XV

THE WACKERNAGELS AT HOME

At the supper-table, the apparently inexhaustible topic of talk was the refusal of the Hersheys to receive the new teacher into the bosom of their family. A return to this theme again and again, on the part of the various members of the Wackernagel household, did not seem to lessen its interest for them, though the teacher himself did not take a very animated part in its discussion. Tillie realized, as with an absorbing interest she watched his fine face, that all he saw and heard here was as novel to him as the world whence he had come would be to her and her kindred and neighbors, could they be suddenly transplanted into it. Tillie had never looked upon any human countenance which seemed to express so much of that ideal world in which she lived her real life.

"To turn him off after he got there!" Mrs. Wackernagel exclaimed, reverting for the third time to the episode which had so excited the family. "And after Lizzie and Jonas they"d sayed he could come yet!"

"Well, I say!" Mr. Wackernagel shook his head, as though the story, even at its third recital, were full of surprises.

Mr. Wackernagel was a tall, raw-boned man with conspicuously large feet and hands. He wore his hair plastered back from his face in a unique, not to say distinguished style, which he privately considered highly becoming his position as the proprietor of the New Canaan Hotel. Mr.

Wackernagel"s self-satisfaction did indeed cover every detail of his life--from the elegant fashion of his hair to the quality of the whisky which he sold over the bar, and of which he never tired of boasting.

Not only was he entirely pleased with himself, but his good-natured satisfaction included all his possessions--his horse first, then his wife, his two daughters, his permanent boarder, "the Doc," and his wife"s niece Tillie. For people outside his own horizon, he had a tolerant but contemptuous pity.

Mr. Wackernagel and the doctor both sat at table in their shirt-sleeves, the proprietor wearing a clean white shirt (his extravagance and vanity in using two white shirts a week being one of the chief historical facts of the village), while the doctor was wont to appear in a brown cotton shirt, the appearance of which suggested the hostler rather than the physician.

That Fairchilds should "eat in his coat" placed him, in the eyes of the Wackernagels, on the high social plane of the drummers from the city, many of whom yearly visited the town with their wares.

"And Teacher he didn"t press "em none, up at Jonas Hershey"s, to take him in, neither, he says," Mrs. Wackernagel pursued.

"He says?" repeated Mr. Wackernagel, inquiringly. "Well, that"s like what I was, too, when I was a young man," he boasted. "If I thought I ain"t wanted when I went to see a young lady--if she pa.s.sed any insinyations--she never wasn"t worried with ME ag"in!"

"I guess Lizzie"s spited that Teacher"s stoppin" at our place," giggled Rebecca, her pretty face rosy with pleasurable excitement in the turn affairs had taken. She sat directly opposite Mr. Fairchilds, while Amanda had the chair at his side.

Tillie could see that the young man"s eyes rested occasionally upon the handsome, womanly form of her very good-looking cousin Amanda. Men always looked at Amanda a great deal, Tillie had often observed. The fact had never before had any special significance for her.

"Are you from Lancaster, or wherever?" the doctor inquired of Mr.

Fairchilds.

"From Connecticut," he replied in a tone that indefinably, but unmistakably checked further questioning.

"Now think! So fur off as that!"

"Yes, ain"t!" exclaimed Mrs. Wackernagel. "It"s a wonder a body"d ever be contented to live that fur off."

"We"re had strangers here in this HOtel," Mr. Wackernagel began to brag, while he industriously ate of his fried sausage and fried potatoes, "from as fur away as Illinois yet! And from as fur south as down in Maine! Yes, indeed! Ain"t, mom?" he demanded of his wife.

"Och, yes, many"s the strange meals I cooked a"ready in this house. One week I cooked forty strange meals; say not, Abe?" she returned.

"Yes, I mind of that week. It was Mrs. Johnson and her daughter we had from Illinois and Mrs. Snyder from Maine," Abe explained to Mr.

Fairchilds. "And them Johnsons stayed the whole week."

"They stopped here while Mr. Johnson went over the county sellin"

milk-separators," added Mrs. Wackernagel. "And Abe he was in Lancaster that week, and the Doc he was over to East Donegal, and there was no man here except only us ladies! Do you mind, Rebecca?"

Eebecca nodded, her mouth too full for utterance.

"Mrs. Johnson she looked younger than her own daughter yet," Mrs.

Wackernagel related, with animation, innocent of any suspicion that the teacher might not find the subject of Mrs. Johnson as absorbing as she found it.

"There is nothing like good health as a preserver of youth," responded Fairchilds.

"HOtel-keepin" didn"t pay till we got the license," Mr. Wackernagel chatted confidentially to the stranger. "Mom, to be sure, she didn"t favor my havin" a bar, because she belonged to meetin". But I seen I couldn"t make nothin" if I didn"t. It was never no temptation to me--I was always among the whisky and I never got tight oncet. And it ain"t the hard work farmin" was. I had to give up followin" farmin". I got it so in my leg. Why, sometimes I can"t hardly walk no more."

"And can"t your doctor cure you?" Fairchilds asked, with a curious glance at the unkempt little man across the table.

"Och, yes, he"s helped me a heap a"ready. Him he"s as good a doctor as any they"re got in Lancaster even!" was the loyal response. "Here a couple months back, a lady over in East Donegal Township she had wrote him a letter over here, how the five different kinds of doses where he give her daughter done her so much good, and she was that grateful, she sayed she just felt indebted fur a letter to him! Ain"t, Doc? She sayed now her daughter"s engaged to be married and her mind"s more settled--and to be sure, that made somepin too. Yes, she sayed her gettin" engaged done her near as much good as the five different kind of doses done her."

"Are you an Allopath?" Fairchilds asked the doctor.

"I"m a Eclectic," he responded glibly. "And do you know, Teacher, I"d been practisin" that there style of medicine fur near twelve years before I knowed it was just to say the Eclectic School, you understand."

"Like Moliere"s prose-writer!" remarked the teacher, then smiled at himself for making such an allusion in such a place.

"Won"t you have some more sliced radishes, Teacher?" urged the hostess.

"I made a-plenty."

"No, I thank you," Fairchilds replied, with his little air of courtesy that so impressed the whole family. "I can"t eat radishes in the evening with impunity."

"But these is with WINEGAR," Mrs. Wackernagel corrected him.

Before Mr. Fairchilds could explain, Mr. Wackernagel broke in, confirming the doctor"s proud claim.

"Yes, Doc he"s a Eclectic," he repeated, evidently feeling that the fact reflected credit on the hotel. "You can see his sign on the side door."

"I was always interested in science," explained the doctor, under the manifest impression that he was continuing the subject. "Phe-non-e-ma.

That"s what I like. Odd things. I"m stuck on "em! Now this here wireless teleGRAPHY. I"m stuck on that, you bet! To me that there"s a phe-non-e-ma."

"Teacher," interrupted Mrs. Wackernagel, "you ain"t eatin" hearty.

Leave me give you some more sausage."

"If you please," Mr. Fairchilds bowed as he handed his plate to her.

"Why don"t you leave him help hisself," protested Mr. Wackernagel. "He won"t feel to make hisself at home if he can"t help hisself like as if he was one of us that way."

"Och, well," confessed Mrs. Wackernagel, "I just keep astin" him will he have more, so I can hear him speak his manners so nice." She laughed aloud at her own vanity. "You took notice of it too, Tillie, ain"t? You can"t eat fur lookin" at him!"

A tide of color swept Tillie"s face as the teacher, with a look of amus.e.m.e.nt, turned his eyes toward her end of the table. Her glance fell upon her plate, and she applied herself to cutting up her untouched sausage.

"Now, there"s Doc," remarked Amanda, critically, "he"s GOT good manners, but he don"t use "em."

"Och," said the doctor, "it ain"t worth while to trouble."

"I think it would be wonderful nice, Teacher," said Mrs. Wackernagel, "if you learnt them manners you got to your scholars this winter. I wisht "Manda and Rebecca knowed such manners. THEY"re to be your scholars this winter."

"Indeed?" said Fairchilds; "are they?"

""Manda there," said her father, "she"s so much fur actin" up you"ll have to keep her right by you to keep her straight, still."