Cap'n Abe, Storekeeper: A Story of Cape CodCooper, James A.
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Cap'n Abe, Storekeeper: A Story of Cape Cod
Cooper, James A.
Cape Cod (Mass.) -- Fiction
As they walked on together Louise took more careful note of the actor.
He had the full habit of a well-fed man, but was not gross. He was
athletic, indeed, and his head was poised splendidly on broad
shoulders. Louise saw that his face was massaged until it was as pink
and soft as a baby's, without a line of close shaving to be detected.
The network of fine wrinkles at the outer corners of his eyes was
scarcely distinguishable. That there was a faint dust of powder upon
his face she noted, too.
Judson Bane was far, however, from giving the impression of effeminacy.
Quite the contrary. He looked able to do heroic things in real life as
well as in the drama. And as their walk and conversation developed,
Louise Grayling found the actor to be an interesting person.
He spoke well and without bombast upon any subject she ventured on.
His vocabulary was good and his speaking voice one of the most pleasing
she had ever heard.
So interested was Louise in what Mr. Bane said that she scarcely
noticed Lawford Tapp who passed and bowed to her, only inclining her
head in return. Therefore she did not catch the expression on
Lawford's face.
"A fine-looking young fisherman," observed Mr. Bane patronizingly.
"Yes. Some of them are good-looking and more intelligent than you
would believe," Louise rejoined carelessly. She had put Lawford Tapp
aside as inconsequential.
CHAPTER XII
THE DESCENT OF AUNT EUPHEMIA
It was mid forenoon the following day, and quite a week after Louise
Grayling's arrival at Cap'n Abe's store on the Shell Road, that the
stage was set for a most surprising climax.
The spirit of gloom still hovered over Betty Gallup in the rear
premises where she was sweeping and dusting and scrubbing. Her idea of
cleanliness indoors was about the same as that of a smart skipper of an
old-time clipper ship.
"If that woman ain't holystonin' the deck ev'ry day she thinks we're
wadin' in dirt, boot-laig high," growled Cap'n Amazon.
"Cleanliness is next to godliness!" quoted Louise, who was in the store
at the moment.
"Land sakes!" ejaculated the captain. "It's next door to a lot of
other things, seems like, too. I shouldn't say that Bet Gallup was
spillin' over with piety."
Louise, laughing softly, went to the door. There was a cloud of dust
up the road and ahead of it came a small automobile. Cap'n Amazon was
singing, in a rather cracked voice:
"'_The Boundin' Biller, Captain Hanks,
She was hove flat down on the Western Banks_;------"
With a saucy blast of its horn the automobile flashed past the store.
There were two young women in it, one driving. Louise felt sure they
were Miss Louder and Miss Noyes, mentioned by Gusty Durgin the day
before, and their frocks and hats were all that their names suggested.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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