An Inconvenient Match. Janet Dean

Iowa State College of Agriculture and Mechanic Arts trains students in engineering, veterinary medicine. The University of Iowa provides instruction for lawyers, doctors—many professions.”

       “How do you suggest Seth pay college expenses?”

       “Well, he couldn’t go to Harvard like you did,” she sputtered, “but state residents don’t pay tuition.”

       “What about money for clothing, travel home and textbooks?”

       “He can work in the summer as I did. If money’s available to help students from impoverished families, I’ll find it.”

       “Have you chosen his wife?”

       Her nostrils flared. “What are you talking about?”

       “Appears to me you’ve laid out Seth’s entire life. Might as well pick his bride.”

       Splotches of red stained her cheeks. “I’ve done no such thing. I just want to do what’s best for Seth.”

       “You think you know that boy and what’s best for him. Seth loves working with wood as much as I do.”

       A look of disdain flashed across her face, quickly controlled but unmistakable, as exasperating as an account that wouldn’t balance.

       Every muscle in Wade’s body tensed. “Not just anyone can make the kind of furniture you see in this shop.” He swept his arm around the room. “The quality of my work takes practice, patience and respect for wood.”

       Her gaze traveled the buffet, the highboy, the table and chairs. “Your furniture is beautiful, but Seth is bright—”

       “What does that make me?” Wade ground out between clenched teeth.

       She took a step back. “I, ah…I don’t mean to be insulting. Obviously you’re intelligent. You graduated from Harvard, one of the finest colleges in the country. The very reason I’d think you’d understand my position. Education is the best assurance of happiness in this life.”

       “Are you happy, Abby?”

       A flicker of unease dimmed her eyes. “I’m concerned for Lois’s family but I’m content.”

       Whether she admitted it or not, Abby was far from happy. She served the community at church and in the classroom, she took care of her family, did all she could to make the lives of others better—even to the point of meddling—but inside she had a hollow spot that needed filling.

       He ought to know. He had the same.

       With a gust of air, he exhaled, releasing his frustration or trying to. “You mean well, but you don’t know Seth Collier—at all.”

       “I saw Seth every day in English class. And you see him, what? A couple times a week?”

       “What I know didn’t take long to understand. Seth won’t leave his father to go off to college somewhere.”

       “We’ll see about that. But first, he needs to finish high school. Surely you agree about the importance of that diploma.”

       “Of course, Seth should finish school. Today’s the first I’d heard of his plan to quit.”

       “Why not admit you’re using Seth?”

       She’d gone too far. Wade jabbed an index finger her way. “I’d never use that boy. I pay a wage for the work he does. I can’t pay much until I get the shop off the ground, but I’d never take advantage of him. Of anyone.”

       The cold chill of her eyes slithered through him. That chill told him she believed he’d taken advantage of her. Toyed with her affection. That’s what this was really about. What defense could he give without hurting her more?

       She took a step back. “You’re using Seth to accomplish what you can’t do alone. Well, this time you Cummingses won’t win.”

       She whirled toward the door. Before she crossed the threshold she looked back at him, eyes issuing a challenge. “I’ll see that Seth gets a college education if it’s the last thing I do.”

       Wade wouldn’t allow Abby to force her will on that boy. “If that’s not what Seth wants, then it looks like we’re going to be butting heads.” He motioned to the hat she wore. “I hope that chapeau of yours is lined with steel.”

       “I plan on using my brain, not brawn. You might want to give that a try,” she said, smiling sweetly. Then with that last jab to his pride, she flounced out the door.

       Leaving him to grapple with the truth. Abby wanted to save Seth from the fate of being just like him. That she held him and his dream in contempt knotted in Wade’s stomach.

       No matter what she thought of him, how little she held him and his vocation in esteem, Abigail Wilson would soon learn she’d thrown down the gauntlet to exactly the wrong man.