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Then he remembered little Bug, who had declared once that "Don Fonnybone was dood for twoubleness." "I can't take this to Fenneben," he mused, as he read Joshua Wream's letter for the tenth time. "Nor can I go to Saxon. He's never sure of himself and when he's drunk, he reverses himself and turns against his best friends. And who am I to turn to a man like Bond Saxon for my confidences?"
Fenneben," Burleigh said, and his voice was deep and sweetly resonant. "If I keep the money in charge I may not be proof against the temptation to use it for myself. As strong as my strong arms are my hates and loves, and for some reasons I would do almost anything to gain riches. I might not resist the tempter." Lloyd Fenneben's black eyes blazed at the words.
The woman stood in the light now, a tragic figure of sorrow. And she was not yet forty. Dr. Fenneben caught his breath and the light seemed to go out before him. "Marian, oh, Marian! After all these years, do I find you here? They said you were dead." He caught her in his arms and held her close to his breast.
Again it was repeated, swelling along the ridge and floating wide away over the Walnut Valley. Nor was there a climax of exuberance until the appearance of Dr. Lloyd Fenneben himself, with his tall figure and striking presence outlined against the gray stone columns of the veranda.
But the face looking out of that frame made him turn almost as cold and limp as Fenneben had been when he was dragged from the river. Catching the little one by the hand he hurried away. At the gateway he lifted Bug in his arms. He was not yet at ease with children. "I dropped my ball," Bug said. "Let me det it." "Oh, no; I'll get you another one. Don't go back," Burgess urged.
IT was mid-December before Lloyd Fenneben saw Lagonda Ledge again. In the murderous attempt upon his life, he had been hurled, head-downward, upon the hidden rock-ledge with such force that even his strong nervous system could barely overcome the shock. Hours of unconsciousness were followed by a raging brain fever, and paralysis, insanity, and death strove together against him.
With no effort to conceal matters, except the fact that the trust funds had first belonged to his own sister and brother-in-law, he explained to Fenneben the line of events connecting him with Victor Burleigh. "And, Dr. Fenneben, I must speak of a matter I have never touched upon with you before. It was agreed between Dr. Wream and myself that I should become his nephew by marriage.
I shall take up her case soon." "She is gone away and nobody knows where, Saxon tells me," Burgess said. "For many reasons I wish we could find her, but she has dropped out of sight." Lloyd Fenneben wondered at the sorrowful expression on the younger man's face when he said this. As he left the study Victor Burleigh came in. "Sit down, Burleigh. What can I do for you?" Fenneben asked.
Fenneben was hesitating a little now. "A year hence will be time enough for that." "Most gladly," Elinor assured him. "Then that's all for my brother's sake. Now for mine, Norrie, or for yours, rather, if my little girl has her mind all set about things after school days, I hope she will not be a flirt. Sometimes the words and acts cut deeper into other lives than we ever dream.
A note was left warning me not to follow nor try to find out who had done the stealing, but I thought I knew anyhow. That's why I killed that bull snake the first day I came to Sunrise and that's why I must have looked like a bulldog to you, soft-sheltered Cambridge folks. Life has been mostly a fist fight for me, but Dr. Fenneben has taught me that there are other powers beside physical strength.
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