The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
And he did laugh again, as gayly as before; a genteel, hearty laugh it
was, and the girl joined him, as before, though she could not have told
what she was laughing about had her life depended upon it, except that
it was very funny that her companion was laughing at nothing. The
different objects in the church, including the organ, seemed to look at
the pair in good humor because of their gayety; perhaps the organ was
feeling gay itself, from recollections of the minstrel band.
"It makes me feel dreadfully gay to think you are going home presently,
and that I am to return to my cheerful room in The Locks, the gayest
house in the world. Bless you, there is no ghost's walk about that
place, and the sunshine seems to be brighter there than anywhere else in
the town. I leave it with regret, and return to it with joy; and the
wind--I can't tell you what pleasing music the wind makes with the
windows and shutters. But if you will let me, I will walk home with you,
although I am dying with impatience to return to my usual gayety. I wish
it would rain, and keep you here a while longer. I am becoming so funny
of late I must break my spirit some way."
It was now dusk, and the girl having signified her willingness to
accompany him, they walked out of the church, leaving the old janitor to
lock the door, which he probably did with unusual cheerfulness, for
Dorris had given him an amount of money that was greater than a month's
wages.
"They say here that if Thompson Benton should see a gentleman with his
daughter," Dorris said, as they walked along, "that he would give it to
him straight. I suppose they mean, by that, that he would tell him to
clear out; but I will risk it."
"They say a great many things about father that are unjust," the girl
answered, "because he does not trifle. Father is the best man in the
world."
"The lion is a dear old creature to the cub," he replied, "but I am
anxious to meet this gentleman of whom I have heard so much, so you had
better not invite me in, for I will accept. A lion's den would be a
happy relief to the gayety of The Locks, where we go on--the spectres
and I--in the merriest fashion imaginable."
Dorris seemed determined to be gay, and as they walked along he several
times suggested another laugh, saying, "now, all together," or, "all
ready; here we go," as a signal for them to commence, in such a queer
way that the girl could not help joining.
"I am like the organ," he said, "gay or sad, at your pleasure. Just at
present I am a circus tune, but if you prefer a symphony, you have only
to say the word. I am sorry, though, that you cannot shut a lid down
over me, and cause me to be oblivious to everything until you appear
again. Something tells me that the stout gentleman approaching is the
lion."
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