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"Do you mebbe leave her set up readin' books or such pamp'lets, ain't?" Mr. Getz inquired. "I make her go to bed early still," Mrs. Wackernagel said evasively, though her Mennonite conscience reproached her for such want of strict candor. "That dude teacher you got stayin' here mebbe gives her things to read, ain't?" Mr. Getz pursued his suspicions.
"And what must I call you?" the young man inquired. "My name's Wackernagel." "Miss or Mrs.?" "Well, I guess not MISS anyhow! I'm the mother of four!" "Oh, excuse me!" "Oh, that's all right!" responded Mrs. Wackernagel, amiably. "Well, I must go make supper now. You just make yourself at home that way." "May I go to my room?" "Now?" asked Mrs. Wackernagel, incredulously. "Before night?"
And he can put out elocution that it's something turrible!" "You are not a Mennonite, are you?" Fairchilds asked of the landlord. "No," responded Mr. Wackernagel, with a shrug. "I bothered a whole lot at one time about religion. Now I never bother." "We had Silas Trout to lead the singin' this morning," continued Mrs. Wackernagel. "I wisht I could sing by note, like him.
"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.
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.
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 could break bread without reproach with all her unconverted household; but not with a backslider for the prohibition was intended as a discipline, imposed in all love, to bring the recalcitrant member back into the fold. That afternoon, Tillie and the teacher took a walk together in the snow-covered woods. "It all seems so extraordinary, so inexplicable!"
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!
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