Part 71 (2/2)
”Humph! You couldn't be struck any dumber than you are. You was born dumb. Set DOWN! Everybody's lookin' at you. I never was so mortified in my life.”
The hara.s.sed Abel made one more attempt. He battled savagely with his chair.
”I CAN'T set down,” he said. ”This everlastin' chair won't set even. I snum I believe it ain't got but three laigs. There! Now let's see.”
He seated himself heavily and with emphasis. Mr. Jim Fletcher, whose place was next him, uttered an agonized ”Ow!”
”No wonder 'twon't set even, Abe,” he snorted. ”You've got the other laig up onto my foot. Yus, and it's drove half down through it by this time. Get UP! Whew!”
A ripple of merriment ran around the circle. Every one laughed or ventured to smile, every one except the Hardings and Captain Hallett and, of course, Galusha Bangs. The latter's thoughts were not in the light keeper's parlor. Cousin Gussie leaned over and whispered in his ear:
”Loosh,” whispered Mr. Cabot, chokingly, ”if the rest of this stunt is as good as the beginning I'll forgive you for handing that fourteen thousand to the mummy-hunters. I wouldn't have missed it for more than that.”
Captain Jethro, beating the table, drove his guests to order as of old he had driven his crews. Having obtained silence and expressed, in a few stinging words, his opinion of those who laughed, he proceeded with his arrangements.
”Tamson,” he commanded, addressing Miss Black, ”go and set there by the organ. Come, Marietta, you know where your place is, don't you? Set right where you did last time. And don't let's have any more mockery!”
he thundered, addressing the company in general. ”If I thought for a minute there was any mockery or make-believe in these meetin's, I--I--”
He paused, his chest heaving, and then added, impatiently, but in a milder tone, ”Well, go on, go on! What are we waitin' for? Douse those lights, somebody.”
Miss Hoag--who had been glancing at the light keeper's face and behaving in the same oddly nervous, almost apprehensive manner which Martha had noticed when she entered the parlor--took her seat in the official chair and closed her eyes. Mr. Beebe turned down the lamps. The ancient melodeon, recently prescribed for and operated upon by the repairer from Hyannis, but still rheumatic and asthmatic, burst forth in an unhealthy rendition of a Moody and Sankey hymn. The seance for which Galusha Bangs had laid plans and to which he had looked forward hopefully if a little fearfully--that seance was under way. And now, such was the stunning effect of the most recent blow dealt him by Fate, he, Galusha, was scarcely aware of the fact.
The melodeon pumped on and on. The rustlings and s.h.i.+ftings in the circle subsided and the expectant and s.h.i.+very hush which Primmie feared and adored succeeded it. Miss Black wailed away at the Moody and Sankey selection. Miss Hoag's breathing became puffy. She uttered her first preliminary groan. Cousin Gussie, being an unsophisticated stranger, was startled, as Mr. Bangs had been at the former seance, but Primmie's whisper rea.s.sured him.
”It's all right,” whispered Primmie. ”She ain't sick nor nothin'. She's just a-slippin' off.”
The banker did not understand.
”Slipping off?” he repeated. ”Off what?”
”Off into sperit land. In a minute you'll hear her control talkin'
Chinee talk.... There! My savin' soul! hear it?... Ain't it awful!”
”Little Cherry Blossom” had evidently been waiting at the transmitter.
The husky croak which had so amazed Galusha was again heard.
”How do? How do, everybodee?” hailed Little Cherry Blossom. ”I gladee see-ee you. Yes, indeedee.”
Cabot made mental note of the fact that the Blossom spoke her spirit pidgin-English with a marked Down-East accent. Before he had time to notice more, the control announced that she had a message. The circle stirred in antic.i.p.ation. Primmie wiggled in fearful ecstasy.
”Listen!” commanded Little Cherry Blossom. ”Everybodee harkee. Spirit comee heree. He say-ee--”
”Ow-ooo-ooo--ooo--OOO!!”
As prophesied by Mr. Zacheus Bloomer, the fog had come in and Zacheus, faithful to his duties as a.s.sociate guardian of that section of the coast, had turned loose the great foghorn.
The roar was terrific. The windows rattled and the whole building seemed to shake. The effect upon the group in the parlor, leaning forward in awed expectation to catch the message from beyond, was upsetting, literally and figuratively. Miss Tamson Black, perched upon the slippery cus.h.i.+on of a rickety and unstable music stool, slid to the floor with a most unspiritual thump and a shrill squeal. Primmie clutched her next-door neighbor--it chanced to be Mr. Augustus Cabot--by the middle of the waistcoat, and hers was no light clutch. Mr. Abel Harding shouted several words at the top of his lungs; afterward there was some dispute as to just what the exact words were, but none whatever as to their lack of propriety. Almost every one jumped or screamed or exclaimed. Only Captain Jeth Hallett, who had heard that horn many, many times, was quite unmoved. Even his daughter was startled.
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