He got mopy and melancholy , and could n't or would n't work . And one day , when Leslie was fourteen years of age , he hanged himself -- and in the parlor , too , mind you , Anne , right in the middle of the parlor from the lamp hook in the ceiling . Was n't that like a man ? It was the anniversary of his wedding day , too . Nice , tasty time to pick for it , was n't it ? And , of course , that poor Leslie had to be the one to find him . She went into the parlor that morning , singing , with some fresh flowers for the vases , and there she saw her father hanging from the ceiling , his face as black as a coal . It was something awful , believe ME ! '' `` Oh , how horrible ! '' said Anne , shuddering . `` The poor , poor child ! '' `` Leslie did n't cry at her father 's funeral any more then she had cried at Kenneth 's . Rose whooped and howled for two , however , and Leslie had all she could do trying to calm and comfort her mother . I was disgusted with Rose and so was everyone else , but Leslie never got out of patience . She loved her mother . Leslie is clannish -- her own could never do wrong in her eyes . Well , they buried Frank West beside Kenneth , and Rose put up a great big monument to him . It was bigger than his character , believe ME ! Anyhow , it was bigger than Rose could afford , for the farm was mortgaged for more than its value . But not long after Leslie 's old grandmother West died and she left Leslie a little money -- enough to give her a year at Queen 's Academy .
Leslie had made up her mind to pass for a teacher if she could , and then earn enough to XXXXX herself through Redmond College .
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