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"What did his Majesty have to say to you?" Simeon related the talk with Williams. The depot master's grim smile grew broader. "Sim," he asked, with quiet sarcasm, "don't you realize that progressive methods are necessary in movin' a house?" Phinney tried to smile in return, but the attempt was a failure. "Yes," went on the Captain.
Captain Hall had been residing in his native town, South Harniss, but after his marriage he took up his residence in Ostable, purchasing the residence formerly owned by Elnathan Phinney on Phinney's Hill, where he lived until his lamented demise. Mrs. Hall passed away in 1896. The sudden removal of Captain Hall from our midst leaves a stepdaughter, Mary Augusta Lathrop, aged seven. The " Here Mr.
Tidditt, says she, 'there's one thing I'll say for you you don't talk." Miss Phinney boarded with the Bangses, and Bailey was acquainted with her personal peculiarities; for that matter so were most of Bayport's permanent residents. "Humph!" he snorted indignantly. "She thought 'twas a good thing not to talk, hey? SHE did? Well, by mighty! you never get no CHANCE to talk when she's around.
"You never find fault, Cap'n Whittaker," she said. "You're such a manly man, if you'll excuse my sayin' so. I only wish there was more like you," with a significant glance at her husband. As for Miss Phinney, she might have been saying good-by yet if the captain had not excused himself. Asaph accompanied his friend to the house on the hill.
The "Colonial" would be ready to move on the lot, and Olive Edwards, the widow, would be obliged to leave her home. In fact, Mr. Williams had notified her that she and her few belongings must be off the premises by the afternoon of the twelfth. The great Williams was in high good-humor. He chuckled as he talked with his foreman, and the foreman chuckled in return. Simeon Phinney did not chuckle.
When Mr. Phinney entered the little waiting room he found it already tenanted. Captain Sol had not yet arrived, but official authority was represented by "Issy" McKay his full name was Issachar Ulysses Grant McKay a long-legged, freckled-faced, tow-headed youth of twenty, who, as usual, was sprawled along the settee by the wall, engrossed in a paper covered dime novel.
As Sim Phinney climbed the hill the magnate, pompous, portly, and imposing, held up a signaling finger. "Just as if he was hailin' a horse car," described Simeon afterward. "Phinney," he said, "come here, I want to speak to you." The man of many trades obediently approached. "Good evenin', Mr. Williams," he ventured.
Miss Phinney was not the only one in our village to question Captain Cy Whittaker's sanity during the next few months. The majority of our people didn't understand him at all. He was generally liked, for although he had money, he did not put on airs, but he had his own way of doing things, and they were not Bayport ways.
Williams was just talkin' to me and I know all about his buyin' it and where it's goin'." He repeated the conversation with the great man. Captain Sol did not interrupt. He smoked on, and a frown gathered and deepened as he listened. "Humph!" he said, when his friend had concluded. "Humph! Sim, do you have any idea what what Olive Seabury will do when she has to go?" Phinney glanced at him.
You ain't seen Abner Payne; he's out of town " "Don't have to see him. He's made me an offer and I'll write and accept it." "But you've got to have a selectmen's permit to move " "Got it. I went up and saw the chairman an hour ago. He's a friend of mine. I nominated him town-meetin' day." "But," stammered Phinney, very much upset by the suddenness of it all, "you ain't got my price nor "
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