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He could not go to bed anyway until Atkins returned and he did not want to. He sat down in a chair and idly picked up one of a pile of newspapers lying in the corner. They were the New York and Boston papers which the grocery boy had brought over from Eastboro, with the mail, the previous day.
Joshua, Seth's old horse, picketted to a post in the back yard and grazing, or trying to graze, on the stubby beach grass, was the only living exhibit. But the sounds continued and grew louder. "Aa-ow-ooo! Ow-oo-ow-ooo!" Over the rise of a dune, a hundred yards off, where the road to Eastboro village dipped towards a swampy hollow, appeared a horse's head and the top of a covered wagon.
"I repeat," he said, "'What's the matter with John Brown? And echo answers, 'He's all right! I am a candidate for the position of assistant keeper at Eastboro Twin-Lights." "Me." "But but aw, go on! You're foolin'." "Not a fool. I mean it. I am here. I'm green, but in the sunshine of your experience I agree to ripen rapidly. I can wash dishes you've seen me.
"'So it come true, did it? says I. "'Um-hm, says she, bouncin' her head again. 'Inside of four year I traveled 'way over to South Eastboro 'most twelve mile to my Uncle Issy's fun'ral, and there I found that he'd left me nine hundred dollars for my very own. And down I flops on the parlor sofy and says I: "There! don't talk superstition to ME no more!
As his hands touched the gunwale a new idea came to him. He had intended walking the rest of the way to Eastboro, routing out the liveryman and hiring a horse and buggy with which to reach the Lights. Now he believed chance had offered him an easier and more direct method of travel.
The three days' storm had soaked everything, and the clay-bottomed puddles were near kin to quicksands. As the lighthouse wagon descended the long slope at the southern end of the village and began the circle of the inner extremity of Eastboro Back Harbor, Seth realized that his journey was to be a hard one.
Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he strode out of the house and walked briskly across to the buggy. "Good morning, ladies," he said, removing the new cap which Seth had recently purchased for him in Eastboro. "Mr. Stover tells me you wish to be shown the lights." The plump woman answered. "Yes," she said, briskly, "we do. Are you a new keeper? Where's Mr. Atkins?" "Mr.
He give me to understand that you expected him, 'twas all settled and that was why he'd come to Eastboro. That's what he told me this afternoon on the depot platform." Mrs. Bascom again sprang up. "Set down!" commanded Seth. "I won't." "Yes, you will. Set down." And she did. "Seth," she cried, "did he did Bennie tell you that? Did he? Why, I never heard such a I never!
The lightkeeper experimented with no more dogs, but he had evidently not forgotten the lifesaving man's warning concerning possible thieves, for he purchased a big spring-lock in Eastboro and attached it to the door of the boathouse on the little wharf.
After some skillful detective work, he learned of the Eastboro engagement and wrote the letter a piteous, appealing letter, full of brotherly love and homesickness which, held back by the storm, reached Mrs. Bascom only that morning. In it he stated that he was on his way to her and was counting the minutes until they should be together once more.
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