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When at last all was finished, the car was waiting before the office to carry them back to Creekdale. "I am going with you," Mr. Westcote remarked as he took his seat by David's side. "I want to see that you get safely home. And besides," he added, "I wish to learn how the work is getting along up there. I have just been telephoning to Mr. Randall, and his report is most encouraging."
In every one she told of her longing for the spring that she might return to Creekdale. When Jasper left the Haven he noticed how the weather had changed. The brightness of the day had passed and the sky was a mackerel grey. The wind, drifting in from the northeast, hummed a weird prelude to the coming storm upon the telephone wires stretched along the road.
His eyes kindled with animation and his pulse quickened as he considered the message he had just received and meditated upon the possibilities of the future. Never in the memory of the oldest inhabitant had Creekdale been so greatly excited. How the news first arrived no one could tell.
"Since you told me about that letter and Betty's fright I have been doing some serious thinking. You say that Sydney Bramshaw has left Creekdale?" "Yes. He cleared out, tent and baggage." "Have you any idea where he is?" "No. But I am afraid he is far away by this time." "Well, he isn't. He's in the city now." "In the city!" Lois repeated in surprise. "Yes.
Several times he was tempted to drive to the city when new supplies were needed instead of ordering them over the telephone from Creekdale. He longed to see Lois, even for a few minutes. Such a visit, no matter how brief, would be an inspiration to him in his arduous work. But he had always resisted the temptation, however, and had remained firmly at his post.
"We shall miss you very much in the meantime." "I hope to do so, and it will be something to look forward to. But you will surely come to see us when you visit the city. I shall be so anxious to hear all the news from Creekdale." "Nothing would give me greater pleasure," Jasper replied. "But I do not expect to leave the woods before spring.
"Where are we, anyway? I thought you were bringing me home." "So I am," Mr. Westcote laughingly replied. "We are at Creekdale now. This is the work of your beloved falls. Are you satisfied?" "Oh!" It was all that the old man could say. He leaned back in his seat and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. It was quite evident that he was strongly moved by what he saw.
If that girl Betty will come, she will be just the person." They had paused now and were standing at the entrance of the lane leading up to the Peterson's house. It was a most beautiful spot, with tall trees lining both sides of the drive-way. They were on a gentle elevation with the village of Creekdale on their left but a few rods away.
Now if we could only unearth some one who knows that Sydney Bramshaw is in reality Melburne Telford then our case is complete." "I believe I know the right man," Lois remarked in a low voice. "He is living at Creekdale, and if you will take me there at once we can have a talk with him. I know he will assist us all he can, and we can depend upon what he says." "We shall go at once," Mr.
The village of Creekdale was about two miles away, and there he hoped to find a house suitable for David. The only man he knew in the place was the storekeeper, and from him he believed that he could secure some information, and at the same time get his cheque cashed. It was a beautiful afternoon, and his heart was lighter than it had been for many a day.
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