Part 21 (2/2)
CHAPTER XV
”MARTIN'S GIRL”
If the securing of the coveted school, the a.s.surance of the good will and support of the patrons and directors, and the love of the dear home folks was a combination of blessings ample enough to bring perfect happiness, then Amanda Reist should have been in that state during the long summer months of her vacation. But, after the perverseness of human nature, there was one thing lacking, only one--her knight, Martin Landis.
During the long, bright summer days Amanda worked on the farm, helped Millie faithfully, but she was never so busily occupied with manual labor that she did not take time now and then to sit idly under some tree and dream, adding new and wonderful turrets to her golden castles in Spain.
She remembered with a whimsical, wistful smile the pathetic Romance of the Swan's Nest and the musing of Little Ellie--
”I will have a lover, Riding on a steed of steeds; He shall love me without guile, And to him I will discover The swan's nest among the reeds.
”And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be n.o.ble”--
and so on, into a rhapsody of the valor of her lover, such as only a romantic child could picture. But, alas! As the dream comes to the grand climax and Little Ellie, ”Her smile not yet ended,” goes to see what more eggs were with the two in the swan's nest, she finds,
”Lo, the wild swan had deserted, And a rat had gnawed the reeds!”
Was it usually like that? Amanda wondered. Were reality and dreams never coincident? Was the romance of youth just a pretty bubble whose rainbow tints would soon be pierced and vanish into vapor? Castles in Spain--were they so ethereal that never by any chance could they--at least some semblance to them--be duplicated in reality?
”I'll hold on to my castles in Spain!” she cried to her heart. ”I'll keep on hoping, I won't let go,” she said, as though, like Jacob of old, she were wrestling for a blessing.
Many afternoons she brought her sewing to the front porch and sat there as Martin pa.s.sed by on his way home from the day's work at Lancaster.
His cordial, ”h.e.l.lo” was friendly enough but it afforded scant joy to the girl who knew that all his leisure hours were spent with the attractive Isabel Souders.
Martin was friendly enough, but that was handing her a stone when she wanted bread.
One June morning she was working in the yard as he went by on his way to the bank. A great bunch of his mother's pink spice roses was in his arm. He was earlier, too, than usual. Probably he was taking the flowers to Isabel.
”h.e.l.lo,” he called to the girl. ”You're almost a stranger, Amanda.”
He was not close enough to see the tremble of her lips as she called back, ”Not quite, I hope.”
”Well, Mother said this morning that she has not seen you for several weeks. You used to come down to play with the babies but now your visits are few and far between. Mother said she misses you, Amanda. Why don't you run down to see her when you have time?”
”All right, Martin, I will. It is some time since I've had a good visit with your mother. I'll be down soon.”
”Do, she'll be glad,” he said and went down the road to the trolley.
”Almost a stranger,” mused the girl after he was gone. Then she thought of the old maid who had answered a query thus, ”Why ain't I married?
Goodness knows, it ain't my fault!” Amanda's saving sense of humor came to her rescue and banished the tears.
”Guess I'll run over to see Mrs. Landis a while this afternoon. It is a long time since I've been there. I do enjoy being with her. She's such a cheerful person. The work and noise of nine children doesn't bother her a bit. I don't believe she knows what nerves are.”
That afternoon Amanda walked down the country road, past the Crow Hill schoolhouse, to the Landis farm. As she came to the barn-yard she heard Emma, the youngest Landis child, crying and an older boy chiding, ”Ah, you big baby! Crying about a pinched finger! Can't you act like a soldier?”
”But girls--don't be soldiers,” said the hurt child, sobbing in childish pain.
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