GALUSHA THE MAGNIFICENT by JOSEPH C. LINCOLN GALUSHA THE MAGNIFICENT CHAPTER I Mr. Horatio Pulcifer was on his way home. It was half-past five
of a foggy, gray afternoon in early October; it had rained the
previous day and a part of the day before that and it looked
extremely likely to rain again at any moment. The road between
Wellmouth Centre, the village in which Mr. Pulcifer had been
spending the afternoon, and East Wellmouth, the community which he
honored with his residence, was wet and sloppy; there were little
puddles in the hollows of the macadam and the ruts and depressions
in the sand on either side were miniature lakes. The groves of
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