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Updated: September 24, 2025
How could he summon the courage to descend to the sitting room and tell her that she must prepare for another period of waiting, with almost certain disappointment at the end? A temperament like Galusha Bangs' is capable of soaring to the heights and descending to the depths. Just now the elevator was going down, and down it continued to go to the very subcellar.
You see?" she whispered. "He is getting back all the impatience and and strangeness that he had last fall. It is that dreadful spirit business. Oh, dear!" Galusha softly patted her shoulder. "I won't finish my story," he said, in a low tone. "It isn't necessary, because I can tell you the ah moral, so to speak, and that will do as well.
I'd like to keep on livin' in my own home. And I can't do that, Mr. Bangs. I can't do that, as things are now. I must either get some more money somehow, or sell this house, one or the other." Galusha leaned eagerly forward. He had been waiting for an excuse and now he believed he saw one. "Oh, Miss Phipps," he cried, "I I think I can arrange that. I do indeed.
"One to be taken now and another in the morning. Perhaps he had better stay in bed until I come, Martha. I'll be down after breakfast." "All right, doctor. Do you think he's had enough to eat?" "Enough for to-night, yes. Now, Mr. Bangs," turning to the still protesting Galusha, "you and I will go upstairs and see that you get to bed." "But, really, doctor, I "
These calls were not especially for the purpose of cultivating Captain Jethro's acquaintance, although the rugged, bigoted old light keeper afforded an interesting study in character. The captain's moods varied. Sometimes he talked freely and interestingly of his experiences at sea and as keeper of the light. His stories of wrecks and life-saving were well told and Galusha enjoyed them.
The rain poured upon the roof overhead and splashed against the panes of the two little windows beneath the eaves. Galusha Bangs, warm and dry for the first time in hours, sank comfortably to sleep. He woke early, at least he felt sure it was early until he looked at his watch. Then he discovered it was almost nine o'clock.
The shrewd old captain was so thoroughly delighted at having sold, and at the prophesied profit, his troublesome holdings in the Wellmouth Development Company, that his mood was neither combative nor inquisitive. Galusha did not tell Miss Phipps of his business deal with the light keeper.
"Always goes to one of them Speritu'list mediums for sailin' orders." "Now you let me tell it, Zach. Well, then I said I wondered if you wan't a kind of medium, Mr. Bangs. And Zach, he " Galusha interrupted this time. "I a medium!" he gasped. "Well, really, I ah oh, dear! Dear me!" "AIN'T you a kind of medium, Mr. Bangs?" "Certainly not."
Between the higher hills and over the tops of the lower ones Galusha caught glimpses of the sea. In the opposite direction lay a little cluster of roofs, with a church spire rising above them. He judged this to be East Wellmouth village.
Galusha Bangs watched its tail-light soar and dwindle until it disappeared over the crest. Then, with a weary sigh, he picked up the heavy suitcase, plodded across the road and on until he reached the step and platform of Erastus Beebe's "General and Variety Store." There was a kerosene lamp burning dimly upon the counter within, but the door was locked.
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