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Show page 122 was smaller then. And the town too. This is all the past, the ruins of my family mansion, the chiggerweeds, and yes, the sounds of the harp. I heard the sounds. The past is haunting. What does the past do for us, Pastor Campbell?" "It's of dubious value, Mr. Wilhoyt," said Campbell. Wilhoyt entered his car, from it spoke to Campbell again: "I'll see you in a year, or a hundred, I don't know. I'll have to tell my mother, Edith, younger sister of Rebecca, about all this." Campbell said goodbye, stepped to his pickup truck and drove uphill toward the church. Everyone had gone. He stopped at the ruins of the old mansion to pick up the box of recorder equipment. The music had been beautiful; Durango knew his business. Campbell swept away vines covering the box, to lift it out. One vine was bent, tensioned, and would not pull away. Campbell lifted the box again. The vine was still caught. He set the box down. Following the vine with his fingers, he saw that one end of the vine was caught in the main switch. He released it and with his equipment returned to his truck. Pastor Campbell was halfway into town, to Durango's, before he realized that the vine he had released, the vine caught in the switch, had kept the recorder from playing, that there was no part of the tape on the receiver spool of the recorder. |
