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George Tresslyn, but he didn't like that way of earning it any more than I did. Rather strange, too, when you stop to think how badly he needs money and how low he's been getting these past few months. Poor chap, he—" "Now, Wade, you are guessing," interrupted Braden, with a sinking heart. "You have no right to surmise—" "Beg pardon, sir; I was only putting two and two together. I'm sorry.
Tresslyn, otherwise speechless. "If I had a son I'd be with him day and night at—" "The telephone was out of order," began Mrs. Tresslyn before she could produce the power to check the impulse to justify herself in the eyes of this brazen tormentor. "Indeed?" said Lutie politely. "My son shall never marry you," repeated the other, helplessly.
I am sure you and Anne will be very happy in your cosy little five-room flat, and that she will be a great help to you. You may even attain to quite a fashionable practice,—or clientele, which is it?—through the Tresslyn position in the city.
"He'll let us know." "Be patient, my dear," said Mrs. Tresslyn, wiping a fine moisture from her upper lip, where it had appeared with Anne's astounding observation. "You will not have to wait much longer. Be—" Anne faced her, an unmistakable sneer on her lips. "I'm used to waiting," she said huskily. "She has waited a year and more," said George aggressively, glowering at his mother.
I have lived comfortably on the income. A few years ago I sold George to you for that amount. Well, I'll buy him back from you to-morrow." "Buy my son from me?" gasped Mrs. Tresslyn. "You made it a business proposition three years ago, so I'll do the same now. I want to be fair and square with you.
"He must be found, Simmy," she said imperatively. "Find him and bring him here to me. This is his home. I want him here." The two men went out again, half an hour later, to scour the town for George Tresslyn. They were forced to use every argument at their command to convince her that it would be highly improper, in more ways than one, to bring the sick man to her apartment.
He had never seen George's wife in anything but a blithe, confident mood; she was an unbeaten little warrior who kept her colours flying in the face of a despot called Fate. In fact, she was worthy of a better man than young Tresslyn, worthy of the steel of a nobler foe than his mother. He was eager to comfort her. "It is pretty fine of George, sending you these flowers every day.
Tresslyn felt, and honestly too, that her own assurances that Anne loved him would be quite as satisfactory as if Anne were to utter them herself. It all came to the same thing, and she had an idea that she could manage the situation more ably than her daughter. And Mrs. Tresslyn was quite sure that it would come out all right in the end.
Of all the boys who came to the Tresslyn house, young Braden Thorpe was the heir with the most potent possibility. He did not know it then, but now he knew that on the occasion of his smashing a magnificent porcelain vase the forgiving kiss that Mrs. Tresslyn bestowed upon his flaming cheek was not due to pity but to farsightedness.
"Well," began Lutie slowly, a bright spot in each cheek, "all I have to say is that he will be extremely unfair to your grandchildren, Mrs. Tresslyn, if he doesn't." A ground-floor window in an apartment building in Madison Avenue, north of Fifty-ninth street, displayed in calm black lettering the name "Dr.
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