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"Lulie, was your husband married?" "Yes," Lulu said, "my husband was married, mother." "Mercy," said Ina. "Think of anything like that in our family." "Well, go on go on!" Dwight cried. "Tell us about it." Lulu spoke in a monotone, with her old manner of hesitation: "We were going to Oregon. First down to New Orleans and then out to California and up the coast." On this she paused and sighed.
"Um-hm," he declared. "Settled's the word. The whistle's piped to quarters. All hands, alow and aloft, are ordered to report on board the good ship Gould's Bluffs Lighthouse, Cap'n Jethro Hallet commandin', on Friday next, the er I-forget-what of this month, at seven bells in the " "Zach! Zach!" broke in Lulie. "Stop it! What are you talking about?"
The message was not very coherent nor particularly interesting, so the incident ended. A short time later came the sensation which was to make the evening memorable in East Wellmouth's spiritualistic circles. Little Cherry Blossom called the name which many had expected and some, Lulie Hallett and Martha Phipps in particular, dreaded to hear. "Jethro!" croaked the Blossom. "Jethro!"
The sudden illumination showed Captain Jethro standing in the middle of the floor, his face flushed, his brows drawn together and his lips twitching. He was glaring about the room and the expression upon his face was so fierce that Mr. Bangs said, "Oh, dear me!" again when he saw it. Lulie put her arm about the light keeper's shoulder. "Father, father," she pleaded, "please don't look that way.
From beyond, where Lulie sat, Galusha caught a quick gasp and a frightened "Oh, dear!" Zacheus whispered, "Godfreys!" Primmie bounced up and down with excitement. The circle rustled and then grew very still. "Well," growled Captain Jethro, a quaver in his deep voice, "I'm here. It is is it you, Julia?" Little Cherry Blossom said that it was. Mr.
"He seems to have spent most of his time plannin' for other folks," she said. "He didn't come through the sitting room," said Lulie, "so he must be in the kitchen with Primmie. I'm going to find him." But she did not find him. Primmie said that Mr. Bangs had come out into the kitchen, taken his hat and coat, and left the house by the back door.
She said nothing, of course, concerning the latter's love story. "So," she said, in conclusion, "although I haven't the least bit of belief in Marietta Hoag or any of her seances, I am sorry for Cap'n Jethro and I am very fond of Lulie. She is worried, I know, and she has asked me to be there tonight. You and Mr. Bangs will excuse me, everything considered, won't you?"
"We always have music, you know, to establish the the contact. Have somebody play the organ. 'Phelia, you play it; you know how." Miss Ophelia Beebe, sister of the village storekeeper, was a tall, angular woman garbed in black. Her facial expression was as mournful as her raiment. She rose with a rustle and moved toward the ancient melodeon. Lulie spoke hurriedly.
A while ago one medium creature and I wish she had been struck dumb before she could say it told him that he must beware of a dark man who was tryin' to work evil upon his daughter. As luck would have it, Nelson Howard was home on leave and callin' on Lulie when her father got back from seein' that very medium. You can imagine what happened.
Captain Jethro pulled his beard. "Humph!" he grunted. "Humph! Mr. Bangs, eh?... Humph! I thought Cal'late I must have fell asleep on the sofy and been dreamin'.... Humph!... Lulie, you better come in now, it's chilly out here. Mr. Bangs can come, too, I suppose likely if he wants to." It was not the most cordial of invitations and Galusha did not accept it.
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