Ramshackle House - Hulbert Footner - ebook

Ramshackle House ebook

Hulbert Footner

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Traveling through southern Florida, a New Yorker Don Counsel is being framed by Ernest Riever for a murder he did not commit. Riever is holding the real killer captive on his yacht while detectives are searching for Counsel. Meanwhile a young Pen Broome tries to help Counsel out. Riever’s men find Counsel and trap him in a ballast bulkhead, but Pen rescues him. Will Counsel be able to prove his innocence?

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Contents

I. THE CANOEIST

II. THE STORY IN THE SUN PAPER

III. AN IRRUPTION FROM THE WORLD

IV. BESIDE THE LITTLE TEMPLE

V. ON BOARD THE ALEXANDRA

VI. MOONLIGHT

VII. THE TRIP TO TOWN

VIII. THE RETURN

IX. THE NIGHT LONG

X. DAYS OF SUSPENSE

XI. PEN'S HAND IS FORCED

XII. THE ALEXANDRA SAILS AWAY

XIII. IN CHAMBERS

XIV. EXTRA!

XV. POSTSCRIPT

I. THE CANOEIST

BROOME’S POINT proper is a crescent-shaped spit of sand separating the mouth of the Pocomico River from the waters of Chesapeake Bay. The end of the spit is decorated with one of those odd structures that our lighthouse service is so partial to, an octagonal house mounted on spreading, spindly piles, the whole looking uncommonly like a spider. The Broome estate comprises all the high ground back of the spit for upwards of four miles up the bay shore and a mile along the river. The mansion stands proudly on a bold bluff overlooking the river mouth. It is one of those square packing-boxes with a “cupalow” so popular with the builders of the sixties. It has never been painted since the first time and its once white face is streaked with rust from the gutters like the marks left by tears on dirty cheeks. One of the snuggest anchorages on the coast is under the bank upon which it stands. The river mouth itself forms a great basin three miles across in which all the navies of the world might ride. One shore of it is as wild and deserted as the other. A mile or so up the river lies Absolom’s Island with its oystering village, connected with the hinterland by a causeway.

On Decoration Day there was a battle-ship lying in the river. As Pen Broome flew in and out of the big house upon her interminable chores she had a distant view of the holiday crowds on the green common of the Island. Black and white splotches represented the game of ball that was going on between the island boys and the sailors and black dots stood for the automobiles of week-end trippers from the great world. Later Pen knew there had been a church supper under the big linden trees alongside the parsonage, and at night a dance up the county. Ordinarily Pen was not given to resenting her lot; she was too busy. She had no personal interest in sailors nor in the island boys, and very little in the county people, her own sort. But to-day the spectacle of holiday-making brought an unbearable gnawing to her breast. She was twenty-four.

Pen was no tame and pathetic figure. She was the sort of youngster that is made savage by pain. Consequently next morning there was thunder in the air at Broome’s Point. Pen’s storms were rare and rather terrible. They cleared the air wonderfully. Perhaps it would have been better for that slack household if they had broken oftener. Black Aunt Maria Garner seeing her mistress’ face, rolled the whites of her eyes apprehensively, and propelled her unwieldy bulk about the kitchen with a surprising celerity. She said cooingly:

“Honey, Ah’m gwine beat yo’ up nice li’l cheese souffle fo’ yo’ lunch!”

“Go along with you, Aunt Maria!” cried Pen with an exasperated laugh. “I’m not going to be taken in with your cheese souffles! If you want to please me get your work done! Look at this kitchen!”

“‘Deed honey, Ah done come at sun-up this mawnin’. Deed I doggone swear did I!”

“What good is your coming at sun-up or sun-down if you only rock your fat body on a chair and smoke that filthy pipe!”

“Miss Penny, honey, I got the mos’ awfulles’ misehy...”

“That’s enough of your misery. When I came in that door you started to move as spry as a kitten after its tail!”

At this moment the head of Theodo’, Aunt Maria’s sixth or thereabouts, appeared outside the kitchen window. Aunt Maria unseen by Pen silently and frantically waved him back, but his momentum was too great. He came on in with his foolish, engaging grin.

Pen whirled around.

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