He proved to be the cousin of Mrs. Hannah Peters" first husband who was drowned on the Grand Banks fifteen or sixteen years before. "John-ee"
was, like so many of his kind, a bit shaky on names and dates but strong on generalities. However, everybody except the few skeptics from the Phipps" place seemed satisfied and made no embarra.s.sing comments.
Everybody but Mr. Bloomer, that is; Zacheus, the philosopher who had studied his profession aboard a lightship, commented on everything.
Sitting next Mr. Bangs, he put his lips close to the ear of the last-named gentleman and breathed caustic sarcasm into it. Galusha found it distracting and, at times, annoying, for Mr. Bloomer"s mustache was bristly.
"Little Cherry Blossom talks"s if she had a cold," whispered Zach.
"Better take a little cherry rum, hadn"t she, eh?"
The control was loudly paging a person named Noah.
"Sperit heree wantee talkee with Noah," she cried. "Wheree isee Noah?"
""Board the Ark, most likely," whispered Mr. Bloomer. "Be hollerin" for Jonah next, won"t she? Cal"late so. Yus, yus."
Message after message came and was recognized and acknowledged by the devout. The group from the Phipps" house had so far been slighted, so, too, had Captain Jethro Hallett. There was a slight hubbub in the circle, owing to the fact that two of its members simultaneously recognized and laid claim to the same spirit, each declaring him to be or have been an entirely different person when living. During this little controversy Zacheus whispered in his neighbor"s ear.
"Say, Mr. Bangs," he whispered, "this is gettin" kind of tiresome, ain"t it? Must be worse for Nelse, though, eh?"
Galusha did not catch his meaning. "For--for whom?" he asked. "I beg your pardon."
"Oh, you"re welcome. Why, I mean Nelse Howard must be gettin" more tired than we be, shut up in that front hall the way he is."
"Shut up--Why, really, I--Mr. Howard left the house long ago, didn"t he?
By the front door, you know."
Zach chuckled. "That front door is locked and the key"s been lost for more"n a fortn"t. Cal"late Lulie forgot that when she told him to skip out that way. He can"t GET out. He"s in that front entry now and he"ll have to stay there till all hands have gone and the cap"n gone to bed.
That"s a note, ain"t it!... Sshh! They"re goin" to begin again."
The ident.i.ty of the spiritual visitor having been tentatively established, the "communications" continued. Galusha paid little heed to them. The thought of young Howard a prisoner in the front hall was uncomfortable of itself, but still more uncomfortable was the mental picture of what might happen should his presence there be discovered by Captain Hallett. The old light keeper was bigoted and absurdly prejudiced against his daughter"s lover at all times. An encounter between them would always be most unpleasant. But this evening, when the captain was in his most fanatical mood, for him to find Nelson Howard hiding in his own house--well, the prospect was almost alarming.
Galusha, much troubled in mind, wondered if Lulie had remembered the locked door and the lost key. Did she realize her fiance"s plight? If so, she must be undergoing tortures at that moment. Nelson, of course, could take care of himself and was in no danger of physical injury; the danger was in the effect of the discovery upon Captain Jethro. He was not well, he was in a highly nervous and excited state. Galusha began to fidget in his chair. More than ever he wished the seance would end.
However, it did not end. The messages continued to come. Apparently the line of spirits waiting to communicate was as long as that at the ticket office of a ball park on a pleasant Sat.u.r.day. And suddenly Mr. Bangs was startled out of his fidgets by the husky voice of Little Cherry Blossom calling the name which was in his mind at the moment.
"Jethro," wheezed Little Cherry Blossom. "Jethro. Some one heree wantee talkee Jethro."
Martha Phipps, sitting next to Galusha, stirred and uttered an impatient exclamation under her breath. From beyond, where Lulie sat, Galusha caught a quick gasp and a frightened "Oh, dear!" Zacheus whispered, "G.o.dfreys!" 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. Bangs heard another sniff of disgust from Miss Phipps. He was himself thoroughly disgusted and angry.
This mockery of a great sorrow and a great love seemed so wicked and cruel. Marietta Hoag and her ridiculous control ceased to be ridiculous and funny. He longed to shake the fat little creature, shake her until her silly craze for the limelight and desire to be the center of a sensation were thoroughly shaken out of her. Marietta was not wicked, she was just silly and vain and foolish, that was all; but at least half of humanity"s troubles are caused by the fools.
"Julia," said Captain Jethro, his big voice trembling as he said it, "I--I"m here, Julia. What is it?"
"Julia she say she gladee you heree," gurgled Little Cherry Blossom.
Martha Phipps drew a breath between her teeth as if in pain. Her hand squeezed Lulie"s tight. She was suffering with the girl. As for Galusha, sensitive soul that he was, he blushed all over in sympathetic embarra.s.sment.
"I"m glad to be here, Julia," said the captain. "You know it, too, I guess likely. Is all well with you, Julia?"
Cherry Blossom in horrible pidgin English affirmed that all was well, all was happiness and delight and bliss in the realm beyond. Galusha did not hear much of this, he was suffering too acutely to listen. Then he heard Captain Jethro ask another question.
"Is there any special message you"ve got for me, Julia?"
Yes, there was. "Daughter, daughter." There was some message about a daughter.
"Lulie? Is there somethin" you want to tell me about Lulie, Julia?"
"Father!" It was Lulie herself who uttered the exclamation. "Father,"
she cried. "Don"t! Oh, don"t! Please don"t!"
Her father"s reply was a furious roar.
"Stop!" he thundered. "Be still! Don"t you say another word!"
"But, father, PLEASE--"
"Stop!... Julia, Julia... are you there? What is it about Lulie? Tell me."
Little Cherry Blossom herself seemed a bit nervous, for her next message was given with a trifle less a.s.surance. It was an incoherent repet.i.tion and re-repet.i.tion of the word "daughter" and something about "looking out" and "danger."
Captain Jethro caught at the word.
"Danger?" he queried. "Danger for Lulie? Is that what you mean, Julia?
I"m to look out on account of danger comin" for Lulie? Is that it, Julia?"
Lulie made one more desperate plea.
"Father," she begged, "please don"t! Of course there isn"t any danger for me. This is SO ridiculous."
"Be still, I tell you.... Is that it, Julia? Is it?" Little Cherry Blossom with some hesitation indicated that that was it. A rustle of excitement stirred the circle.
"What kind of danger?" demanded the light keeper, eagerly. "Can"t you tell me that, Julia?"
Apparently she could not, for there was no reply. The captain tried to help by suggestion.
"Danger from--from her bein"--er--hurt?" he suggested. "Being run over--or--or--drowned or somethin"?"
No, that was not it.
"Danger from somebody--some person?"
"Yes." Another rustle of excitement in the circle. The light keeper caught his breath.
"Julia," he demanded, "do you mean that--that our girl"s in danger from some--some MAN?"
"FATHER! I won"t stand this. It"s perfectly--"