That summer Martin Landis was well pleased with the world in general.

He enjoyed his work at the bank, where his cordiality and adeptness,

his alert, receptive mind, were laying for him a strong foundation for

a successful career.

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. At the

mention of his work, beyond the merest superficialities, she lifted her

hands and said in laughing tones, "Please, Martin, don't talk shop!

Father never does. I'm like Mother, I don't want to hear the petty

details of money-making--all that interests me is the money itself. Dad

says I'm spoiled--I suppose I am."

At such times the troublesome memory of his father's words came to him,

"You need a wife that will work with you and be a partner and not fail

you when trouble comes." Try as he would the young man could not

obliterate those haunting words from his brain. 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.

There were moments when her beauty so thrilled him that he felt moved

to tell her he loved her and wanted to marry her, but somewhere in the

subconscious mind of him must have dwelt the succinct words of the

poster, "When in doubt, _don't!_" So the moments of fascination

passed and the words of love were left unsaid.

"Some day," he thought, "I'll know, I'll be sure. It will probably come

to me like a flash of lightning whether I love her or not. I shouldn't

be so undecided. I think if it were the real thing I feel for her there

would be not the shadow of a doubt in my heart concerning it. A man

should feel that the woman he wants to marry is the only one in the

universe for him. Somehow, I can't feel that about her. But there's no

hurry about marrying. We'll just go on being capital friends. Meanwhile

I can be saving money so that if the time comes when I marry I'll be

able to support a wife. Things look pretty rosy for me at present.

Since Father is fixed with that legacy and the boys are old enough to

take my place on the farm I have time to study and advance. I'm in luck

all around; guess I got a horseshoe round my neck!"




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