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I have enjoyed my visit to Crow Hill school, I assure you." Amanda looked at him, wondering. What under the sun could he mean? Why should she read a letter written to him? She smiled, shook the hand he offered, but was still at a loss to understand his words. The directors came up to say good-bye. Mr. Mertzheimer bowed very politely but refrained from meeting her eyes as he said, "Good-afternoon."
"Well, this mornin' two girls came to my stall and while they was standin' there and I waited on some other lady, they talked. One asked the other if she was goin' to teach next year, and what do you think she said that a Mr. Mertzheimer had told her to apply for the Crow Hill school, that they wanted a new teacher there for another year!
It was a farmer near your home " "Mr. Mertzheimer?" offered Martin. "The same! He asked to have you watched, then changed it and insisted on having the books examined. Said your people are poor forgive me, Landis, but I have to tell you the whole story." "Don't mind that. That's a mere scratch after what I got this morning."
One of the regrets of his heart was the fact that nature had denied him great stature. He had always dreamed of growing into a tall man, powerful in physique, like Lyman Mertzheimer. But nature was obstinate and Martin Landis reached manhood, a strong, sturdy being, but of medium height.
"You stick to your teacher like that and follow her lead and I am sure you will develop into men and women of whom Lancaster County will be proud." After a few more remarks, a joke or two, he went back to his seat with the directors. Mr. Mertzheimer avoided meeting his eyes.
I read somewhere that one girl said, 'I'd rather love what I cannot have, than have what I cannot love, and that's just the way I feel about it. I won't marry Lyman Mertzheimer if I have to die Amanda Reist!" As soon as her school term was ended Amanda entered into the work of the farm.
"Mom," Amanda told her mother as they ate supper one night when many apples were to be pared for the next day's use, "Lyman Mertzheimer seen us pick apples to-day and he said he's comin' over to-night to the snitzin' party d'you care?" "No. Let him come." "So," teased Uncle Amos. "Guess in a few years, Manda, you'll be havin' beaus.
"Lyman," she sputtered "you you better go before I make you sorry you said that." The luckless lover laughed, a reckless, demoniac peal. "Two can play at that game!" he told her. "You're so high and mighty that a Mertzheimer isn't good enough for you. But you better look out we've got claws!" The girl turned and went out of the room.
The golden turrets were tottering and the substance of which her dreams were made was becoming less ethereal. If Lyman Mertzheimer came to her then and renewed his suit would she give him a more encouraging answer than those she had given in former times? Amanda's hour of weakness and despair was upon her.
He talked with several of the bank directors and an investigation was ordered. You'll admit his story sounded plausible. It looked pretty black for you." "To 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."
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