Galusha the Magnificent eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 576 pages of information about Galusha the Magnificent.

Galusha the Magnificent eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 576 pages of information about Galusha the Magnificent.
says I, ‘the bottle’s half full.’  But he stuck it out there wasn’t a drink in it and afore he’d pay me my bet he had to prove it to himself.  Even then, after he’d swallowed the whole of it, he vowed and declared there wasn’t a real drink.  But he had to hand over the five cents. . . .  And—­and that’s how I know,” concluded Primmie, “that there ain’t any cherry rum in the house, Miss Martha.”

Miss Phipps’ remarks on the subject of the wily Mr. Bloomer and the rum drove the thoughts of Mr. Bangs’ odd behavior from the mind of her maid.  But the consciousness of conspiracy was always present with Galusha, try as he might to forget it.  And he was constantly being reminded—­of it.  Down at the post office at mail time he would feel his coat-tail pulled and looking up would see the face of Mr. Pulcifer solemnly gazing over his head at the rows of letter boxes.  Apparently Raish was quite unconscious of the little man’s presence, but there would come another tug at the coat-tail and a barely perceptible jerk of the Pulcifer head toward the door.

Feeling remarkably like a fool, Galusha would follow to the front steps of the post office.  There Raish would suddenly and, in a tone of joyful surprise, quite as if they had not met for years, seize his hand, pump it up and down and ask concerning his health, the health of the Gould’s Bluffs colony and the “news down yonder.”  Then, gazing blandly up the road at nothing in particular, he would add, speaking in a whisper and from the corner of his mouth:  “Comin’ along, Perfessor.  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.  “I think Lulie would like to talk to you.  She said she would.”

“Yes.  Yes, I would, Mr. Bangs,” put in Lulie, herself.  “Could you spare just a minute or two?”

Galusha cheerfully avowed that he had so many spare minutes that he did not know what to do with them.

“If time were money, as they say it is,” he added, “I should be a—­ ah—­sort of mint, shouldn’t I?” Then he smiled and added:  “Why, no, not exactly that, either.  A mint is where they make money and I certainly do not make time.  But I have just as much time as if I did.  Yes—­ah—­quite so.  As our philosophizing friend Zacheus is so fond of saying, I have ‘all the time there is.’  And if time is money—­why—­ah. . . .  Eh?  Dear me, possibly you ladies know what I am talking about; I don’t.”

They both burst out laughing and he smiled and stroked his chin.  Martha looked him over.

“What makes you so nervous, Mr. Bangs?” she asked.  He started and colored.  He was a trifle nervous, having a shrewd suspicion as to what Miss Hallett wished to talk with him about.  She promptly confirmed the suspicion.

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