Part 11 (2/2)
Just here it was that Miss Margaret had her triumph, which she was quite human enough to thoroughly enjoy.
”You won't have a chance to reelect me, for I am going to resign at the end of the term. I am going to be married the week after school closes.”
Never had Mr. Getz felt himself so foiled. Never before had any one subject in any degree to his authority so neatly eluded a reckoning at his hands. A tingling sensation ran along his arm and he had to restrain his impulse to lift it, grasp this slender creature standing so fearlessly before him, and thoroughly shake her.
”Who's the party?” asked Mrs. Getz, curiously. ”It never got put out that you was promised. I ain't heard you had any steady comp'ny. To be sure, some says the Doc likes you pretty good. Is it now, mebbe, the Doc? But no,” she shook her head; ”Mister's sister Em at the hotel would have tole me. Is it some one where lives around here?”
”I don't mind telling you,” Miss Margaret graciously answered, realizing that her reply would greatly increase Mr. Getz's sense of defeat. ”It is Mr. Lansing, a nephew of the State Superintendent of schools and a professor at the Millersville Normal School.”
”Well, now just look!” Mrs. Getz exclaimed wonderingly. ”Such a tony party! The State Superintendent's nephew! That's even a more way-up person than what the county superintendent is! Ain't? Well, who'd 'a'
thought!”
”Miss Margaret!” Tillie breathed, gazing up at her, her eyes wide and strained with distress, ”if you go away and get married, won't I NEVER see you no more?”
”But, dear, I shall live so near--at the Normal School only a few miles away. You can come to see me often.”
”But pop won't leave me, Miss Margaret--it costs too expensive to go wisiting, and I got to help with the work, still. O Miss Margaret!”
Tillie sobbed, as Margaret sat down and held the clinging child to her, ”I'll never see you no more after you go away!”
”Tillie, dear!” Margaret tried to soothe her. ”I 'll come to see YOU, then, if you can't come to see me. Listen, Tillie,--I've just thought of something.”
Suddenly she put the little girl from her and stood up.
”Let me take Tillie to live with me next fall at the Normal School.
Won't you do that, Mr. Getz!” she urged him. ”She could go to the preparatory school, and if we stay at Millersville, Dr. Lansing and I would try to have her go through the Normal School and graduate. Will you consent to it, Mr. Getz?”
”And who'd be payin' fur all this here?” Mr. Getz ironically inquired.
”Tillie could earn her own way as my little maid--helping me keep my few rooms in the Normal School building and doing my mending and darning for me. And you know after she was graduated she could earn her living as a teacher.”
Margaret saw the look of feverish eagerness with which Tillie heard this proposal and awaited the outcome.
Before her husband could answer, Mrs. Getz offered a weak protest.
”I hear the girls hired in town have to set away back in the kitchen and never dare set front--always away back, still. Tillie wouldn't like that. n.o.body would.”
”But I shall live in a small suite of rooms at the school--a library, a bedroom, a bath-room, and a small room next to mine that can be Tillie's bedroom. We shall take our meals in the school dining-room.”
”Well, that mebbe she wouldn't mind. But 'way back she wouldn't be satisfied to set. That's why the country girls don't like to hire in town, because they da.s.sent set front with the missus. Here last market-day Sophy Haberbush she conceited she'd like oncet to hire out in town, and she ast me would I go with her after market to see a lady that advertised in the newspaper fur a girl, and I sayed no, I wouldn't mind. So I went along. But Sophy she wouldn't take the place fur all.
She ast the lady could she have her country company, Sundays--he was her company fur four years now and she wouldn't like to give him up neither. She tole the lady her company goes, still, as early as eleven.
But the lady sayed her house must be darkened and locked at half-past ten a'ready. She ast me was I Sophy's mother and I sayed no, I'm nothin' to her but a neighbor woman. And she tole Sophy, when they eat, still, Sophy she couldn't eat along. I guess she thought Sophy Haberbush wasn't good enough. But she's as good as any person. Her mother's name is Smith before she was married, and them Smiths was well fixed. She sayed Sophy'd have to go in and out the back way and never out the front. Why, they say some of the town people's that proud, if the front door-bell rings and the missus is standin' right there by it, she won't open that there front door but wants her hired girl to come clear from the kitchen to open it. Yes, you mightn't b'lee me, but I heerd that a'ready. And Mary Hertzog she tole me when she hired out there fur a while one winter in town, why, one day she went to the missus and she says, 'There's two ladies in the parlor and I tole 'em you was helpin' in the kitchen,' and the missus she ast her, 'What fur did you tell 'em that? Why, I'm that ashamed I don't know how to walk in the parlor!' And Mary she ast the colored gentleman that worked there, what, now, did the missus mean?--and he sayed, 'Well, Mary, you've a heap to learn about the laws of society. Don't you know you must always leave on the ladies ain't doin' nothin'?' Mary sayed that colored gentleman was so wonderful intelligent that way. He'd been a restaurant waiter there fur a while and so was throwed in with the best people, and he was, now, that tony and high-minded! Och, I wouldn't hire in town! To be sure, Mister can do what he wants. Well,” she added, ”it's a quarter till five--I guess I'll put the peppermint on a while. Mister's folks'll be here till five.”
She moved away to the stove, and Margaret resumed her a.s.sault upon the stubborn ignorance of the father.
”Think, Mr. Getz, what a difference all this would make in Tillie's life,” she urged.
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