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Updated: May 10, 2025
The day after David's arrival home the city papers devoted considerable space to the developments at the falls. They told about the mysterious company and the old man who had supplied the plans. They gave a most vivid account of the lighted way and the examples of the harnessed power at the Haven. They, like the people of Creekdale, could not understand why such a fuss should be made over David.
Gangs of men were at work along the lines, and Jasper was kept busy moving from place to place giving instructions and supervising everything. The entire responsibility rested upon him, and he wished to prove worthy of the trust. The afternoon when David and Betty were up the brook, Jasper remained closer than usual to Creekdale, where a number of men were working.
In a few weeks the whole place had been converted into a hive of bustling industry. It seemed as if a magic wand had been suddenly waved over the place to produce such an astonishing change. In addition to this there were men working between the city and Creekdale as well as along the road leading up-river, putting large poles in place for the electric wires.
We must send to the city for a nurse at once." "What about Miss Sinclair?" Jasper asked. "She should be told of her father's illness. I was planning to phone to her when we get hack to Creekdale. She could arrange for a nurse to come by train, and I could meet her at the station. This is Christmas Day and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get a nurse to come on go short a notice.
The people of Creekdale often talked about the Petersons, calling them stuck-up because they mingled but little in the social life of the place. "I have lived next door to them for nigh on to ten years," Mrs. Raymond once confided to a neighbour, "and only once have they been in my house.
He is a gentleman, and not like that uncouth man who committed that terrible crime at Creekdale." "But I don't believe he'll be here long, Ma," Sammie replied. "Why, what makes you think that?" "I guess he's leaving the city. He must have been at the office getting his ticket when I met him. No doubt he is going on this evening's train." "He is visiting some of the big cities, no doubt, Sammie.
It will be a fine thing for Creekdale as it will put so much money in circulation by giving employment to all available men during the winter when as a rule little is going on, so I understand." "Oh, won't that be nice," Betty exclaimed, while her eyes danced with animation. "My brother will be able to earn money right at home.
It was a common occurrence for people from the city to camp along the river during the summer months, and people did not wonder about this one among the trees. They all knew that Bramshaw was an artist of some note, and they felt rather pleased that he had come to Creekdale to obtain some pictures.
"You better carry the body to the Haven," he at length suggested in a voice as calm as possible. "I'm afraid I can't be of any more service." With that, he turned and walked rapidly away, leaving the men staring after him with suspicious, wondering eyes. Never in the entire history of Creekdale had there been such intense excitement as when word was received of the murder of old David.
She would have to come on the suburban this evening, though, as that will be the only train she would be able to get." "Do the best you can," the doctor replied. "I shall stay here to-day. It would not do for me to leave now until some one comes to help Mrs. Bean." The sun was just rising above the far-off horizon as Jasper rode into Creekdale.
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