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If persons not directly concerned in the ten thousand dollar legacy were surprised what word can adequately describe the emotion of Martin Landis when Amandaâs verbal report of it was duly confirmed by a legal notice from the lawyer!
âGood guns, Mom!â the man said in astonishment. âI canât make it out! I canât get head nor tail out the thing. What ailed Becky, anyhow? To do a thing like that! I feel kinda mean takinâ so much money. It ought to go to Amos and Mary. They got five thousand apiece and somebody said the farms will bring more than Becky thought and by the time they are sold and everything divided Amos and Mary will get about eleven thousand each. Itâs right for them to get it, but it donât seem right for me to have it.â
But Millie soon paid a visit to the Landis home and repeated many of the things Aunt Rebecca had told her those last evenings by the light of the little oil lamp. âShe said, Mr. Landis, that one day she was lookinâ at the big Bible and come across an old valentine you sent her when you and she was young. It said on it, âIf I had the world Iâd give you half of it.â And that set her thinkinâ what a nice surprise she could fix up if sheâd will you some of her money. And she said, too, that Jonas was a good man but it worried her that she broke off with a poor man to marry a rich one when she liked the poor one best. I guess all that made her so queer and crabbit. She never let on when she was well that she wished sheâd married you but when she come to die she didnât care much if it was found out. You just take that there money and enjoy it; thatâs what Rebecca wanted you should do.â
âYes, I guess she wanted me to have it,â the man said thoughtfully. âBut it beats me why she did it. Why, Iâd almost forgot that I ever kept company with her and was promised to marry her. Itâs so long ago.â
âMen do forget,â said Millie. âI guess itâs the women that remember. But the moneyâs for you, thatâs her will, and she said I should be sure to see that the will is carried out and that the money goes where she said.â
âYesâwe can use it. Weâll be glad for it. I wish I could say thanks to Becky for it. It donât seem right by Amos and Mary, though.â
âAch, they donât need it. They got lots aâready. The only ones that begrudge it are the relations of Jonas. None of them come to shake up a pillow for poor Rebecca or bring her an orange or get her a drink of water, but they come when the will was read. I just like to see such people get fooled! They wanted a lot and got a little and you didnât expect nothinâ and look what you got! Thereâs some nice surprises in the world, for all, ainât!â
That summer Martin Landis was well pleased with the world in general. He enjoyed his work at the bank, where his cordiality and adeptness, his alert, receptive mind, were laying for him a strong foundation for a successful career.
He called often at the home of Isabel Souders, listened to her playing, made one in an occasional game of cards, escorted her to musicals and dramas. He played and talked and laughed with her, but he soon discovered that he could not interest her in any serious matter. At the mention of his work, beyond the merest superficialities, she lifted her hands and said in laughing tones, âPlease, Martin, donât talk shop! Father never does. Iâm like Mother, I donât want to hear the petty details of money-makingâall that interests me is the money itself. Dad says Iâm spoiledâI suppose I am.â
At such times the troublesome memory of his fatherâs words came to him, âYou need a wife that will work with you and be a partner and not fail you when trouble comes.â Try as he would the young man could not obliterate those haunting words from his brain. Sometimes he felt almost convinced in his own heart that he loved Isabel Soudersâshe was so appealing and charming and, while she rebuffed his confidences about his work, nevertheless showed so deep an interest in him generally, that he was temporarily blinded by it and excused her lack of real interest on the world-old ground that pretty women are not supposed to bother about prosaic affairs of the male wage-earners of the race.
There were moments when her beauty so thrilled him that he felt moved to tell her he loved her and wanted to marry her, but somewhere in the subconscious mind of him must have dwelt the succinct words of the poster, âWhen in doubt, donât!â So the moments of fascination passed and the words of love were left unsaid.
âSome day,â he thought, âIâll know, Iâll be sure. It will probably come to me like a flash of lightning whether I love her or not. I shouldnât be so undecided. I think if it were the real thing I feel for her there would be not the shadow of a doubt in my heart concerning it. A man should feel that the woman he wants to marry is the only one in the universe for him. Somehow, I canât feel that about her. But thereâs no hurry about marrying. Weâll just go on being capital friends. Meanwhile I can be saving money so that if the time comes when I marry Iâll be able to support a wife. Things look pretty rosy for me at present. Since Father is fixed with that legacy and the boys are old enough to take my place on the farm I have time to study and advance. Iâm in luck all around; guess I got a horseshoe round my neck!â
But the emblem of good luck must have soon lost its potency. The bank force was surprised one day by an unexpected examination of the books.
âWhatâs the trouble?â asked Martin of another worker in the bank.
âI donât know. Ask old Buehlor. He acts as though he knew.â
Martin approached the gray-haired president, who was stamping about his place like an angry dog on leash. âAnything the matter, sir? Can I help in any way?â
âWhy, yes, there seems to be,â he snapped. âCome in, Landis.â He opened the door of his private office and Martin followed him inside. He gave one long look into the face of the young manââIâm going to tell you. Perhaps you can make things easier for us to adjust in case thereâs anything wrong. An investigation has been ordered. One of our heaviest depositors seems to have some inside information that some one is spending the bankâs money for personal use.â
âGood guns! In this bank? A thief?â Horror was printed on the face of Martin.
The man opposite searched that face. âYesâI might as well tell youâI feel like a brute to do soâif itâs false itâs a damnable trick, for such a thing is a fiendish calumny for an honest man to bearâyouâre the man under suspicion.â
Martin sat up, his eyes wide in horror, then his chest collapsed and his neck felt limber. âOh, my God,â he whispered, as though in appeal to the Infinite Father of Mercy and Justice, âwhat a thing to say about me! What a lie!â
âItâs a lie?â asked the older man tersely.
âAbsolutely! Iâve never stolen anything since the days I wore short pants and climbed the neighborsâ trees for apples. Who says it?â
âWell, I canât divulge that now. Perhaps later.â
Martin groaned. To be branded a thief was more than he could bear. His face went whiter.
âSee here,â said the old man, âI almost shocked you to death, but I had a purpose in it. I couldnât believe that of you and knew Iâd be able to read your face. You know, I believe you! Itâs all some infernal mistake or plot. Youâre not a clever enough actor to feign such distress and innocence. Go out and get some air and come back to-morrow morning. Iâll stand for you in the meantime. I believe in you.â
âThank you, sir,â Martin managed to blurt out between dry lips that seemed almost paralyzed. âIâll be back in the morning. Hope youâll find Iâm telling the truth.â
He walked as a somnambulist down the street. In his misery he thought of Isabel Souders. He would go to her for comfort. Sheâd understand and believe in him! He yearned like a hurt child for the love and tenderness of some one who could comfort him and sweep the demons of distress from his soul. He wanted to see Isabel, only Isabel! He felt relieved that no older member of the household was at home at that time, that the colored servant who answered his ring at the bell said Isabel was alone and would see him at once.
âWhatâs wrong?â the girl asked as she entered the room where he waited for her. âYou look half dead!â
âI am, Isabel,â he said chokingly. âIâve had a death-blow. They are accusing me of stealing the bankâs money.â
âOh, Martin! Oh, how dreadful! Iâll never forgive you!â The girl spoke in tearful voice. âHow perfectly dreadful to have such a thing said after Father got you into the bank! Your reputation is ruined for life! You can never live down such a disgrace.â
âBut I didnât do it!â he cried. âYou must know I couldnât have done it!â
âOh, I suppose you didnât if you say so, but people always are ready to say that where thereâs smoke there must be some fire! Oh, dear, people know youâre a friend of mine and next thing the papers will link our names in the notoriety andâoh, what a dreadful thing to happen! Theyâll print horrible things about you and may drag me into it, too! Say you spent the money on me, or something like that! Father will be so mortified and sorry he helped you. Oh, dear, I think itâs dreadful, dreadful!â She burst into weeping.
As Martin watched her and listened to her utterly selfish words, in spite of the misery in his heart, he was keenly conscious that she was being weighed in the balance and found wanting. The lightning flash had come to him and revealed how impotent she was, how shallow and selfish.
âWell, donât cry about it,â he said, half bitterly, yet too crushed to be aught but gentle. âIt wonât hurt you. Iâll see to that. If thereâs anything to bear Iâll bear it alone. My shoulders are broad.â
There was more futile exchange of words, words that lacked any comfort or hope for the broken-hearted man. Martin soon left and started for his home.
Homeâhe couldnât go there and tell his people that he was suspected of a crime. Homeâits old sweet meaning would be changed for all of them if one of its flock was blackened.
He flurried
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