British Columbia -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Lumber trade -- Fiction
It seemed to him in the beginning to be incongruous that his wife's
greatest, almost her only intimate, should be the frivolous daughter
of a man who, next to Grove Norquay, was chiefly responsible for the
evil days upon which the Norquay family had fallen. But because his
faith in his wife's judgment was a vital thing, he let that pass. If
at first glance it seemed incomprehensible it was an accomplished
fact. Isabel lived in his house as much as she did her own. She
seemed absolute mistress of her comings and goings. If she had once
had no mark to shoot at save dress and parties and men, she did not
seem to care greatly now whether she danced and played and flirted.
Yet she seldom uttered a serious thought. She remained a charming
irresponsible, given to slang and cigarettes. She descended upon
them in town, at the Euclataws, whether they were at Hawk's Nest or
in the logging camp on Valdez, when the mood took her. She was
always welcome. Isabel was a gloom-dispeller. Rod used to wonder at
first if she did not come chiefly for the joy she got in devilling
the life out of Andy Hall. But presently he found himself with a
sneaking fondness for Isabel and her quaint pertness. And when he
reached that stage and admitted it, Mary laughed.
"Isabel's a jewel, Rod. She's sound and sweet and true as steel.
She's been pampered and petted all her life. Yet it hasn't spoiled
her in any of the various ways in which that sort of thing does spoil
girls. She sticks to us because she says we're about the only real
people she knows. That tiny blonde head contains some very sound
wisdom. She hasn't many illusions left, and still she hasn't got
cynical or hard and calculating. Laska made a hash of her life and
has reacted accordingly. Their mother's hopelessly society-mad. Her
idea of heaven is to be presented at Court sometime. Bob drinks like
a fish and goes on the loose just as Grove used to do. Her father
knows only the money game and plays that to the exclusion of
everything else. The poor kid's only chance in the world, she says
herself, is to find and marry a man who can stand on his own feet."
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