He knew that the violinist 's past life had not been such as became a suitor for Margaret Leonard ; and his insight into character warned him that Martin Moore could never make any woman lastingly happy . Margaret Leonard did not believe this . She married Martin Moore and lived one year in paradise . Perhaps that atoned for the three bitter years which followed -- that , and her child . At all events , she died as she had lived , loyal and uncomplaining . She died alone , for her husband was away on a concert tour , and her illness was so brief that her father had not time to reach her before the end . Her body was taken home to be buried beside her mother in the little Carmody churchyard . Mr. Leonard wished to take the child , but Martin Moore refused to give him up . Six years later Moore , too , died , and at last Mr. Leonard had his heart 's desire -- the possession of Margaret 's son . The grandfather awaited the child 's coming with mingled feelings . His heart yearned for him , yet he dreaded to meet a second edition of Martin Moore . Suppose Margaret 's son resembled his handsome vagabond of a father ! Or , worse still , suppose he were cursed with his father 's lack of principle , his instability , his Bohemian instincts . Thus Mr. Leonard tortured himself wretchedly before the coming of Felix . The child did not look like either father or mother . Instead , Mr. Leonard found himself looking into a face which he had put away under the grasses thirty years before -- the face of his girl bride , who had died at Margaret 's birth . Here again were her lustrous gray-black eyes , her ivory outlines , her fine-traced arch of brow ; and here , looking out of those eyes , seemed her very spirit again . From that moment the soul of the old man was knit to the soul of the child , and they loved each other with a love surpassing that of women . Felix 's only inheritance from his father was his love of music . But the child had genius , where his father had possessed only talent .
To Martin Moore 's outward mastery of the violin was added the mystery and intensity XXXXX his mother 's nature , with some more subtle quality still , which had perhaps come to him from the grandmother he so strongly resembled .
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