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Updated: May 11, 2025
Until he died how would Andor and a penniless wife contrive to live? For Lakatos Pál was a miser and hoarded his money moreover, he was a confirmed bachelor and woman-hater; he would do nothing for Andor if the young man chose to marry. Ah, well! it was a pity! for a better-looking, better-matched pair could not be found in the whole county of Arad.
Mothers with marriageable daughters sighed nevertheless in vain. Andor was not for any of them. Andor had eyes only for Elsa. He had become an important man in the village now that his uncle was so ill and he was left to administer the old man's property; and he took his duties very earnestly in the intervals of courting Kapus Elsa. As to this no one had cause to make any objection.
People had told him that at the banquet to-day Erös Béla had been very attentive, so one of his jealous fits was on him." "Not without cause, I imagine," said Andor, with a sarcastic laugh. "Of course you would stick up for him," she retorted; "men always band themselves together against an unfortunate girl. But Leo has behaved like a brute.
"For good?" she repeated slowly. "Let me take you away, Elsa," he entreated, "away from here. Leave all these rough, indifferent and selfish folk. Come out with me to Australia, and let all these people be." At first, of course, she didn't understand him; but gradually his meaning became clear and she gave one long, horrified gasp. "Andor! How can you?"
And among those two hundred hearts none felt the need for prayer more than Andor and Elsa. They had left affliction behind them, they stood upon the threshold of a new life where happiness alone beckoned to them, and sorrow and parting lay vanquished behind the gates of the past. But in spite, or perhaps because, of this happiness which beckoned so near now, there was a tinge of sadness in their hearts, that sadness which always comes with joy once extreme youth has gone by .
"Let her tell her story her own way," rejoined Elsa, with the same strange quiet which seemed now to envelop her soul. "There's nothing more to tell," retorted Klara. "Nothing, at any rate, that you haven't guessed already. I told Andor all about Count Feri and the key, and how terrified I was that Leopold would do some deadly mischief.
And thus Andor knew that, at any rate, the hideous present was not a dream. "That is fair, I think." An hour later, Andor was in the street with the rest of the village folk, watching Elsa as she walked up toward the schoolroom in the company of her mother. Her fair hair shone like the gold beads round her neck, and her starched petticoats swung out from her hips as she walked.
"Andor and Béla," replied the old man, "but never you mind about the tap-room. Just see that you don't forget my red handkerchief, and my fur cap for the journey, and my bottle of .
Never mind, my little Andor," she added, turning her expressive dark eyes with a knowing look upon the young man; "there is more fish in the Maros than has come out of it. And I thought that you would prefer to get the truth direct from our pretty Elsa!" "I think you did quite right, Klara," said Andor indifferently.
And the mysterious veil which divides the present from the past fell quickly over this act of the village tragedy, as it had done with pomp and circumstance after the banquet which followed the laying to rest of the murdered man. "Some day." A week went by after the funeral before Elsa saw Andor again.
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