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"I'm so upset and excited I don't know hardly whether I'm in the channel or hard aground, as father used to say, but I've signed my name on the back. Once when I sold two shares of railroad stock he left me I had to sign on the back there. I HOPE I've done it in the right place." Galusha declared the signature to be quite right, yes.
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.
Galusha A. Grow of Pennsylvania and Hon. Schuyler Colfax of Indiana. Mr. Grow, then as now, represented the congressional district in Pennsylvania in which I formally resided, and I was very anxious to hear him, as the first political speech I had ever heard was made by him in a small village in Pennsylvania.
Cabot turned and he, too, saw the expression. He burst out laughing. "See!" he cried. "Doesn't he look guilty? It IS a clam trust, Miss Phipps. By Jove, Loosh, you are discovered! Galusha Bangs, the Clam King! Ha, ha, ha! Look at him, Miss Phipps! Look at him! Did you ever see a plainer case of conscious guilt? Ha, ha!" He was enjoying himself hugely. And really Galusha was a humorous spectacle.
"You must leave all this," commanded the doctor; "forget it. You must get away, get out of doors and stay out." For a moment Galusha was downcast. Then he brightened. "There is an expedition from the New York museum about to start for Syria," he said. "I am quite sure I would be permitted to accompany it. I'll write at once and " "Here, here! Wait! You'll do nothing of the sort.
Galusha was at that moment endeavoring to fabricate a story of his own, one which he might tell Miss Phipps. It must not be too discouraging, it must "Eh?" he ejaculated, coming out of his daydream. "Oh, yes yes, of course." "As near as I can figure, your share will be well over twelve thousand. A pretty nice little windfall, I should say. Now what shall I do with it?"
Galusha was not called upon to endure any such experiences as those described by the veracious Mr. Bloomer in his record-breaking gale, but during that winter he learned a little of what New England coast weather could be and often was. And he learned, also, that that weather was, like most blusterers, not nearly as savage when met squarely face to face.
I mean Why, there isn't anything the matter with it!" "Matter with it? I don't quite " "Matter with your head." Galusha raised a hand in bewildered fashion and felt of his cranium. "Why ah no, there is nothing the matter with my head, so far as I am aware," he replied. "Does it look as if it were ah softening or something?" Miss Martha ignored the pleasantry.
That evening Martha approached her lodger on the subject of the possibility of selling the light keeper's Development holdings for him. To say the least, she received no encouragement. Galusha was quite emphatic in his expression of disbelief in that possibility. "Oh, dear me, no, Miss Martha," he stammered. "I ah I feel quite sure it would be unwise to ah attempt such a thing.
Humph! the swab!" For the first time Galusha asked a direct question. "Did ah Mr. Pulcifer actually ah bid for your Development shares, Captain Hallett?" he inquired. "Oh, he come as nigh to doin' it as I'd let him. Hinted maybe that he'd give me as much as he did Snow, fourteen fifty. I laughed at him.
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