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"Say," he said, turning toward his passenger, "is this the house you've been tryin' to find? This is a picture of the old Parker place over to Wellmouth Centre. I thought you told me you wanted to be took to Joshua Hall's house in East Wellmouth." "Joshua? Oh, no, I'm sure I never could have said Joshua. That isn't his name." "Then when I said 'Josh Hall' why didn't you say so?"
Galusha found, except for the slight annoyance of too many of these sojourners, that summer at Gould's Bluffs and vicinity was even more delightful than the fall and spring had been. His friends, the Halls, whose invitation to their cottage at Wellmouth had been the cause of his coming to the Cape, were not occupying that cottage this summer; they had rented it for the season and gone abroad.
Ho! ho! but you was a little towheaded shaver then; and now look at you! What are you doin' away down here?" John Kendrick shook his head. "I don't know that I'm quite sure myself, Captain," he said. "I have some suspicions, of course, but they may not be confirmed. First of all I'm going over to East Wellmouth; so just excuse me a minute while I speak to the driver of the bus."
Yet once more before the season closed Galusha fancied that he caught a glimpse of that car's owner. The time was the first week in September and Galusha, returning later than usual along the path from South Wellmouth, saw two figures walking along the beach of the inlet. They were a good way off, but one certainly did resemble Williams as he remembered him.
Their factory is run now by another concern altogether. The Wellmouth Development Company is still alive at least it's supposed to be, but nobody but a doctor could tell it wasn't dead.
You take my advice, get married and have a boy of your own. Nothin' like one for solid comfort." The train was coming and they went out to meet it. The only passenger to alight was Mr. Barzilla Wingate, whose arrival had been foretold by Bailey Stitt the previous evening. Barzilla was part owner of a good-sized summer hotel at Wellmouth Neck. He and the depot master were old friends.
There was a oh, dear! where IS that this is supremely idiotic! I was saying there happened to be a man coming this way with a buggy and he offered to help me along. He was on his way to Wellmouth. So I left my trunk to come later and took my valise. It rained on the way and I was wet through.
"Well, I should think you might know by this time. Now about that mortgage." "Hey? Oh, yes yes! You want a mortgage on Abner's place over to East Wellmouth. Um! Well, I know the property and about what it's wuth which ain't much. What are you cal'latin' to do live there?" "Yes, if I can carry out the plan I've got in my head. I'm thinkin' of fixin' up that old place and livin' in it.
Badger's; 'twas the Wellmouth poor farm, and he was a pauper. She was shocked, all right enough, but afore she had a chance to ask a question, he begun to tell her the story of his life. 'Twas a fine chance for him to spread himself, and I cal'late he done it to the skipper's taste.
"Yes ah yes," he answered. "Yes ah quite so." "Humph! What is quite so? I want to know about that stock of the Wellmouth Development Company." "Yes.... Yes, certainly, I know." "That Captain um What's-his-name, the picturesque old lunatic with the whiskers Hallett, I mean made a statement that was, to say the least, surprising. I presume he was crazy.
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