That September Amanda went back to her second year of teaching at Crow

Hill. She went bearing a heavy heart. It was hard to concentrate her

full attention on reading, spelling and arithmetic. She needed

constantly to summon all her will power to keep from dreaming and

holding together her tottering castles in Spain.

From the little Landis children, pupils in her school, she heard

unsolicited bits of gossip about Martin--"Our Mart, he's got a girl in

Lancaster."

"Oh, you mustn't talk like that!" Amanda interrupted, feeling

conscience stricken.

"Ach, that don't matter," came the frank reply; "it ain't no secret.

Pop and Mom tease him about it lots of times. He gets all dressed up

still evenings and takes the trolley to Lancaster to see his girl."

"Perhaps he goes in on business."

"Business--you bet not! Not every week and sometimes twice a week would

he go on business. He's got a girl and I heard Mom tell Pop in Dutch

that she thinks it's that there Isabel that boarded at your house last

summer once. Mom said she wished she could meet her, then she'd feel

better satisfied. We don't want just anybody to get our Mart. But I

guess anybody he'd pick out would be all right, don't you, Aman--I

mean, Miss Reist?"

"Yes, I guess so--of course she would," Amanda agreed.

One winter day Martin himself mentioned the name of Isabel to Amanda.

He stopped in at the Reist farm, seeming his old friendly self. "I came

in to tell you good news," he told Amanda.

"Now what?" asked Millie, who was in the room with Mrs. Reist and

Amanda.

"I've been appointed to a place in the bank at Lancaster."

"Good! I'm so glad, Martin!" cried the girl with genuine interest and

joy. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes. But I would never have landed it so soon if it hadn't been for

Mr. Souders, Isabel's father. He's influential in the city and he

helped me along. Now it's up to me to make good."

"You'll do that, I'm sure you will!" came the spontaneous reply.

Martin looked at the bright, friendly face of Amanda. "Why," he

thought, "how pleased she is! She's a great little pal." For a moment

the renewed friendliness of childhood days was awakened in him.

"Say, Amanda," he said, "we haven't had a good tramp for ages. I've

been so busy with school"--he flushed, thinking of the city girl to

whom he had been giving so much of his time--"and--well, I've been at

it pretty hard for a while. Now I'll just keep on with my

correspondence work but I'll have a little more time. Shall we take a

tramp Sunday afternoon?"

"If you want to," the girl responded, her heart pounding with pleasure.




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