"Pop he"s goin" over to see your pop about it till to-morrow evenin"

a"ready if he can make it suit."

"When does Ezra go?" Tillie inquired. The New Mennonite rule which forbade the use of all t.i.tles had led to the custom in this neighborhood, so populated with Mennonites, of calling each one by his Christian name.

"Till next Friday three weeks," Absalom replied. "Pop says he don"t know what to think about this here man Superintendent Reingruber"s sendin" out. He ain"t no Millersville Normal. The superintendent says he"s a "Harvard gradyate"--whatever that is, pop says! Pop he sayed it ain"t familiar with him what that there is. And I guess the other directors don"t know neither. Pop he sayed when we"re payin" as much as forty dollars a month we had ought, now, to have a Millersville Normal, and nothin" less. Who wants to pay forty dollars a month fur such a Harvard gradyate that we don"t know right what it is."

"What pay will Ezra get at Janeville?" Tillie asked. Her heart beat fast as she thought how SHE might, perhaps, in another year be the applicant for a vacancy at William Penn.

"Around forty-five dollars," Absalom answered.

"Oh!" Tillie said; "it seems so much, don"t it?"

"Fur settin" and doin" nothin" but hearin" off spellin" and readin" and whatever, it"s too much! Pop says he"s goin" to ast your pop and the rest of the Board if they hadn"t ought to ast this here Harvard gradyate to take a couple dollars less, seein" he ain"t no Millersville Normal."

They had by this time reached the farm, and Tillie, not very warmly, asked Absalom whether he would "come in and sit awhile." She almost sighed audibly as he eagerly consented.

When he had left at twelve o"clock that night, she softly climbed the stairs to her room, careful not to disturb the sleeping household.

Tillie wondered why it was that every girl of her acquaintance exulted in being asked to keep company with a gentleman friend. She had found "sitting up" a more fatiguing task than even the dreaded Monday"s washing which would confront her on the morrow.

"Seein" it"s the first time me and you set up together, I mebbe better not stay just so late," Absalom had explained when, after three hours"

courting, he had reluctantly risen to take his leave, under the firm conviction, as Tillie plainly saw, that she felt as sorry to have him go as evidently he was to part from her!

"How late," thought Tillie, "will he stay the SECOND time he sits up with me? And what," she wondered, "do other girls see in it?"

The following Sunday night, Absalom came again, and this time he stayed until one o"clock, with the result that on the following Monday morning Tillie overslept herself and was one hour late in starting the washing.

It was that evening, after supper, while Mrs. Getz was helping her husband make his toilet for a meeting of the School Board--at which the application of that suspicious character, the Harvard graduate, was to be considered--that the husband and wife discussed these significant Sunday night visits. Mrs. Getz opened up the subject while she performed the wifely office of washing her husband"s neck, his increasing bulk making that duty a rather difficult one for him.

Standing over him as he sat in a chair in the kitchen, holding on his knees a tin basin full of soapy water, she scrubbed his fat, sunburned neck with all the vigor and enthusiasm that she would have applied to the cleaning of the kitchen porch or the scouring of an iron skillet.

A custom prevailed in the county of leaving one"s parlor plainly furnished, or entirely empty, until the eldest daughter should come of age; it was then fitted up in style, as a place to which she and her "regular friend" could retire from the eyes of the girl"s folks of a Sunday night to do their "setting up." The occasion of a girl"s "furnishing" was a notable one, usually celebrated by a party; and it was this fact that led her stepmother to remark presently:

"Say, pop, are you furnishin" fur Tillie, now she"s comin" eighteen years old?"

"I ain"t thought about it," Mr. Getz answered shortly. "That front room"s furnished good enough a"ready. No--I ain"t spendin" any!"

"Seein" she"s a member and wears plain, it wouldn"t cost wery expensive to furnish fur her, fur she hasn"t the dare to have nothin" stylish like a organ or gilt-framed landscapes or sich stuffed furniture that way."

"The room"s good enough the way it is," repeated Mr. Getz. "I don"t see no use spendin" on it."

"It needs new paper and carpet. Pop, it"ll get put out if you don"t furnish fur her. The neighbors"ll talk how you"re so close with your own child after she worked fur you so good still. I don"t like it so well, pop, havin" the neighbors talk."

"Leave "em talk. Their talkin" don"t cost ME nothin". I AIN"T furnishin"!" His tone was obstinate and angry.

His wife rubbed him down with a crash towel as vigorously as she had washed him, then fastened his shirt, dipped the family comb in the soapy water and began with artistic care to part and comb his hair.

"Absalom Puntz he"s a nice party, pop. He"ll be well-fixed till his pop"s pa.s.sed away a"ready."

"You think! Well, now look here, mom!" Mr. Getz spoke with stern decision. "Tillie ain"t got the dare to keep comp"ny Sundays! It made her a whole hour late with the washin" this mornin". I"m tellin" her she"s got to tell Absalom Puntz he can"t come no more."

Mrs. Getz paused with comb poised in air, and her feeble jaw dropped in astonishment.

"Why, pop!" she said. "Ain"t you leavin" Tillie keep comp"ny?"

"No," affirmed Mr. Getz. "I ain"t. What does a body go to the bother of raisin" childern FUR? Just to lose "em as soon as they are growed enough to help earn a little? I ain"t LEAVIN" Tillie get married! She"s stayin" at home to help her pop and mom--except in winter when they ain"t so much work, and mebbe then I"m hirin" her out to Aunty Em at the hotel where she can earn a little, too, to help along. She can easy earn enough to buy the children"s winter clo"es and gums and school-books."

"When she comes eighteen, pop, she"ll have the right to get married whether or no you"d conceited you wouldn"t give her the dare."

"If I say I ain"t buyin" her her aus styer, Absalom Puntz nor no other feller would take her."

An "aus styer" is the household outfit always given to a bride by her father.

"Well, to be sure," granted Mrs. Getz, "I"d like keepin" Tillie home to help me out with the work still. I didn"t see how I was ever goin" to get through without her. But I thought when Absalom Puntz begin to come Sundays, certainly you"d be fur her havin" him. I was sayin" to her only this mornin" that if she didn"t want to dishearten Absalom from comin" to set up with her, she"d have to take more notice to him and not act so dopplig with him--like as if she didn"t care whether or no he made up to her. I tole her I"d think, now, she"d be wonderful pleased at his wantin" her, and him so well-fixed. Certainly I never conceited you"d be ag"in" it. Tillie she didn"t answer nothin".

Sometimes I do now think Tillie"s some different to what other girls is."

"I"d be glad," said Jacob Getz in a milder tone, "if she ain"t set on havin" him. I was some oneasy she might take it a little hard when I tole her she da.r.s.ent get married."

"Och, Tillie she never takes nothin" hard," Mrs. Getz answered easily.

"She ain"t never ast me you goin" to furnish fur her. She don"t take no interest. She"s so funny that way. I think to myself, still, Tillie is, now, a little dumm!"

It happened that while this dialogue was taking place, Tillie was in the room above the kitchen, putting the two most recently arrived Getz babies to bed; and as she sat near the open register with a baby on her lap, every word that pa.s.sed between her father and stepmother was perfectly audible to her.

With growing bitterness she listened to her father"s frank avowal of his selfish designs. At the same time she felt a thrill of exultation, as she thought of the cherished secret locked in her breast--hidden the more securely from those with whom she seemed to live nearest. How amazed they would be, her stolid, unsuspicious parents, when they discovered that she had been secretly studying and, with Miss Margaret"s help, preparing herself for the high calling of a teacher!

One more year, now, and she would be ready, Miss Margaret a.s.sured her, to take the county superintendent"s examination for a certificate to teach. Then good-by to household drudgery and the perpetual self-sacrifice that robbed her of all that was worth while in life.

With a serene mind, Tillie rose, with the youngest baby in her arms, and tenderly tucked it in its little bed.

XIII

EZRA HERR, PEDAGOGUE

It was a few days later, at the supper-table, that Tillie"s father made an announcement for which she was not wholly unprepared.

"I"m hirin" you out this winter, Tillie, at the hotel. Aunty Em says she"s leavin" both the girls go to school again this winter and she"ll need hired help. She"ll pay me two dollars a week fur you. She"ll pay it to me and I"ll buy you what you need, still, out of it. You"re goin"

till next Monday."

Tillie"s heart leaped high with pleasure at this news. She was fond of her Aunty Em; she knew that life at the country hotel would be varied and interesting in comparison with the dull, grubbing existence of her own home; she would have to work very hard, of course, but not so hard, so unceasingly, as under her father"s eye; and she would have absolute freedom to devote her spare time to her books. The thought of escaping from her father"s watchfulness, and the prospect of hours of safe and uninterrupted study, filled her with secret joy.

"I tole Aunty Em she"s not to leave you waste no time readin"; when she don"t need you, you"re to come home and help mom still. Mom she says she can"t get through the winter sewin" without you. Well, Aunty Em she says you can sew evenin"s over there at the HOtel, on the childern"s clo"es. Mom she can easy get through the other work without you, now Sallie"s goin" on thirteen. Till December a"ready Sally"ll be thirteen.

And the winter work"s easy to what the summer is. In summer, to be sure, you"ll have to come home and help me and mom. But in winter I"m hirin" you out."

"But Sally ain"t as handy as what Tillie is," said Mrs. Getz, plaintively. "And I don"t see how I"m goin" to get through oncet without Tillie."

"Sally"s got to LEARN to be handier, that"s all. She"s got to get learnt like what I always learnt Tillie fur you."

Fire flashed in Tillie"s soft eyes--a momentary flame of shame and aversion; if her blinded father had seen and understood, he would have realized how little, after all, he had ever succeeded in "learning" her the subservience he demanded of his children.