Part 13 (1/2)
”What difference does that make? If a dead woman come and stood alongside of MY bed 'twouldn't make no difference to me whether I'd MET her or not. Meetin' of her then would be enough. My Lord of Isrul!”
”Oh--oh, I beg your pardon. Do I understand you to say that this--ah--gentleman's wife is dead?”
”Um-hm. Been dead seven year, so Miss Martha says. That's what I mean when I say it's awful. Wouldn't you think 'twas awful if a woman that had been dead seven year come and stood alongside of you?”
Galusha smiled again. ”Yes,” he admitted, ”I am inclined to think I--ah--should.”
”You bet you would! So'd anybody but Jethro Hallet. He likes it. Yes, sir! And he goes to every medium place from here to Boston, seems so, so's to have more talks with them that's over the river.”
”Eh? Over the--Oh, yes, I comprehend. Dead, you mean. Then this Mr.
Hallet is a Spiritualist, I take it.”
”Um-hm. Rankest kind of a one. Course everybody believes in Spiritulism SOME, can't help it. Miss Martha says she don't much and Zach Bloomer he says he cal'lates his doubts keep so close astern of his beliefs that it's hard to tell which'll round the stake boat first. But there ain't no doubt about Cap'n Jethro's believin', he's rank.”
”I see. Well, is he--is he rational in other ways? It seems odd to have a--ah--an insane man in charge of--”
”Insane? My savin' soul, what put that idea in your head? He ain't crazy, Jethro Hallet ain't. He's smart. Wuth consider'ble money, so they say, and hangs on to it, too. Used to be cap'n of a four-masted schooner, till he hurt his back and had to stay ash.o.r.e. His back's got to hurtin' him worse lately and Zach and Miss Martha they cal'late that's why Lulie give up her teachin' school up to Ostable and come down here to live along with him. I heard 'em talkin' about it t'other day and that's what they cal'late. Miss Martha she thinks a sight of Lulie.”
”And--ah--this Miss Lulie is the light keeper's daughter?” Bangs was not especially interested in the Hallett family, but he found Primmie amusing.
”Uh-hm. All the child he's got. Some diff'rent from our tribe; there was thirteen young ones in our family. Pa used to say he didn't care long's we didn't get so thick he'd step on ary one of us. He didn't care about a good many things, Pa didn't. Ma had to do the carin' and most of the work, too. Yes, Lulie's Jethro's daughter and he just bows down and wors.h.i.+ps her.”
”I see. I see. And is--ah--Miss Hallett as spookily inclined as her parent?”
”Hey?”
”Is she a Spiritualist, too?”
”No, no. Course she don't say much on her pa's account, but Zach says she don't take no stock in it. Lulie has to be pretty careful, 'cause ever since Cap'n Jethro found out about Nelse he--Hey? Yes'm, I'm a-comin'.”
Miss Phipps had called to her from the kitchen door. Galusha stood by the fence a while longer. Then he went in to supper. Before he went to his room that night he asked his landlady a question.
”That--ah--maid of yours has a peculiar name, hasn't she?” he observed.
”Primmie. I think I never heard it before.”
Miss Martha laughed.
”I should say it was peculiar!” she exclaimed. ”Her Christian name is Primrose, if you can call such a name Christian. I almost died when I heard it first. She's a queer blossom, Primmie is, a little too much tar in her upper riggin', as father used to say, but faithful and willin' as a person could be. I put up with her tongue and her--queerness on that account. Some friends of mine over at Falmouth sent her to me; they knew I needed somebody in the house after father died. Her name is Primrose Annabel Cash and she comes from a nest of such sort of folks in the Mashpaug woods. She provokes me sometimes, but I have a good deal of fun with her on the whole. You ought to see her and Zacheus Bloomer together and hear 'em talk; THEN you would think it was funny.”
”Is this Mr.--ah--Bloomer queer also?”
”Why, yes, I presume likely he is. Not foolish, you understand, or even a little bit soft like Primmie. He's shrewd enough, Zach is, but he's peculiar, that's about it. Has a queer way of talkin' and walkin'--yes, and thinkin'. He's put in the most of his life in out-of-the-way places, boat-fis.h.i.+n' all alone off on the cod banks, or attendin' to lobster pots way down in the South Channel, or aboard lights.h.i.+ps two miles from nowhere. That's enough to make any man queer, bein' off by himself so.
Why, this place of a.s.sistant light keeper here at Gould's Bluffs is the most sociable job Zach Bloomer has had for ten years, I shouldn't wonder. And Gould's Bluffs isn't Was.h.i.+ngton Street, exactly,” she added, with a smile.
”Have you lived here long, Miss Phipps?” inquired Galusha.
”Pretty nearly all my life, and that's long enough, goodness knows.
Father bought this place in 1893, I think it was. He was goin' coastin'