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âTo you, yes! But not to him! Mr. Mertzheimer knows well enough where that money came from. My father had a legacy of ten thousand dollars this spring. You people could have found that out with very little trouble.â
âWeâre a pack of asinine blunderers, Landis!â Mr. Buehlor looked foolish. Then he sighed relievedly. âThat clears matters for you. Iâm glad. I couldnât conceive of you as anything but honest, Landis. But tell me about that legacyâa pretty nice sum.â
âItâs a romantic little story. An old sweetheart of my father, one who must have carried under her prickly exterior a bit of tender romance and who liked to do things other people never dreamed of doing, left him ten thousand dollars. She was a queer old body. Had no direct heirs, so she left Father ten thousand dollars for a little remembrance! It was that honest money that paid for the conveniences in our house, the second-hand car Father bought and the Victrola he gave Mother because we are all crazy for music and had nothing to create any melody except an old parlor organ that sounded wheezy after nine babies had played on it.â
âLandis, forgive me; weâre a set of fools!â The old man extended his hand and looked humbly into the face of Martin. The two gripped hands, each feeling emotion too great for words.
After a momentâs silence Mr. Buehlor spoke.
âThis goes no farther. Your reputation is as safe as mine. If I have anything to say youâll be eligible for the first vacancy in the line of advancement. As for that Mertzheimer, he can withdraw his account from our bank to-day for all we care. We can do business without him. But it puzzles meâwhat object did he have? If he knew of the legacy, and he certainly did, he must have known you were O.K. Is he an enemy of yours?â
âNot particularly. I never liked his son but we never had any real tilts.â
âYou donât happen to want the same girl he wants, or anything like that?â
âNoâwell nowâwhy, I donât know!â A sudden revelation came to Martin. Perhaps Lyman thought he had a rival in him. That would explain much. âThereâs a son, as I said, and we know a girl I think heâs been crazy about for years. Perhaps he thinks Iâm after her, too.â
âI see,â chuckled the old man. âWell, if the girlâs the right sort she wonât have to toss a penny to decide which one to choose.â He noted the embarrassment of Martin and changed the subject.
But later in the afternoon as Martin walked down the road from the trolley and drew near the Reist farmhouse the old manâs words recurred to him. Why, heâd known Amanda Reist all his life! He had never dreamed she could comfort and help a man as she had done that morning in the woods. Amanda was a fine girl, a great pal, a woman with a heart.
Now Isabelâa great disgust rose in him for the sniveling, selfish little thing and her impotence in the face of his trouble. âSheâs just the kind to play with,â he thought, âjust a doll, and like the doll, has as much heart as a thing stuffed with sawdust can have. I guess it took this jolt to wake me up and know that Isabel Souders is not the type of girl for me.â
When he reached the Reist home he found Amanda and her Uncle Amos on the porch.
âOh, itâs all right!â the girl cried as he came into the yard. âI can read it in your face.â Gladness rang in her voice like a bell.
âItâs all right,â Martin told her.
âGood! Iâm glad,â said Uncle Amos while Amanda smiled her happiness.
âWas I right?â she asked. âWas it the work of Mertzheimers?â
âIt was. They must hate me like poison.â
âAch, heâs a copperhead,â said Uncle Amos. âHeâs so pesky low and mean he canât bear to see any one else be honest. Youâre gettinâ up too far to suit him. Itâs always so that when abody climbs up the ladder a little thereâs some settinâ at the foot ready to joggle it, and the higher abody climbs the more are there to help try to shake you down. I guess thereâs mean people everywheres, even in this here beautiful Garden Spot. But to my notion you got to just go on doinâ right and not mind âem. Theyâll get what they earn some day. Nobody has yet sowed weeds and got a crop of potatoes from it.â
âBut,â said the girl, âI canât understand it. The Mertzheimer people come from good families and they have certainly been taught to be different. I canât see where they get their mean streak. With all their money and chance to improve and opportunities for education and cultureââ
âAch, moneyââsaid Uncle Amosââwhat good does money do them if they donât have the right mind to use it? My granny used to say still you can tie a silk ribbon round a pigâs neck but sheâll wallow in the dirt just the same first chance sheâll get. I guess some people are like that. Well, Martin, Iâm goinâ in to tell Millieâthe womenâitâs all right with you. They was so upset about it. And wonât Millie talk!â He chuckled at the thought of what that staunch woman would say about Mr. Mertzheimer. âMillie can hit the nail on the head pretty good, pretty good,â he said as he ambled into the house.
Martin lingered on the porch with Amanda till the sound of the Landis supper bell called him home.
The following afternoon little Katie Landis came running down the road and in at the Reist gate. She greeted Amanda with, âMom says you got to come to our place for supper.â
âTo-day?â
âYes. Sheâs goinâ to kill two chickens and have a big time and she wants you to come.â
âAnybody coming? Any company?â
âNo, just you.â
âAll right. Tell Mother I said thank you and Iâll be glad to come.â
âAll right, Iâll run and tell her. Iâm in a hurry, for me and Emmaâs playinâ house and I got to get back to my children before they miss me and set up a howlinâ.â She looked very serious as she ran off down the lane, Amanda smiling after her.
Later, as the girl went down the road to the Landis home she wondered whose birthday it might be, or what the cause of celebration. The child had been in such great hasteâbut what matter the significance of the festivity so long as she was asked to enjoy it!
âHereâs Amanda!â shouted several of the children gleefully, very boldly dropping the Miss they were obliged to use during school hours.
The guest found Mrs. Landis stirring up a blackberry pone, the three youngest Landis children watching the progress of it.
âOh, hello, Amanda. Iâm glad you got here early. Look at these children, all waitinâ for the dish to lick. Donât it beat all how children like raw dough! I used to, but I wouldnât eat it now if you paid me.â
âSo did I. Millie chased me many a time.â
âWell, peopleâs tastes change in more than one way when they get older. I guess itâs a good thing. Here, Katie, take that doll off of that chair so Amanda can find a place to sit down. You got every chair in the house littered up with things. Ach, Amanda, I scold still about their things laying round but I guess folks that ainât got children would sometimes be glad if they could see toys and things round the place. They get big soon enough and the dolls are put away. My, this will be an awful lonely house when the children all grow up! Iâd rather see it this way, with their things scattered all around. But the boys are worse than the girls. What Charlie donât have in his pants pocket ainât in the âcyclopedia. Martin was that way, too. He had an old box in the wood-shed and it was stuffed with all the twine and wire and nails he could find. But now, Amanda, ainât it good he got that all made right at the bank so they know he ainât a thief?
My, that was an awful sin for Mr. Mertzheimer to make our Mart out a thief! I just wonder how he could be so mean and ugly. I guess you wonder why I asked you up to-night. It ainât nothinâ special, just a little good time because Martin got proved honest again. I just said to Mister this morning that Iâm so glad for Martin I feel like makinâ something extra for supper and ask you up for you ainât been here for a meal for long.â
âItâs grand to ask me to it.â
âAch, we donât mind you. Youâre just like one of the family, abody might say. We wonât fix like for company, eat in the room or anything like that.â
âWell, I hope not. Iâm no company. Letâs eat in the kitchen and have everything just as you do when the familyâs alone.â
âYes,â agreed Mrs. Landis. âThat will be more homelike.â
Mary helped to set the table in the big kitchen.
âShall I lay the spoons on the table-cloth like we did when Isabel was here?â she asked her mother.
âBetter put them in the spoon-holder,â Amanda told her. âIâm no company.â
âIâm glad you ainât. I donât like tony company like that girl was. She put on too much when she talked. And she had the funniest cheeks! Once she wiped her face when it was hot and pink came off on her handkerchief.â
Amanda laughed and kept smiling as she helped the child set the table for supper. Later she offered her services to Mrs. Landis. Martin, coming in from the dusty road, found her before the stove, one of his motherâs gingham aprons tied around her waist, and turning sweet potatoes in a big iron pan.
âWhy, hello!â he said, pleasure written in his face. âKatie ran to meet me and said I couldnât guess who was here for supper. Has Mother got you working? Um,â he sniffed, âsmells awful much like chicken!â
âAch,â his mother told him, âyou just hold your nose shut a while! You and your pop can smell chicken off a mile. But you dare ring the supper bell, Martin, before you go up-stairs to wash, so your pop and the boys can come in now and get ready, too.â
Soon the savory, smoking dishes were all placed on the big table in the kitchen and the family with their guest gathered for the meal.
âAinât I dare keep my coat off, Mom?â asked Mr. Landis, his face flushed from a long hot day in the fields.
âWhy, yes, if Amanda donât care.â
âWhy should I? Look at my cool dress! Take your coat off, Martin. I never could see why men should roast while we keep comfortable.â
As Martin stripped the serge coat off he thought of that other dinner when coats were kept on and dinner eaten in âthe roomâ because of the presence of one who might take offense if she were expected to share the plain, everyday ways of the family. What a fool he had been! Their best efforts at style and convention must have looked very amateurish and incomplete to herâwhat a fool he had been!
âAh, that looks good!â Mr. Landis said after he had said grace and everybody waited for the food to be passed. âNow weâll just hand the platter around and let everybody help themselves, not so, Mom?â
âYes, thatâs all right. Start the potatoes
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