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Updated: June 7, 2025
He was going to school, had prospects of securing a position after his own desires, thanks to Isabel Souders, he had the friendship of a talented, charming city girl what added bliss the future held for him he did not often dream about. The present held enough joy for him. That September Amanda went back to her second year of teaching at Crow Hill. She went bearing a heavy heart.
She had read between the lines of the man's story and had seen there the moving finger writing above the name of Isabel Souders, "Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin." When Martin Landis entered the bank early in the afternoon of that same day he presented a different appearance from that of his departure in the morning.
His cordial, "Hello" 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.
So it was settled that Isabel Souders was to spend June at the Reist farmhouse. Everybody concerned appeared well pleased with the arrangement. But Amanda's heart hurt. "Why did I take her for those moccasins?" she thought drearily after Isabel had gone back to the city with her precious flowers. "I know Martin will fall in love with her and she with him. Oh, I'm a mean, detestable thing!
What business had a girl like Isabel Souders to enter a family like the Landis's?
He called often at the home of Isabel Souders, listened to her playing, made one in an occasional game of cards, escorted her to musicals and dramas. He played and talked and laughed with her, but he soon discovered that he could not interest her in any serious matter.
Sometimes he felt almost convinced in his own heart that he loved Isabel Souders she was so appealing and charming and, while she rebuffed his confidences about his work, nevertheless showed so deep an interest in him generally, that he was temporarily blinded by it and excused her lack of real interest on the world-old ground that pretty women are not supposed to bother about prosaic affairs of the male wage-earners of the race.
She always counted the days as the time drew near when the moccasins bloomed. When Isabel Souders arrived at the Reist farmhouse she found Amanda ready with basket and trowel for the lady-slipper hunt. Amanda had put on a simple white dress and green-and-white sun hat. She looked with bewilderment at the city girl's attire, but said nothing just then.
"You'll run a mile to Amanda Reist if you see her. Don't act so simple! Talk to the lady; she's our company." "Ach, she's bashful all of a sudden," said Mrs. Landis, smiling. "Now, Miss Souders, you take your hat off and just make yourself at home while I finish gettin' the supper ready. You dare look through them albums in the front room or set on the front porch. Just make yourself at home now."
A correspondence course would be splendid for him if he can't get away from the farm for regular college work." "I'm going to write about that course right away," Martin said. "I'm glad I had this talk with you, Miss Souders. I'll do as you suggest study nights for a time and then try to get into a bank in Lancaster. It is so kind of you to offer to see your father about a position.
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