For the Allinson Honor

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For the Allinson Honor by Harold Bindloss

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The Allinsons an old and respected business firm in England have undertaken to develop a Canadian mine. Andrew Allinson, the youngest member of the family is sent out to Canada as its representative. He knows little of the business affairs of the house, for, since his father's death, they have been largely controlled by his brother-in-law, but when he is once arrived on the scene, he learns quickly enough that there has been crookedness somewhere in the previous management. He learns that the stockholders have been deluded, that they have put their money into a worthless proposition, and, for the Allinson honor, he tells the truth about it.

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struck me lately that I haven't done much anywhere else, except to catch salmon in Norway and shoot a few Canadian deer. Now there's Leonard, who's not an Allinson, making money for all of us and managing the firm."

"Leonard got money and the opportunity for making more from Allinson's."

"That's true, but it doesn't excuse me. I ought to be a power in the firm, and I don't suppose I could even keep one of its books properly."

He walked on in silence for the next minute or two and his companion watched him with interest. His brows were knit, his brown face looked strong as well as thoughtful, and Ethel did not agree with his relatives, who thought him a bit of a fool. She was inclined to believe that Leonard had spread that impression and the others had adopted it without consideration. Andrew had been idle, but that was his worst fault, and he might change. There was, however, nothing significant in his taking her into his confidence; he had often done so, though she realized with half r

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