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Show page 112 Pastor Campbell ran into Radcliffe pacing the platform of our old freight depot. Campbell parked his e l e c t r i c a l service pickup truck beside Radcliffe's Cadillac, stepped out and inquired how things were coming on the new building, did he have any e l e c t r i c a l work for him, and most important would he, Radcliffe, sub-lease a l i t t l e plot of the Wilhoyt place to the Holiness folks. "Naw, Reverend, I can't do t h a t , " Radcliffe said impatiently. He looked down from the platform, his heavy-lidded eyes contemplative. "But I might give you the e l e c t r i c a l work. Now I got to get a whole new crew. Everybody left me, says the place is haunted, say they won't work there with that harp playing. You been around here a long time, Reverend, you ever hear such before, a harp playing, the place haunted?" " I t strikes me t h a t I have," Campbell replied, quickly. "Proud, a r i s t o c r a t i c folks, the Wilhoyts. Ranked with the Almonds, the Crenshaws, the Garths, the Palmers. When John Almond, J r . , returned from up north with his fine clothes and lawyer's degree - " "Yeah, I know, Reverend, that don't put a dime in my pocket," Radcliffe interrupted, looked up the tracks and saw a freight rounding the bend beyond the old passenger depot. "I got to pick up t h r e e drums brown s t a i n and other stuff and take i t out to the s i t e , Reverend. I got to get another crew working. And what's-his-name, Robert Wilhoyt, will be here in a few days to go over the lease papers." He turned and entered the depot as the t r a i n approached. |
