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Updated: June 4, 2025
"That's why he says 'Oh, yes, certainly. She means, Mr. Bangs, that Cap'n Jethro is beginnin' to break out with another attack of Marietta Hoag's spirits, and we've been tryin' to think of a way to stop him. We haven't yet. Perhaps you can. Can you?" Lulie went on to explain. Her father had been more gloomy and thoughtful for the last week or two. She had noticed it and so had Zach.
Hoag's torrent of bad language had been quickly checked by the threat of turning Skookum loose on his legs, and he looked such a grovelling beast that presently the visitors decided to leave him with a warning. The Indian took the trapper's gun, fired it off out of doors, not in the least perturbed by the possibility of its being heard by Hoag's partners. He knew they were imaginary.
Why, a girl's a fool to waste any heartache gettin' stuck on him. That old boy's going to wake up out of one of them spells dead some day. How'd you like to chew glass because it's big money and then drink it up so fast you'd got to borrow money off the albino girl for the doctor's prescription " The tears came now rivuleting down Miss Hoag's cheeks, bouncing off to the cape.
Think 'twill bother you about gettin' back into the trance state, Marietta?" Erastus Beebe had turned up one of the lamps and it happened to be the one just above Miss Hoag's head.
His face had unknotted, the turmoil of little lines scattering. "Aw!" he said. "Good old tub, Teenie! Good old Big Tent!" A layer of tears sprang across Miss Hoag's glance and, suddenly gaining rush, ran down over her lashes. She dashed at them. "I'm human, Baron. Maybe you don't know it, but I'm human." "Now what did I do, Teenie?" "It it ain't you, Baron; it it ain't anybody.
A few minutes more and the last of the "ghost seiners" had left the house and were climbing into the automobiles in the yard. Marietta Hoag's voice was the last distinctly audible. "I can't help it," she wailed. "It wasn't my fault anyway. And and, besides, that Bangs man hadn't any right to say 'twas him I meant.... I mean the control meant. It wasn't him at all.... I mean I don't believe 'twas.
Of course, if I believed, as father does, that it was really my mother's spirit speaking, I should well, I should be.... But what is the use? I CAN'T believe such a thing." "Of course you can't, child," said Martha. "I knew your mother and if she was comin' back to this earth she wouldn't do it through Marietta Hoag's head. She had too much self-respect for that." Galusha stroked his chin.
There is no way in which I can hope to salve your offended estheticisms with any of Miss Hoag's better points.
By eleven o'clock the Freak Palace was a gelatinous congestion of the quickened of heart, of blood, of tongue, and of purse. The crowd stared, gaped, squirmed through itself, sweated. By twelve o'clock, from her benchlike throne that had become a straitjacket to the back, a heaviness had set in that seemed to thicken Miss Hoag's eyelids, the flush receding before doughiness.
Even his daughter was startled. But perhaps the most surprising effect of the mammoth "toot" was that which it produced in the spirit world. It seemed to blow Little Cherry Blossom completely back to her own sphere, for it was a voice neither Chinese nor ethereal which, coming from Miss Hoag's lips, shrieked wildly: "Oh, my good land of love! Wh what's that?"
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