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<p>Tactical LED Flashlight<br /> graciously. "However, I am sure ev=
en an unfortunate single person like myself may find a real home under your=
roof. You see, your reputation had preceded you, ma'am. Ha, ha! yes. As I =
say, the location is the only point which has caused me to hesitate. My-- e=
r--offices are on the Main Road near the postoffice and that is nearly a mi=
le from here. But, we'll waive that point, ma'am. Six dollars a week for th=
e room and seven for meals, you say. Thirteen dollars--an unlucky number: H=
a, ha! Suppose we call it twelve and dodge the bad luck, eh? That would see=
m reasonable, don't you think?" Thankful shook her head. "Altoget=
her too reasonable, Mr. Daniels, I'm afraid," she replied. "I've =
cut my rates so close now that I'm afraid they'll catch cold in bad weather=
Thirteen dollars a week may be unlucky, but twelve would be a sight more =
unlucky--for me. I can let you have a side room, of course, and that would =
be cheaper." But Mr. Daniels did not wish a side room; he desired a fr=
ont room and, at last, consented to pay the regular rate for it. But when t=
he arrangement was concluded Thankful could not help feeling that she had t=
aken advantage of an unworldly innocence. Captain Obed Bangs, when she told=
him, reassured her. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said. "I would=
n't lay awake nights fearin' I'd got ahead of Heman Daniels much. If you ha=
ve got ahead of him you're the only person I ever see that did, and you oug=
ht to be proud instead of ashamed. And I'd get him to make his offer in wri=
tin' and you lock up the writin'." "Why! Why, Captain Obed! How y=
ou do talk! You don't mean that Mr. Daniels is a cheat, do you? You don't m=
ean such a thing as THAT?" The captain waved a protesting hand. "=
No, no," he declared. "I wouldn't call any lawyer a cheat. That's=
too one-sided a deal to be good business. The expense of hirin' counsel is=
all on one side if it ever comes to a libel suit. And besides, I don't thi=
nk Daniels is a cheat. I never heard of him doin' anything that wa'n't lega=
lly honest. He's sharp and he's smart, but he's straight enough. I was only=
jokin', Mrs. Barnes. Sometimes I think I ought to hang a lantern on my jok=
es; then folks would see 'em quicker." So Mr. Daniels came, and Mr. Ha=
mmond came, and so also did Miss Timpson. The first dinner was served in th=
e big dining-room and it was a success, everyone said so. Beside the boarde=
rs there were invited guests, Captain Bangs and Hannah Parker, and Kenelm a=
lso. It was a disappointment to Thankful, although she kept the disappointm=
ent to herself, the fact that the captain had not shifted what he called hi=
s "moorings" to her establishment. She had hoped he might; she li=
ked him and she believed him to be just the sort of boarder she most desire=
d. It may be that he, too, was disappointed. What he said was: "You se=
e, ma'am, I've been anchorin' along with Hannah and Kenelm now for quite a =
spell. They took me in when 'twas a choice between messin' at the Holt plac=
e or eatin' grass in the back yard like King Nebuchadnezzar. Hannah don't k=
eep a reg'lar boardin'-house but she does sort of count on me as one of the=
family, and I don't feel 'twould be right to shift--not yet, anyhow. But m=
aybe I can pilot other craft into High Cliff Harbor, even if I don't call i=
t my own home port." That first dinner was a bountiful meal. Miss Park=
er expressed the general opinion, although it was expressed in her own way,=
when she said: "My sakes alive, Mrs. Barnes! If THIS is the way you'r=
e goin' to feed your boarders right along then I say it's remarkable. I've =
been up to Boston a good many times in my life, and I've been to Washington=
once, but in all MY experience at high-toned hotels I never set down to a =
better meal. It's a regular Beelzebub's feast, like the one in Scriptur'--l=
eavin' out the writin' on the wall of course." Kenelm ate enough for t=
wo and then, announcing that he couldn't heave away no more time, having wo=
rk to do, retired to the rear of the barn where, the rake beside him, he sl=
umbered peacefully for an hour. "There!" said Thankful to Imogene=
that night. "We've started anyhow. And 'twas a good start if I do say=
it." "Good!" exclaimed Imogene. "I should say 'twas go=
od! But if them boarders eat as much every day as they have this one 'twon'=
t be a start, 'twill be a finish. Lor--I mean mercy on us, ma'am--if this i=
s a boardin'-house I'd like to know what a palace is. Why a king never had =
better grub served to him. Huh! I guess he didn't. Old George Three used to=
eat gruel, like a--like a sick orphan at the Home. Oh, he did, ma'am, hone=
st! I read about it in one of them history books you lent me. He was a tigh=
t-wad old gink, he was. Are you goin' to give these guys as much every meal=
, ma'am?" "I mean to, of course," declared Mrs. Barnes. &quo=
t;Nobody shall starve at my table. And please, Imogene, don't call people g=
inks and guys. That ain't nice talk for a young woman." Imogene apolog=
ized and promised to be more careful. But she thought a great deal and, at =
the end of the first week, she imparted her thoughts to Captain Obed. "=
;Say, Captain Bangs," she said, "do you know what is the matter w=
ith the name of this place? I tell you what I think is the matter. It hadn'=
t ought to be the HIGH Cliff House. The CHEAP Cliff House would be a sight =
better. Givin' guys--folks, I mean-- fifteen-dollar-a-week board for seven =
dollars may be mighty nice for them, but it's plaguy poor business for Mrs.=
Thankful." The captain shook his head; he had been thinking, too, and=
his conclusions were much the same. "You mustn't find fault with Mrs.=
Barnes, Imogene," he said. "She's a mighty fine woman." &qu=
ot;Fine woman! You bet she is! She's too plaguy fine, that's the trouble wi=
th her. She's so afraid her boarders'll starve that she forgets all about m=
akin' money. She's the best woman there is in the world, but she needs a me=
an partner. Then the two of them might average up all right, I guess."=
Captain Obed rubbed his chin. "Think she needs a business manager, eh=
?" he observed. Imogene nodded emphatically. "She needs two of th=
em," she declared. "One to manage the place and another to keep t=
hat Parker man workin'. He can eat more and talk more and work less than an=
y guy ever I see. Why, he'd spend half his time in this kitchen gassin' wit=
h me, if I'd let him. But you bet I don't let him." The captain though=
t more and more during the days that followed. At length he wrote a letter =
to Emily Howes at South Middleboro. In it he expressed his fear that Mrs. B=
arnes, although in all other respects perfect, was a too generous "pro=
vider" to be a success as a boarding-house keeper in East Wellmouth. S=
he'll have boarders enough, you needn't worry about that, [he wrote] but sh=
e'll lose money on every one. I've tried to hint, but she don't take the hi=
nt, and it ain't any of my affair, rightly speaking, so I can't speak out p=
lain. Can't you write her a sort of warning afore it's too late? Or better =
still, can't you come down here and talk to her? I wish you would. Excuse m=
y nosing in and writing you this way, please. I'm doing it just because I w=
ant to see her win out in the race, that's all. I wish you'd answer this pr=
etty prompt, if you don't mind. But the reply he hoped for did not come and=
he began to fear that he had made a bad matter worse by writing. Doubtless=
Miss Howes resented his "nosing in." Thankful now began advertis=
ing in the Boston papers. And the answers to the ads began to arrive. Somet=
imes men and women from the city came down to inspect the High Cliff House,=
preparatory to opening negotiations for summer quarters. They inspected th=
e house itself, interviewed Thankful, strolled along the bluff admiring the=
view, and sampled a meal. Then, almost without exception, they agreed upon=
terms and selected rooms. That the house would be full from top to bottom =
by the first of July was now certain. But, as Imogene said to Captain Bangs=
, "If we lose five dollars a week on everyone of 'em that ain't nothin=
' to hurrah about, seems to me." The captain had not piloted any new b=
oarders to the High Cliff. Perhaps he thought, under the circumstances, thi=
s would be a doubtful kindness. But the time came when he did bring one the=
re. And the happenings leading to that result were these: It was a day in t=
he first week in June and Captain Obed, having business in Wellmouth Centre=
, had hired George Washington, Mrs. Barnes' horse, and the buggy and driven=
there. The business done he left the placid George moored to a hitching-po=
st by the postoffice and strolled over to the railway station to watch the =
noon train come in. The train was, of course, late, but not very late in th=
is instance, and the few passengers alighted on the station platform. The c=
aptain, seated on the baggage-truck, noticed one of these passengers in par=
ticular. He was a young fellow, smooth-faced and tall, and as, suitcase in =
hand, he swung from the last car and strode up the platform it seemed to Ca=
ptain Obed as if there was something oddly familiar in that stride and the =
set of his square shoulders. His face, too, seemed familiar. The captain fe=
lt as if he should recognize him--but he did not. He came swinging on until=
he was opposite the baggage-truck. Then he stopped and looked searchingly =
at the bulky form of the man seated upon it. He stepped closer and looked a=
gain. Then, with a twinkle in his quiet gray eye, he did a most amazing thi=
ng--he began to sing. To sing--not loudly, of course, but rather under his =
breath. And this is what he sang:</p>=20
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