Scotia to advance
only the price of a ticket to New York on a letter of credit that would
be presented by his ward, Cabot Grant.
"What does it mean?" asked Cabot in bewilderment, as he finished reading
this surprising order.
"I've no idea," replied the manager dryly. "I only know that we are
bound to follow those instructions, and can let you have but forty
dollars, which is the price of a first-class ticket to New York by
steamer. Moreover, as this is sailing day, and the New York steamer
leaves in a couple of hours, I would advise you to engage passage and go
on board at once, if you do not want to be indefinitely detained here."
"In what way?"
"Possibly by the sheriff, who has wanted you for some time in connection
with a certain French Shore lobster case that the government is
prosecuting."
Perplexed and indignant as he was, Cabot realised that only in New York
could his tangled affairs be straightened out, and that the quicker he
got there the better. Determined, however, to make one more effort in
behalf of his friend, he produced the missionary's draft and asked if the
manager would cash it.
"Certainly not," replied that individual promptly. "Under present
circumstances, Mr. Grant, we must decline to have any business dealings
with you other than to accept your receipt for forty dollars, which will
be paid you in the outer office."
So Cabot swallowed his pride, took what he could get, and left the bank a
little more downcast than he had been at any time since the day on which
President Hepburn had entrusted him with his present mission.
"I don't understand it at all," he muttered to himself, as he sought an
eating-house, where he proposed to expend a portion of his money in
satisfying his keen appetite. "Seems to me it is a mighty mean return
for all I have gone through, and Mr. Hepburn will have to explain matters
pretty clearly when I get back to New York."
From the eating-house Cabot sent a letter to White, explaining his
inability to secure the money he had expected, begging him to lie low for
a few days, and announcing his own immediate departure for New York, from
which place he promised to send back the amount of the draft immediately
upon his arrival. In this letter Cabot also enclosed fifteen dollars,
just to help White out until he could send him some more money. This
outlay left our young engineer but twenty-five dollars, but that would
pay for a steerage passage, which, he reflected, would be plenty good
enough for one in his reduced circumstances, and leave a few dollars for
emergencies when he reached New York.
Two hours later, still clutching the bag of specimens that now formed his
sole luggage, he stood on the forward deck of the steamer "Amazon" as she
slipped through the narrow passage leading out from the land-locked
harbour, gazing back at the city of St. Johns climbing its steep hillside
and dominated by the square towers of its Roman Catholic cathedral. He
was feeling very forlorn and lonely, and was wondering how he should
manage to exist on steerage fare in steerage company during the next five
days, when a familiar voice, close at hand, said:
"Hello, young man in furs! Where do you come from? Been to the North
Pole with Peary?"
Turning quickly, Cabot gasped out:
"Captain Phinney!"
"No, not cap'n, but second mate Phinney," retorted the other. "But how
do you know my name? I don't recognise you."
"I am Cabot Grant, who was with you on the 'Lavinia' when----"
"Good heavens, man! It can't be."
"It is, though, and I never was more glad to see any one, not even David
Gidge, than I am to see you at this minute. But why are you second mate
instead of captain?"
"Because," replied the other bitterly, "it was the only berth they would
give me after I lost my ship, and I had to take it or beg."
"But I thought you went down with the 'Lavinia'?"
"So I thought you did, but it seems both of us were mistaken. All but
you got off in two of the boats, and ours was picked up the next day by a
liner bound for New York. But how, in the name of all that is
wonderful-- Hold on, though. Let us go up to my room, where we can talk
comfortably."
As a result of this happy meeting, Cabot's voyage was made very pleasant
after all. Much as he had to tell and to hear, he also found time to
write out a full report on the Bell Island mine, and also a series of
notes concerning the ore specimens that he was carrying to New York.
At length the great city was reached, the "Amazon" was made fast to her
Brooklyn pier, and Cabot went to bid the second mate good-bye. "Hold on
a bit," said the latter, "and run up to the house with me. You can't go
without seeing Nelly and the baby."
"Nice calling rig I've got on, haven't I?" laughed Cabot. "Why, it would
scare 'em stiff. So not to-day, thank you; but I'll come to-morrow."
The carriage that Cabot engaged to carry him across to the city cost him
his last cent of money, but he knew it was well worth it when, still in
furs and with his snowshoes still strapped to his back, he entered the
Gotham building. Such a sensation did he create that he would have been
mobbed in another minute had he not dodged into an elevator and said:
"President's room, please."
He so petrified Mr. Hepburn's clerks and office boys by his remarkable
appearance that they neglected to check his progress, and allowed him to
walk unchallenged into the sacred private office. Its sole occupant was
writing, and did not notice the entrance until Cabot, laying a folded
paper on his desk, said:
"Here is that Bell Island report, Mr. Hepburn."
The startled man sprang to his feet with a face as pale as though he had
seen a ghost, and for a few moments stared in speechless amazement at the
fur-clad intruder. Then the light of recognition flashed into his eyes,
and holding out a cordial hand he said:
"My dear boy, how you frightened me! Where on earth did you come from?"
"From the steerage of the steamer 'Amazon,'" replied Cabot, stiffly,
ignoring his guardian's proffered hand. "I only dropped in to hand you
that Bell Island report, and to say that, as this happens to be my
twenty-first birthday, I shall be pleased to receive whatever of my
property you may still hold in trust at your earliest convenience. With
that business transacted, it is perhaps needless to add, that I shall
trouble no further the man who was cruel enough to leave me penniless
among strangers."
"Cabot, are you crazy, or what do you mean? I received your Bell Island
report months ago, and it was that caused me to recall you. Why did you
not come at once?"
"I never sent a Bell Island report. In fact I never wrote one until
yesterday, and there it lies. Nor did I ever receive any notice of
recall, and I did not come back sooner because I have been following your
instructions and wintering in Labrador. There I have acquired one of the
most remarkable iron properties in the world, which I intend to develop
as far as possible with my own resources, seeing that not one cent of
your money has been used in defraying the expenses of my recent trip,"
replied Cabot, hotly.
But Mr. Hepburn did not hear the last of this speech, for he had opened
the report laid on his desk and was glancing rapidly through it.
"This is exactly what I expected and wanted!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't
you send it in before, instead of that other one?"
"I never sent any other," repeated Cabot, and then they sat down to
mutual explanations.
For that whole morning President Hepburn denied himself to all callers
and devoted his entire attention to Cabot's recital. When it was
finished, and when the bag full of specimens had been examined, the elder
man grasped the other's hand and said:
"My dear boy, you have done splendidly! I am not only satisfied with you
as an agent, but am proud of you as a ward. Yes, this is your day of
freedom from our guardianship, and I shall take pleasure in turning over
to you the balance of the property left by your father. It, together
with the balance remaining on your letter of credit, and your salary for
the past year, will amount to about ten thousand dollars, a portion of
which at least I would advise you to invest in the Man-wolf mine."
[Illustration: "My dear boy, you have done splendidly!"]
"Then you intend to develop it, sir?" cried Cabot.
"Certainly, provided we can acquire your claim to the property, and
engage a certain Mr. Cabot Grant to act as our assistant Labrador
manager."
"Do you think me capable of filling so responsible a position, sir?"
"I am convinced of it," replied Mr. Hepburn, smiling.
"And may I find places for White, and David Gidge, and Captain Phinney,
and----"
"One of the duties of your new position will be the selection of your
subordinates," interrupted the other, "and I should hope you would give
preference to those whose fidelity you have already tested."
Within an hour after this happy conclusion of the interview, Cabot had
wired White Baldwin the full amount of the missionary's draft and invited
him to come as quickly as possible to New York. He had also written to
Captain Phinney asking him to resign at once his position as second mate,
in order that he might assume command of a steamer shortly to be put on a
run between New York and Labrador.
With these pleasant duties performed, our young engineer prepared to
accept President Hepburn's invitation to a dinner that was to be given in
his honour, and with which the happiest day of his life was to be
concluded.
THE END.