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The cat wailed lugubriously at intervals. Zoeth made the next attempt at conversation. "Never been to South Harniss, have you, Mary-'Gusta?" he inquired. "No, sir," gravely. "But," remembering the housekeeper's final charge not to forget her manners, if she had any, "I'm sure I'll like it very much." "Oh, you are, eh? Well, that's nice. What makes you so sure?" Mary-'Gusta reflected.
By and by, if the good Lord gives me strength again, I'll Never mind, now. Don't ask me, please." So Shadrach did not ask, but he was puzzled and a little anxious. What was it his partner had to tell and found the telling so difficult? It was not until a day in mid-September that Captain Shadrach learned his partner's secret. He and Zoeth and Mary were at the store together.
Zoeth and me ain't aboard the same craft with her." "I should say not. And you can't get gay with her, either. Most girls of her age and as good a looker as she is don't object to a little ragging: they're used to it and they like it but not her. She isn't fishing for boxes of candy or invitations to dances. That line of talk means good-by and no sale where she is.
Rheinstein's Robbers' Roost would be nigher the truth. . . . Say, Zoeth, we mustn't hint a word to Mary-'Gusta about this. We've got cash enough on hand to pay her clearance charges up there at school, ain't we?" "Yes, Shadrach, I've looked out for that. I don't know's I'd ought to.
The partners were too happy at having her with them to be overcurious concerning her reasons for coming. Captain Shad talked and joked and laughed and Zoeth nodded and smiled in his quiet way. If Mary had not known their secret she would not have guessed it but, as it was, she noticed how pale and worn Mr.
"Annabel's keepin' store," explained Shadrach, "and Isaiah's helpin'. It'll be the blind leadin' the blind, I cal'late, but we don't care, do we, Zoeth? We made up our mind we'd see you off, Mary-'Gusta, if we had to swim to Provincetown and send up sky-rockets from Race P'int to let you know we was there.
"I'm sure it cost a great deal more than you should have spent," she said. "But you like it, don't you?" queried Zoeth, hopefully. "Like it! Oh, Uncle Zoeth, don't you KNOW I like it! Who could help liking such a beautiful thing?" "How's it show up alongside the watches the other girls have up to that Boston school?" asked Shadrach, with ill-concealed anxiety.
Zoeth never missed a Sunday service or a Friday night prayer meeting. And, being sincerely religious, he was greatly troubled because his friend and partner took little interest in such things. Shadrach's aversion to churches dated back to a sermon preached by a former minister. The subject of that sermon was Jonah and the whale.
But with understanding came, apparently, a species of paralysis of the vocal organs. Zoeth turned pale and leaned back in his chair. Shadrach's mouth opened and closed several times, but he said nothing.
"There she goes now," he muttered. "She's pretty nigh to the corner already. What in the world can she be up to? Where is she bound at twelve o'clock?" Zoeth did not answer. His partner turned and looked at him. "Humph!" he exclaimed. "Why don't you tell me the whole of it while you're about it? You're keepin' somethin' back. Out with it! Do YOU know where she's bound?"
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