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Appel chanced to select the same slice of ham neither seemed disposed to relinquish it but displayed considerable spirit as they pulled until it gave way in its weakest sector, leaving Mr. Appel with only an inch of fat between his thumb and finger. He regarded his portion with chagrin while Miss Gaskett went off triumphantly to make a sandwich. Mr.
Henry Appel, after consulting with his wife, got up abruptly and went inside for the purpose of having a plain talk with Mr. Cone. Mr. Cone, who was making out the weekly bills, pretended not to see him until he cleared his throat and said very distinctly: "May I have your attention, Mr. Cone?" Quaking, Mr. Cone stepped forward briskly and apologized. Ignoring the apology, Mr.
Cone determined to give them forty-eight hours longer, and if by then he had no word from them, of course there was nothing to think but that the one-time pleasant relations were ended forever. There were strangers aplenty, the "newcomers" had arrived, and Miss Mary Macpherson, but he wanted to see Henry Appel sitting on his veranda, and Mrs.
Budlong and "C. D.," and Miss Mattie Gaskett in fact, he missed one not more than another. What did it matter, after all, he reflected, if "Cutie" had kittens in the linen closet, and that Mrs. Appel used the hotel soap to do her laundry? As Mr.
No one could doubt but that the change was genuine when he not only received the criticism meekly but actually thanked her for calling his attention to it. Thus encouraged, Mr. Appel declared that he wished he would not fry the ham to chips and boil the "daylights" out of the coffee. Mr. Hicks bowed servilely and replied that he would try to remember in future. Mrs.
The guests shook hands with the boys and congratulated them; they examined the War Cross that Pinkey produced reluctantly from the bottom of the flour-sack in which he carried his clothing, and finally Mr. Appel presented the purse in a speech to which nobody listened and the Smith boy shocked everybody by his extravagance when he gave five of it to the driver of the laundry wagon.
"Is it anything in particular anything which I can remedy? Perhaps you will reconsider." Mr. Cone pleaded, looking from one to the other. "Last night at dinner" Mrs. Appel eyed him accusingly "I found an eyewinker in the hard sauce." Mr. Cone stammered: "I'm v-very sorry it was not my eyewinker such things will happen I will speak to the pastry cook and ask him to be careful " Mr.
Still choking, still bellowing, he scrambled to his feet, an ungainly embodiment of mortal agitation, and ran for the door. But Mr. Geltfin beat him to it and through it, Quinlan and Appel following in the order named. Outside their chief fell up against a wall, panting and wheezing for breath, his face swollen and all congested with purple spots.
Penrose, was a Sproat " "Shoat?" Old Mr. Penrose, who complained of a pounding in his ears, was not hearing so well in the high altitude. Mr. Appel and Pinkey tittered, which nettled Mr. Stott and he shouted: "Sproat! An old Philadelphia family." "Oh, yes," Mr. Penrose recollected. "I recall Amanda Sproat she married a stevedore. Your sister?" Mr.
"I could have done as well myself if I had been able to get there." He added speculatively: "I suppose Canby and Miss Spenceley are engaged by now or married. Wallie hasn't mentioned it in his letters, has he?" Miss Macpherson replied in the negative. "He might not, anyway," remarked Mrs. Appel. "Helene was a nice girl, and attractive, but I could see that she did not interest him." Mrs.
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