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"Sarah B."--otherwise Mrs. Abel Harding--interrupted. "He can't play nothin' but two jig tunes and he plays them like the very Old Scratch,"
she snapped, with emphasis.
"Well, I never said I was anything great at it, did I? I said I can play some, and I can. If you'd just keep your tongue to home and leave me be I--"
"SILENCE!" shouted the light keeper again. The domestic squabble broke off in the middle and some irreverent giggles from other sections of the circle subsided. Captain Jethro's indignant gaze swept the group.
Primmie said afterward, "You couldn't see him glare at you, but you could FEEL him doin' it." When the stillness was absolute the captain asked, "Where is your fiddle, Abel?"
"Eh?" Mr. Harding paused and cleared his throat. "Why," he stammered, "it's--it's to home. Er--er--that's where I keep it, you know."
"Humph!" Captain Jethro's scorn was withering. "And home is eleven mile away or such matter. How much good is your bein' able to play on it goin' to do us when 'tain't here for you to play on?"
There were discreet snickers from the dimness. Mrs. Hardin's voice was audible, saying, "There, I told you so, foolhead." The captain once more ordered and obtained silence.
"We've had enough of this," he growled. "This ain't a play-actin' show to laugh at. If we can't behave accordin' as we should we'll give it up.
Marietta says she can't get into contact with the sperit world without music. Would it do if we was to sing somethin', Marietta?"
Miss Hoag faltered that she didn't know's she hardly believed 'twould.
"I always HAVE had some sort of instrumental music, Cap'n Jethro. Don't seem to me's if I could hardly get along without it."
The captain grunted again. "Can't anybody play ANYTHING?" he demanded.
"Anything that's within hailin' distance, I mean."
Another silent interval. And then a voice said, timidly, "I can play the mouth organ."
It was Primmie's voice and as she was sitting next Zach Bloomer, who was next Galusha Bangs, the unexpectedness of it made the latter jump. Miss Phipps, next in line on Galusha's left, jumped likewise.
"Primmie," she said, sharply, "don't be silly."
"But I CAN, Miss Martha. You know I can. Zach knows it, too. You've heard me, ain't you, Zach? Ain't you? Ain't you?"
Thus urged, Mr. Bloomer answered, "I've heard you," he said. And added, fervently and under his breath, "G.o.dfreys!"
"Primmie," began Martha, again, but Captain Jethro broke in.
"Quiet, Martha Phipps," he ordered. "Stop your talkin', all hands.
Marietta, do you cal'late you could get under way with mouth organ music?"
"Why--why, I don't know. Maybe I could if--if it played church tunes."
"Can you play hymn tunes, Primmie?"
"Yes, sir. I can play 'Sweet By and By' and 'Brighten the Corner Where You Be' and 'Pack up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag.' No, that ain't one, is it? But I can play--"
"Where's your mouth organ now?"
"It's in my jacket pocket out yonder in the kitchen."
"Go fetch it."
Sounds as of one individual falling over others, accompanied by exclamations and confusion, indicated that Miss Cash was going in search of the instrument. Lulie made one more attempt at persuasion.
"Father," she pleaded, "what makes you try to hold a seance to-night?
You've been 'way over to Trumet and back and you must be tired. You aren't very well, you know, and all this excitement isn't good for you.
Won't you please--"
Her father stamped his foot. "Set down," he shouted. "I know what I'm doin'. This is my house and I'll do as I please in it. Stop! I don't want to hear any more. Where's that Cash girl?"
Primmie was returning bearing the mouth organ. She plowed through the circle like an armored tank through a wire entanglement and reached the light keeper's side.
"Here I be," she announced, "and here 'tis. Shall I commence to begin now? Where do you want me to set?"
She was given a seat in the front row, facing the medium. Captain Hallett, after some final instructions to Zacheus concerning the turning lower of one of the lamps and a last order for stillness, gave the command.
"All ready! Heave ahead!"
Miss Hoag leaned back in her rocking-chair and closed her eyes. Primmie drew a long breath and the first bars of the "Sweet By and By" were forcibly evicted from the harmonica. Zach Bloomer, the irrepressible, leaned over and breathed into his neighbor's ear.
"Say, Mr. Bangs," he whispered, "if you was a sperit would you leave a comf'table berth up aloft to come and anchor alongside THAT noise?"
The "noise" became more enthusiastic as the musician warmed to her work.
Miss Hoag stirred uneasily in her chair. Captain Jethro bent toward her.
"Tell her not to play so LOUD," whispered Marietta. The captain obeyed.
"Come, come, Primmie," he said, irritably. "Go easy on it, soften her down. Play low. And stop stompin' out the time with your foot."
Thus cautioned Miss Cash played low, very low, and also very slowly.
"The Sweet By and By" droned on, over and over, in the dark stuffiness of the crowded room. Galusha Bangs, who had been at first much amused, began to be bored. Incidentally he was extremely sorry for Lulie, poor girl, who was compelled to be present at this ridiculous exhibition of her father's obsession. Heavy breathing sounded near at hand, growing steadily heavier until it became a snore. The snore broke off in the middle and with a sharp and most unchurchly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, as if the snorer had been awakened suddenly and painfully. Galusha fancied he recognized Mr. Harding's voice. Primmie ended her thirty-second rendition of the "Sweet By and By" chorus and began the thirty-third.
Then Miss Hoag began to groan. The first groan was so loud and unexpected that Miss Cash gasped "My savin' soul!" into the mouth organ.
Marietta continued to groan, also to pound the floor with her heels. In her capacity as "medium" she, like other mediums--mediums of her stripe, that is--was "getting under control."
Then followed the usual sort of thing which follows at this sort of seance. Miss Hoag, through her "control," began to receive and transmit "messages." The control spoke in a kind of husky howl, so to speak, and used a lingo most unusual on this plane, however common it may be elsewhere.
Mr. Bangs was startled when first favored with a sample of this--literally--unearthly elocution.
"Oh, dear me!" he exclaimed. "Oh, dear! WHY does she do that? Is--is she ill?"
Miss Beebe answered, from her place in the circle. "It's her sperit control talkin' now," she whispered. "She's controlled by a China woman."
"Name of Little Cherry Blossom," whispered Mr. Harding.
"Sshh!" said several voices, indignantly.
"Allee samee comee manee namee Johnee," announced Little Cherry Blossom.
"Anybody heree knowee manee Johnee?"
Several did, of course, and John was soon undergoing cross-examination.