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The touch, the resentment, began their work from that moment. As Cynthia's shudder at Crothers' touch in the past had fanned the evil passions of the man, so her recoil now drew Treadwell's attention to the fact that she was not a child but a woman; a woman who recognized him as man! The thought thrilled and interested him.
The note was dated twenty years back. Had it been produced at the time of Mr. Treadwell's death, it would not have been difficult to collect, and would have meant to his survivors the difference between poverty and financial independence. Now it was barred by the lapse of time. Miss Laura was waiting in eager expectation.
"And is there" the drawling sweetness of Cynthia's voice was moving Treadwell dangerously "is there something young and pretty and mighty bright, too?" "Yes." Treadwell's laugh was gone. "A girl I reckon?" "Yes, a girl just girl enough, you know, to keep him like well like other fellows." "Oh!" Cynthia smiled, but her eyes grew as gray as the day; the blue faded from them.
Neither, however, was a knockout blow. Dave took plenty of time, within his rights, about leaping to his feet, and in each instance got away from Treadwell's leaping assault. Just after the second knock-down, time was called for the end of the round. Farley, too, was full of loyalty for his friend and fellow-classman, but he did not allow this to blind his judgment.
At this point Sue was to see the pretend tramp, who, of course, was only Mr. Treadwell dressed up in old clothes. Everything went off very well. Along through the meadow walked the actor tramp, and then, when Sue and Bunny called for "Snap," out rushed Splash. "Grab him!" cried Bunny, and his dog caught hold of the loose piece of cloth sewed to Mr. Treadwell's coat.
Treadwell's plaintive minor note had soothed and satisfied Colonel French in this emotional Indian Summer which marked his reaction from a long and arduous business career. Eleven In addition to a pronounced attractiveness of form and feature, Miss Graciella Treadwell possessed a fine complexion, a clear eye, and an elastic spirit.
What did Cyrus Treadwell's stinginess matter when his only relation to life consisted in his being the uncle of Oliver? It was as if a single shape moved alive through a universe peopled with shadows. Only a borrowed radiance attached itself now to the persons and objects that had illumined the world for her yesterday.
"I haven't given up the fight," muttered Dave, "But, of course, I've known from the start that Treadwell is a pretty big fighter for one of my weight." The fighters were being called for the second round. In this Dave received considerable punishment, though he landed three or four times on Treadwell's body. Then twice in succession the champion of the third class was knocked down.
"Mrs. Treadwell's nephew Michael from next door says he's got a message for you, and you can say if you'll see him. Or not." This was spoken snappishly, as though a coolness were afoot. The man replied with mock amiability, meant to irritate. "You can send him in here, Juliar. You're open to."
Levi was deeply touched by all he heard, and when things puzzled him he gruffly insisted that he needed a walk to calm his nerves, and always it was the little doctor who straightened the tangle. "Miss Interpreter," Markham dubbed her, and through her he became acquainted with Smith Crothers and Crothers' mark upon recent occurrences. Of course Levi knew of Lans Treadwell's visit to the hills.
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