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When Tredway was requested to deliver it that ancient servitor manifested so much interest in his errand that the blue eyes of his young mistress lingered on him a moment in surprise. "I am under very great obligations to Mr. Dunlop," he said. "I may say that I owe my life to him?" "You, too!" laughed the girl. "Why it was only the other day that he rescued a strange child from the wild waves."
Take me home now to-night." Austen glanced at Dr. Tredway. "It is best," said the doctor; "we will take him home to-night." They took him home, in the stateroom of the sleeper attached to the night express from the south, although Mr. Flint, by telephone, had put a special train at his disposal.
Flint, "Why didn't you tell me? How do you know?" Victoria related how she had found Hilary coming away from Fairview, and what she had done, and the word Dr. Tredway had sent. "Good God!" cried Mr. Flint, "he won't be able to go to the convention!" And he rose and pressed the electric button. "Towers," he said, when the butler appeared, "is Mr. Freeman still in my room?
But he came of a stock which had for generations thrust its roots into the crevices of granite, and was not easily killed by steam-engines. Austen Vane called twice, and then made an arrangement with young Dr. Meader as soon as he was able to sustain a conversation. Dr. Tredway, by the way, was a bachelor, and had been Austen's companion on many a boisterous expedition.
Tredway was the man so he told Mr. Tredway; Mr. Gates of Brampton was the man so he assured Mr. Gates. Mr. Henderson had no desire to meddle in politics; his life was a happy and a full one. But was it not Mr. Henderson's duty? Cincinnatus left the plough, and Mr. Henderson should leave the ledger at the call of his countrymen. Mr. Mr.
This rigorous representative of his class took the message delivered to him, and stood for a moment hesitatingly in the doorway. "Your people are quite well, I hope, Tredway," said Allan. "Yes, sir, thank you. Quite well, with the exception of Miss Rose. She is looking badly." "I am very sorry.
Tredway had given him, the New York physician understood the case; one common enough in his practice in a great city where the fittest survive sometimes only to succumb to unexpected and irreparable blows in the evening of life. On his return from seeing Dr. Harmon off Austen was met on the porch by Dr. Tredway.
Hilary Vane's lips trembled, and another expression came into his eyes. "Rode down to look at the scrap-heap, did he?" Austen strove to conceal his surprise at his father's words and change of manner. "Tredway saw him," he said. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Flint doesn't feel that way, Judge. He has taken your illness very much to heart, I know, and he left some fruit and flowers for you."
Sarah Austen had been a young, elfish thing when he married her, a dryad, the elderly and learned Mrs. Tredway had called her. Mr Vane had understood her about as well as he would have understood Mary, Queen of Scots, if he had been married to that lady.
I met him on the way out there just before your friend the Englishman caught me. And unfortunately I have a case which I cannot neglect. But I can send word to him." "I know where Jenney's farm is," said Victoria; "I'll drive home that way." "Well," exclaimed Dr. Tredway, heartily, "that's good of you.
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