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Terriberry had engaged other help for the occasion and all the afternoon of the day set Essie Tisdale waited for the tardy invitation which she told herself was an oversight. She could not believe that Augusta Kunkel, who was indebted to her for more good times than she ever had had in her uneventful life, could find it in her heart to slight her.
He groped for his napkin while he compressed his lips in an heroic effort to retain the hot and bitter coffee, but instead he grabbed the hanging edge of the table-cloth. His pitiful eyes were fixed upon the coldly disapproving face of Andy P. Symes, but there is a limit to human endurance and Adolph Kunkel quickly reached it.
Some time he meant to ask Grandmother Kunkel why she so resented Dr. Harpe's presence. Dr. Harpe was seated in a porch chair, with one leg thrown over the arm, swinging her dangling foot, when Mrs. Symes appeared. She turned her head and eyed her critically, as she stood in the doorway. "Gus, you're gettin' to be a looker." Mrs. Symes smiled with pleasure at the compliment.
"Not alone." "Hi, Doc!" Kunkel pointed to a straight, black pillar of smoke rising at the station, and yelled in local parlance: "Look there! Your beau's come! That's the Van Lennop Special!" "She ain't here." Nell Beecroft, with arms akimbo, blocked the hospital door. "Upon your honor, Nell?" She looked the sheriff squarely in the eyes. "Upon my honor, Dan."
I've been so busy getting settled and all but now I mean to keep a servant and shall have more time." Mrs. Jackson had read of ladies who kept servants but never had hoped to know one. "Where you goin' to git it? From Omyhaw or K. C.?" "Grandmother has promised to come to me," said Mrs. Symes languidly. Mrs. Jackson's jaw dropped. "Gramma Kunkel ain't a servant, is she? she's 'help."
Adolph Kunkel whispered the reminiscence behind the back of his hand. "My real favorite is bean soup," admitted Mr. Terriberry, and Mrs. Terriberry looked mortified at this confession of her husband's vulgar preferences. "It's very nourishing," declared Mrs. Starr tremulously. "And delicious, too, when properly served." Mrs. Percy Parrott curled her little finger elegantly and toyed with a spoon.
She was resting one day in her new office in the hospital after a long drive along the ditch, and from her window she watched Van Lennop at the Kunkel blacksmith shop across the street.
It recalled, however, an incident which had amused him, though it had since slipped his mind. He had found a pie in his writing desk and had asked Grandma Kunkel, who still formed a part of his unique ménage, for an explanation. "I'm hidin' it," she had answered shortly. "From whom?" "Dr. Harpe. I have to do it if I want anything for the next meal. She helps herself. She's got an awful appetite."
Such of the prisoners as escaped after months of suffering with health sufficient for future usefulness in the field often re-enlisted, burning for revenge. Mr. Scharf, in his "History of Western Maryland," speaks of Colonel William Kunkel, who had served in Prussia, and emigrated to America about the year 1732. He first settled in Lancaster, Pa., but afterwards moved to Western Maryland.
Sometimes she thought of Augusta Kunkel and a derisive smile always curved her lips as she attempted to picture her in a worldly setting and the smile grew when she tried to imagine Symes's sensations while presenting her to his friends.
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