United States or United Kingdom ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The weather was still beautiful and mild, even more so than during the previous month, but East Wellmouth's roads and lanes were no longer crowded. The village entered upon its intermediate season, that autumn period of quiet and restful beauty, which those who know and love the Cape consider most delightful of the year. Galusha enjoyed its beauties hugely.
When I was her age folks used to tell me I had real wonderful hair. You remember that, don't you, Mr. Hammond?" Mr. Hammond chuckled. "I remember lots of things," he observed diplomatically. "You think she's pretty, don't you, Mr. Daniels?" persisted Miss Timpson. East Wellmouth's legal light bowed assent. "A ahem a very striking young lady," he said with dignity.
Wellmouth's a fairly prosperous town, and the paupers had died, one after the other, and no new ones had come, until all there was left in the poorhouse was old Betsy Mullen, who was down with creeping palsy, and Deborah Badger, who'd been keeper ever since her husband died.
He loved that sort of thing; to be the possessor of "inside information," however slight, or even to be popularly supposed to possess it, had hitherto been the meat upon which this, Wellmouth's, Caesar, fed and grew great. But Raish was not enjoying this particular meal.
I tell you what you done, Mister; you walked right past that crossroad Nelse told you to turn in at. THAT would have fetched you to the Centre. Instead of doin' it you kept on as you was goin' and here you be 'way out in the fag-end of nothin'. The Centre's three mile astern and East Wellmouth's about two and a ha'f ahead. Haw, haw! that's a good one, ain't it!"
By cripes, a feller can't as much as take a five cent cigar out of his pocket without all hands tryin' to make a a molehill out of it. Forget it, I tell you!" Mr. Fletcher was a simple soul, decidedly not one of East Wellmouth's intellectual aristocracy, but he was persistent.
Pulcifer was East Wellmouth's leading broker in real estate, in cranberry bog property, its leading promoter of deals of all kinds, its smartest trader. Ordinarily he did not stoop to the carrying of passengers for profit. But this particular passenger had been delivered into his hand and gasoline WAS expensive. "Jump right in, Mister," he said, blithely. "All aboard! Jump right in."
Wellmouth's been crazy over it all, but it happened a year ago and nobody that I know of has got the straight inside facts about it yet. Nate won't talk at all. Whenever you ask him he busts out swearin' and walks off. His wife's got such a temper that nobody dared ask her, except the minister. He tried it, and ain't been the same man since."
Daniels had quoted him as contemplating. Carpenters, painters and gardeners were at work daily. The Kendrick motor cars and the Kendrick servants were much in evidence along East Wellmouth's main road. What had been done by the great man and his employees and what would be done in the near future kept the gossips busy.
Raish took the cigar, which even the bump against the lamp door had failed to dislodge, from the corner of his mouth, snapped the ash from its end, and then asked a question of his own. "Hall?" he repeated. "Hall? Why, he don't live in Wellmouth. East Wellmouth's where he lives." "Dear me! Are you sure?" "Sure? Course I'm sure. Know him well." "Oh, dear me! Why, the man at the station told me "
Word Of The Day