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Medallion heard, then "Lulie!" and then he shut the door, and, with supper in his mind, went into the kitchen to see the housekeeper, who, in this new joy, had her own tragedy humming to himself: "But down there come from the lofty hills Footsteps and eyes agleam, Bringing the laughter of yesterday Into the little house."
"I must get back to the house, Captain," he said. "It IS chilly, as you say. No doubt he is right, Lulie. You mustn't stay. Good-night." "But, Mr. Bangs, you haven't finished your story." "Eh? Dear me, so I haven't. Well " "Lulie!" Captain Jethro's voice was fretful. "Lulie, you come along in now. I want you." Lulie shook her head resignedly. "Yes, father," she replied, "I'm coming this minute.
He seems to be troubled and and suspicious." "Suspicious? Suspicious of what?" "I don't know. Of every one." "Humph! Well, if he would only begin to get suspicious of Marietta and her spirit chasers I should feel like givin' three cheers. But I suppose those are exactly the ones he isn't suspicious of." Lulie again glanced toward the parlor door. "I am not so sure," she said.
You must think you're aboard your old schooner givin' orders. All right, I'll obey 'em. Ay, ay, sir! Come, Lulie." They entered the parlor, whither Galusha, Mr. Cabot and Primmie had preceded them and were already seated. The group in the room was made up about as on the occasion of the former seance, but it was a trifle larger.
Cabot, excuse me for talkin' about somethin' you don't understand, but, you see, Lulie is Well, Primmie, what is it?" Primmie's face expressed great excitement as she pushed it around the edge of the kitchen door. "My savin' soul!" was her salutation. "Who do you suppose is comin' right up our walk this very minute? Raish Pulcifer, that's who!
Another moment and the silhouetted figures of Lulie Hallett and Nelson Howard appeared from behind the clump of bayberry bushes and walked onward together, his arm about her waist. The pair on the knoll saw the parting. Lulie ran up the path and the door of the light keeper's cottage closed behind her. Howard disappeared around the bend of the hill.
He opened the book with trembling fingers, took a pen and wrote, at first slowly, while Medallion smoked: "September 13th. It is five-and-twenty years ago to-day Mon Dieu, how we danced that night on the flags before the Sorbonne! How gay we were in the Maison Bleu! We were gay and happy Lulie and I two rooms and a few francs ahead every week.
She's a-comin' along. Keep your ear out for signals.... What say? Why, no, I don't think it does look as much like rain as it did, Mr. Bangs." One evening Galusha, entering the Phipps' sitting room, found Lulie there. She and Martha were in earnest conversation and the girl was plainly much agitated. He was hurriedly withdrawing, but Miss Phipps called him back. "Come in, Mr. Bangs," she said.
Lulie, the tears streaming down her face, tried to comfort him. Martha, also weeping, essayed to help. Cabot, walking over to where his cousin was standing, laid a hand on his arm. Galusha, pale and wan, looking as if the world had slipped from under him and he was left hanging in cold space, turned a haggard face in his direction.
"Why in the world," said Becky Blount, expressing the opinion of what Captain Jethro Hallett would have called her "tribe," "he felt 'twas necessary to hide it as if 'twas something to be ashamed of, I don't see. Most folks would have been proud to be offered such a chance. But that Nelse Howard's queer, anyhow. Stuck-up, I call him; and Lulie Hallett's the same way.
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