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Captain Jeth Hallett told Galusha the truth and his statement was merely a confirmation of Martha Phipps'. "Raish is hotfoot after that stock of mine," growled the light keeper. "He's 'round to see me every day or two. Don't hint any more neither; comes right out and bids for it. He's got to as high as nineteen a share now. And he'd go higher, too.
I must try now and reconsider the considering. Dear me, how involved I am getting! Never mind, we are going to win yet. Oh, I am sure of it." The distractions to which he referred were, of course, the recent and mysterious machinations of Raish Pulcifer. And he was to be again distracted that very afternoon.
What ah what was it?" Before Raish could have repeated his real estate sermon, even had he so desired, the car came to the top of a hill, emerged from the clumps of pines shutting in the road on both sides, and began to descend a long slope. And through the fog and blackness at the foot of the slope there shone dimly first one and then several lights. Mr.
Pulcifer would have used in describing it. It was not the face of a peddler, the ordinary kind of peddler, certainly and the mild brown eyes, eyes a trifle nearsighted, behind the round, gold-rimmed spectacles, were not those of a sharp trader seeking a victim. Also Raish saw that he had made a mistake in addressing this individual as "young feller."
I wonder what he, or Raish Pulcifer either, would say if they knew I HAD sold already, and for as much as father paid, too. Oh, I wonder if Raish has been to see Cap'n Jeth yet. He won't buy HIS shares for any eight dollars a piece, he can be sure of that." Galusha nodded; he was sure of it, too. "But," said Martha, ending the conversation for the time, "why do you suppose Raish is buyin' at all?
As a matter of fact, the conviction that Galusha Bangs was poverty-stricken was so thoroughly implanted in the Pulcifer mind that not even a succession of earthquakes like the recent disclosures could shake it loose. But Raish did not press the point, for at that moment a new thought came to him. His expression changed and his tone changed with it.
Another person might have found little encouragement in this, but Primmie apparently found a good deal. "You'll see a way, I'll bet you you will, Mr. Bangs," she declared. "Anybody that's been through the kind of times you have, livin' along with critters that steal the shirt off your back, ain't goin' to let a blowed-up gas balloon like Raish Pulcifer stump you. My savin' soul, no!" Mr.
Even the shallowest mind in that room and, as Miss Phipps had said, practically every "crank" within ten miles was present even the shallowest realized that something was impending, something ominous. "Do you mean to say," demanded Jethro Hallett, speaking very slowly, "that Julia's, my wife's spirit is tellin' me to sell my four hundred shares of Wellmouth Development stock to Raish Pulcifer?
Pulcifer had become the center of interest in East Wellmouth and its neighborhood. An important figure he always was, particularly in his own estimation, but now the spotlight of publicity which beat upon his ample figure had in its rays the blue tinge of mystery. The question which all Wellmouth was asking was that which Captain Jethro had asked Mr. Bangs: "What is Raish up to now?" And Mr.
His wife's a Spiritu'list." "But but, I mean Dear me, dear me!" Mr. Bangs was fumbling in the inside pocket of his coat. "If I Would you mind holding this for me?" he begged. "I have a photograph here and Oh, thank you very much." He handed Pulcifer a small pocket electric lamp. Raish held it and into its inch of light Mr.
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