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 of his mother 's nature , with some more subtle quality still , which had perhaps come to him from the grandmother he so strongly resembled . Moore had understood what a career was naturally before the child , and he had trained him in the technique of his art from the time the slight fingers could first grasp the bow . When nine-year-old Felix came to the Carmody manse , he had mastered as much of the science of the violin as nine out of ten musicians acquire in a lifetime ; and he brought with him his father 's violin ; it was all Martin Moore had to leave his son -- but it was an Amati , the commercial value of which nobody in Carmody suspected . Mr. Leonard had taken possession of it and Felix had never seen it since . He cried himself to sleep many a night for the loss of it . Mr. Leonard did not know this , and if Janet Andrews suspected it she held her tongue -- an art in which she excelled . She `` saw no harm in a fiddle , '' herself , and thought Mr. Leonard absurdly strict in the matter , though it would not have been well for the luckless outsider who might have ventured to say as much to her . She had connived at Felix 's visits to old Abel Blair , squaring the matter with her Presbyterian conscience by some peculiar process known only to herself .
When Janet heard of the promise which Mr. Leonard had exacted from Felix she seethed XXXXX indignation ; and , though she `` knew her place '' better than to say anything to Mr. Leonard about it , she made her disapproval so plainly manifest in her bearing that the stern , gentle old man found the atmosphere of his hitherto peaceful manse unpleasantly chill and hostile for a time .
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