"
Fifteen more minutes passed before Mr. Bangs came down to the sitting
room, but when he did he came in a great hurry. He dashed into the
apartment and announced his intention of starting for Boston at once.
"And--and if you will be so kind as to let me have those--ah--shares of
yours, Miss Martha," he said.
Martha looked at him. She had been rather pale when he entered, but now
the color rushed to her face.
"Shares?" she repeated. "Do you mean--"
"Those--ah--Development shares of yours--yes. If you will be good enough
to let me take them with me--"
"Take them with you?... Oh, Mr. Bangs, you don't mean you have heard
from your cousin and that he is goin' to--"
"Yes--ah--yes," broke in Galusha, hastily. "I have heard. I am to--that
is, I must take the shares with me and go to Boston at once. If you will
be willing to entrust them to me, Miss Martha."
"I'll get 'em this minute." She started toward the stairs, but paused
and turned.
"Is it really settled, Mr. Bangs?" she asked, as if scarcely daring to
believe in the possibility. "Are they really goin' to buy that Wellmouth
stock of mine?"
"Why--why--" Galusha was yawing badly, but he clutched the helm and kept
on the course; "I--ah--hope so, Miss Martha, I hope so."
"And pay me--pay me MONEY for it?"
"I presume so. I hope so. If you will--"
"I declare, it doesn't seem possible! Who, for mercy sakes, is goin' to
buy it? Mr.
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