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Treadwell's delusion, this appeared so fresh a view of Cyrus's character, that it caught his interest even in the midst of his own absorbing perplexities. Until he saw Susan's head shake ominously over her mother's shoulder, it did not occur to him that his aunt, whom he supposed to be without imagination, had created this consoling belief out of her own mental vacancy.

Treadwell's face grew serious. He recalled his hour of confession in Sandy's study and felt an honest glow of appreciation. "When I was a right little girl," Cynthia went on, "I lived up at Stoneledge with Aunt Ann; she was my real aunt. I had a mighty queer life for a little girl and I reckon I would have fared mighty bad if I hadn't had a secret life!" "You bad child!"

Treadwell's last days could be spent in comfort and Miss Laura saved from any fear for her future, and enabled to give more freely to the poor and needy. Barclay Fetters recovered the use of one eye, and embittered against the whole Negro race by his disfigurement, went into public life and devoted his talents and his education to their debasement.

She was in better condition, physically, than she had been for many a day when, one golden winter afternoon, she stood in Olive Treadwell's drawing-room in Boston and waited for Cynthia. Mrs. Treadwell was out, but the "young lady," the maid said, was in. "How very fortunate," thought Matilda and then took her rigid stand across the room.

Conners and Brayton were Treadwell's seconds. Since it is not considered fair to have the referee or time-keeper from either class represented in a fight, Edgerton and Wheeler, of the second class, were referee and time-keeper respectively. All of the young men were early at the usual fighting ground.

Something that some one she could not remember who or where taught her, warned her that it was not right for her to leave Trouble Neck that evening. "But why?" asked the great longing, "why?" "You are Lans Treadwell's wife; his wife!" At this Cynthia laughed outright.

Treadwell's shoulders, and marched across the stage that way, while the audience clapped and Bunny and Sue stared with wide-opened eyes. "I I didn't know my dog could do that trick!" cried Bunny. "I taught it to him for a surprise," said the actor. "Hi, Splash! Come on and have another dance with me!" And the dog walked across the stage again on his hind legs.

And that night, on the paper of a quiet little hotel, Matilda wrote a brief note to Lost Hollow. She addressed it to Levi. I'm going to stay on a spell. I never felt better in my life. It was the thinking that life didn't need me any more, that was running me down. It's awful foolish for old folks to let go of things. By the way, I called at Olive Treadwell's to-day and saw Lans's wife.

Two or three body blows Dave succeeded in parrying so that they glanced, doing him little harm. Then there came an almost crunching sound. Treadwell's right fist had landed, almost dazing the youngster with its weight against his nose. There was a swift, free rush of the red. Darrin had yielded up "first blood" in the fight.

While he stood by Crothers he saw, in fancy, a noble home arise above the trees on the old Hertford place. He saw his Aunt Olive no! it was not his Aunt Olive that he saw; it was Treadwell's breath came fast it was Cynthia Walden who stood at the door of the uprisen house of the Hertfords and smiled her radiant smile of welcome to him!