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The conversation, borne by the gusts, came to Galusha's ears clearly and distinctly. One of the speakers seemed to be explaining, urging, the other peremptorily refusing to listen. "But, Cap'n Jeth," urged the first voice, and Mr. Bangs recognized it as belonging to his obliging guide and pilot of the fateful Friday evening, Mr. Horatio Pulcifer. "But, Cap'n Jeth," said Mr.
And he was Lulie's father, and not well, not quite his old self mentally or physically. Perhaps she should make allowances. "Well, all right, Cap'n Jeth," she said. "It wasn't what you said so much as it was how you said it. Now will you tell me why you're so dreadfully anxious to know how I got that five thousand dollars I deposited over to the bank yesterday?"
There was a little business matter the cap'n and I were talkin' about." Galusha hastened to say that he himself had been on the point of going to his own room really he was. Miss Martha asked if he was sure. "You needn't go on our account," she protested. "We can talk in the dinin' room just as well as not, can't we Cap'n Jeth?" The captain bowed his head.
"Waiting is a pretty slow game," he said. "I wonder, if I pretended to fall in love with Marietta Hoag, if those Chinese spooks of hers would send word to Cap'n Jeth that I was really a fairly decent citizen. Courting Marietta would be hard medicine to take, but if it worked a cure we might try it. What do you think?" "I should be afraid that the remedy might be worse than the disease.
Primmie, however, had more to say. "Why, Zach Bloomer," she declared, "you know that wan't only part of what you and me was sayin'. That wan't what I wanted to ask Mr. Bangs. YOU said if 'twas money matters or business Miss Martha went to see Cap'n Jeth about you cal'lated the cap'n would be cruisin' up to Boston to see a medium pretty soon." "The old man's Speritu'list," exclaimed Zach.
Then she said: "Cap'n Jeth, if I do ask 'em that, will you promise not to tell a soul a word about my sellin' my stock, or about the money, or anything of the kind? Will you promise that?" The light keeper nodded. "Sartin sure," he said. "I'll promise you, Martha." "All right, I'll ask, but you mustn't count on anything comin' from it." The captain's brows drew together.
It looked very much as if that assumption so far as it entailed the permanent shifting of prejudice from Nelson Howard to himself had been effort wasted. Captain Jeth pulled at his beard and seemed to be dreaming.
She opened a door. "Here you be," she said, tartly. "And I hope you'll sleep 'cause I'm precious sure I sha'n't. All I'll see from now till mornin' is Cap'n Jeth gettin' ready to lam that Marietta Hoag one over the top of the head. My Lord of Isrul! Don't talk to ME!" Cabot regarded her with interest. "What is YOUR name?" he inquired. "Primrose Cash." "Eh? Primrose?" "Um-hm.
Galusha, surprised by the direct question, started, colored, and guiltily admitted the correctness of her supposition. "I I haven't," he faltered. "Dear me, no. In fact I ah doubt if I am capable of doing such a thing." "Well, never mind, you don't have to. What it amounted to was that the Eagle folks had twelve hundred shares and Raish and Jeth and father had eleven hundred and fifty together.
I've tried to be careful, but you can't always tell. If you want advice, he said, 'go to Jethro Hallett. Jeth's a shrewd business man. Ah, well, he didn't know that the spirits were goin' to run Cap'n Jeth. About the last words he said to me, father, I mean, was, 'Martha, hang on to the old place if you can. I hate to think of your sellin' it. Of course I told him I never should sell it."
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