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Monday, August 29, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Chapter Twelve
Chapter 12
I sit on the edge of the pond with Will. Will is reclining as I sit. I feel complete contentment as I look out on the water. The pond is our special spot. This is the place we went to all the time when we were kids. It’s a week since that wonderful Independence Day. We have not told our news yet. We wanted to wait, give Josephine and Arthur some time to bask in with their news. We plan on telling everyone tonight after supper. I fill with excitement when I think of telling everyone.
I packed a picnic lunch for us. Will lies on the blanket as I sit and look at the water. I look at Will and see the adoration in his eyes. If I live to be one hundred I will never get enough of seeing that in his eyes. He reaches up and teaks my nose with his fore finger. I smile. With the same finger he traces the line of freckles on my face. I love how he loves my freckles. My entire life I hated my freckles, and Will loves them. I lean forward and he places a kiss on my nose. I close my eyes to treasure this moment. I pray God gives me and Will many, many more of these special moments together.
Will stands and reaches for my hands. I place my hands in his and he pulls me up. He pulls me close and I place my cheek on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I wind my arms around his waist. He strokes my hair. I have never felt so secure than right now in Will’s arms. He whispers words of love in my ear. He kisses the top of my head. I smile to myself. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be in Will’s arms with him whispering words of love in my ear I’d have laughed. Now I just sigh and smile.
He releases me reluctantly. I step out of his embrace. I start picking up the food. He folds the quilt, and places it on top of the basket. I am hesitant to leave the pond. This is my favorite spot in Whispering Hills, next of course to Dot’s store. I turn to Will.
“Ya still mess up skippin’ rocks?” Will asks me with a teasing grin.
“Now, Mr. Duncan, are you insinuating that me Miss Winthorpe messes up anything?” I place my hands over my heart dramatically and say in my best Southern Belle impersonation. He grins. I smile sweetly and bat my eyelashes at him. “Well, Darlin’ we’re just going to have to fix that now aren’t we?” I sashay to the edge of the pond and pick up a small rock. I toss a grin over my shoulder at Will who’s walking towards me. “Watch and learn, Mr. Duncan.” I flick my wrist as I toss the pebble into the water and watch it sink. Will is now standing next to me and leans his head back and laughs. I turn to him with a mock upset look on my face. “Oh, do stop laughing. Do you not know it’s not polite to laugh at a lady’s actions?”
“More like miss actions milady.” He flashes that big grin. I swat his arm and pick up another pebble. I try again with the same results. I stomp my foot. I never could get this right. I glare at Will, and he laughs harder. I pick up pebble after pebble and get the same results with all. I turn to Will and see him successfully skip a rock across five times then see the rock sink. He turns to me with a big grin.
“Lizzy, it’s all in the wrists. If you flick your wrist the right way it’ll skip. Here. Watch.” He picks up a rock and it skips four times. He turns back to me with a that’s-all-it-takes look on his face. “Ya want me to teach ya?”
“No, thank you. I’d rather leave that pass time to people who’d enjoy it.” I turn back and head towards the basket. “We should start heading back.” I throw over my shoulder. I hear Will jog to catch up with me. He stops next to me. He picks up the basket and hands me the quilt.
“Want to race back?” I ask him. I see the amused glint in his eyes as a yes. I hike up my skirts and start running towards home. I look back and see the bewildered look on his face and see him running after me. I pick up my speed.
I feel my foot hit something then the throbbing pain in my toes. At the same time I stop to look, I hear Will yell then feel the impact of his body slamming into mine. The momentum of him hitting me causes me to tumble down the hill. I roll down feeling rocks and sticks jamming into my body. I hear Will rolling slightly above me.
I land on level ground, panting and feeling sticks and grass in my hair. During the roll my hair-pins have fallen out and my hair lies in a pile of matted black mess. I see Will finish rolling down landing next to me. I hear his throaty laugh and start laughing as well. We lay there on the ground with grass and twigs in our hair laughing.
I do not know how long we laid there. Once we stopped laughing we started pointing out things in the clouds. Around us things from the picnic basket lay scattered all over. I see the sun wants to set. I sit up and look at Will. He sits up as well. We start picking up the things that fell out of the basket. We needed to be home long ago, but I am having such fun I do not want this day to end. Once we finish picking up, we start walking towards home once again. This time in a much slower pace. I thank God once again for allowing me to have these kinds of moments for the rest of my life.
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We are all seated in the parlor, Ma knitting, Pa reading the paper. Josephine and Arthur are in their own world. Gamma and Anna are playing a game of chess. Grandpa is helping Anna. Will and Mr. John are sitting on the sofa next to me. They are discussing current prices for horses. I sit here nervous as to what the reaction will be to Will and I’s announcement. I look around the room and analyze what I think their reaction will be. I catch Will’s eye sharing a secret smile with him. I catch Mr. John’s gaze and see him smile rather proudly. I wonder what that’s about. I look back at Will. He smiles and winks. He grabs hold of my hand and squeezes. I nod. He stands up and pulls me up with him. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. I see eight pairs of eyes turn to us. Will takes hold of my hand again. I see him look at each person and then back to me. Pa puts his paper down and smiles encouragingly at Will. I look back at Will. Pa knew? How did he know?
“Lizzy and I have an announcement” Will says. Everyone gives us their full attention. “Well, I have asked Lizzy to be my wife and she has accepted!”
Looks of bewilderment, then shock and finally joy show across everyone’s faces excluding Pa. Ma jumps up and hugs me then Will congratulating us, welcoming Will officially to the family. Gamma and Grandpa follow suit. Anna jabbers of how she knew all along and was just waiting for it to happen. Arthur and Josephine are more refined they hug us and congratulate us. Mr. John is last. He saunters over and slaps Will on the back.
“Will my boy, I don’t think you can get any better then this little lady here. I’m tickled pink, like a hog after a bout of rain rolling in a mud puddle. It’s about time ya do something about these feelings son.” He hugs me then sits back down. I share a smile with Will. He squeezes my hand and leads me back to the sofa and helps me sit down. I agree with Mr. John. I’m tickled pink, like a hog after a bout of rain rolling in a mud puddle.
God bless!
I sit on the edge of the pond with Will. Will is reclining as I sit. I feel complete contentment as I look out on the water. The pond is our special spot. This is the place we went to all the time when we were kids. It’s a week since that wonderful Independence Day. We have not told our news yet. We wanted to wait, give Josephine and Arthur some time to bask in with their news. We plan on telling everyone tonight after supper. I fill with excitement when I think of telling everyone.
I packed a picnic lunch for us. Will lies on the blanket as I sit and look at the water. I look at Will and see the adoration in his eyes. If I live to be one hundred I will never get enough of seeing that in his eyes. He reaches up and teaks my nose with his fore finger. I smile. With the same finger he traces the line of freckles on my face. I love how he loves my freckles. My entire life I hated my freckles, and Will loves them. I lean forward and he places a kiss on my nose. I close my eyes to treasure this moment. I pray God gives me and Will many, many more of these special moments together.
Will stands and reaches for my hands. I place my hands in his and he pulls me up. He pulls me close and I place my cheek on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I wind my arms around his waist. He strokes my hair. I have never felt so secure than right now in Will’s arms. He whispers words of love in my ear. He kisses the top of my head. I smile to myself. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be in Will’s arms with him whispering words of love in my ear I’d have laughed. Now I just sigh and smile.
He releases me reluctantly. I step out of his embrace. I start picking up the food. He folds the quilt, and places it on top of the basket. I am hesitant to leave the pond. This is my favorite spot in Whispering Hills, next of course to Dot’s store. I turn to Will.
“Ya still mess up skippin’ rocks?” Will asks me with a teasing grin.
“Now, Mr. Duncan, are you insinuating that me Miss Winthorpe messes up anything?” I place my hands over my heart dramatically and say in my best Southern Belle impersonation. He grins. I smile sweetly and bat my eyelashes at him. “Well, Darlin’ we’re just going to have to fix that now aren’t we?” I sashay to the edge of the pond and pick up a small rock. I toss a grin over my shoulder at Will who’s walking towards me. “Watch and learn, Mr. Duncan.” I flick my wrist as I toss the pebble into the water and watch it sink. Will is now standing next to me and leans his head back and laughs. I turn to him with a mock upset look on my face. “Oh, do stop laughing. Do you not know it’s not polite to laugh at a lady’s actions?”
“More like miss actions milady.” He flashes that big grin. I swat his arm and pick up another pebble. I try again with the same results. I stomp my foot. I never could get this right. I glare at Will, and he laughs harder. I pick up pebble after pebble and get the same results with all. I turn to Will and see him successfully skip a rock across five times then see the rock sink. He turns to me with a big grin.
“Lizzy, it’s all in the wrists. If you flick your wrist the right way it’ll skip. Here. Watch.” He picks up a rock and it skips four times. He turns back to me with a that’s-all-it-takes look on his face. “Ya want me to teach ya?”
“No, thank you. I’d rather leave that pass time to people who’d enjoy it.” I turn back and head towards the basket. “We should start heading back.” I throw over my shoulder. I hear Will jog to catch up with me. He stops next to me. He picks up the basket and hands me the quilt.
“Want to race back?” I ask him. I see the amused glint in his eyes as a yes. I hike up my skirts and start running towards home. I look back and see the bewildered look on his face and see him running after me. I pick up my speed.
I feel my foot hit something then the throbbing pain in my toes. At the same time I stop to look, I hear Will yell then feel the impact of his body slamming into mine. The momentum of him hitting me causes me to tumble down the hill. I roll down feeling rocks and sticks jamming into my body. I hear Will rolling slightly above me.
I land on level ground, panting and feeling sticks and grass in my hair. During the roll my hair-pins have fallen out and my hair lies in a pile of matted black mess. I see Will finish rolling down landing next to me. I hear his throaty laugh and start laughing as well. We lay there on the ground with grass and twigs in our hair laughing.
I do not know how long we laid there. Once we stopped laughing we started pointing out things in the clouds. Around us things from the picnic basket lay scattered all over. I see the sun wants to set. I sit up and look at Will. He sits up as well. We start picking up the things that fell out of the basket. We needed to be home long ago, but I am having such fun I do not want this day to end. Once we finish picking up, we start walking towards home once again. This time in a much slower pace. I thank God once again for allowing me to have these kinds of moments for the rest of my life.
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We are all seated in the parlor, Ma knitting, Pa reading the paper. Josephine and Arthur are in their own world. Gamma and Anna are playing a game of chess. Grandpa is helping Anna. Will and Mr. John are sitting on the sofa next to me. They are discussing current prices for horses. I sit here nervous as to what the reaction will be to Will and I’s announcement. I look around the room and analyze what I think their reaction will be. I catch Will’s eye sharing a secret smile with him. I catch Mr. John’s gaze and see him smile rather proudly. I wonder what that’s about. I look back at Will. He smiles and winks. He grabs hold of my hand and squeezes. I nod. He stands up and pulls me up with him. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. I see eight pairs of eyes turn to us. Will takes hold of my hand again. I see him look at each person and then back to me. Pa puts his paper down and smiles encouragingly at Will. I look back at Will. Pa knew? How did he know?
“Lizzy and I have an announcement” Will says. Everyone gives us their full attention. “Well, I have asked Lizzy to be my wife and she has accepted!”
Looks of bewilderment, then shock and finally joy show across everyone’s faces excluding Pa. Ma jumps up and hugs me then Will congratulating us, welcoming Will officially to the family. Gamma and Grandpa follow suit. Anna jabbers of how she knew all along and was just waiting for it to happen. Arthur and Josephine are more refined they hug us and congratulate us. Mr. John is last. He saunters over and slaps Will on the back.
“Will my boy, I don’t think you can get any better then this little lady here. I’m tickled pink, like a hog after a bout of rain rolling in a mud puddle. It’s about time ya do something about these feelings son.” He hugs me then sits back down. I share a smile with Will. He squeezes my hand and leads me back to the sofa and helps me sit down. I agree with Mr. John. I’m tickled pink, like a hog after a bout of rain rolling in a mud puddle.
God bless!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Chapter Eleven
Chapter 11
July 3rd 1891
“Are y’all going to the Independence Day celebration in town?” Charity asks me while we’re walking to town. I nod. I would not miss it for anything. Fours months have passed since I reconciled with Charity. We have become great friends. Its funny how one little thing can change your world in a blink.
We are walking toward the restaurant in the boarding house. Charity is wearing a light blue skirt with a black blouse. She’s wearing a matching hat. The blue really brings out her blue eyes. I’m wearing a deep red skirt and a white blouse, with a red hat.
I see people bustling around getting the town ready for the party tomorrow. I see Winnie walking toward the mercantile. I wave and she returns the wave and smiles. Two men are bickering in front of the mercantile. I hear a snippet of their conversation.
“I’m tellin’ ya Whispering Hills needs a saloon. As it is I’s need to go to New Hope to get some good whiskey. I ain’t likin’ to do that. The missus hates it.” The balding man says. The younger man shakes his head in disagreement.
“Sir, I hate to say this but I disagree. That’ll just add conflict to the town. I don’t take a liking to that.” The younger man has an English accent! The balding man grunts. I stop to listen.
“Whaddya know of town stuff anyway? Yore new in town.” The balding man spits tobacco on the sidewalk and nearly lands on my dress. I step back. “Hey lady, ya git outta here. This here is men folk talk.” He grunts again and turns back to the younger man. The younger man turns to the balding man and he glares.
“I apologize on behalf of this man. He obviously does not know how to talk to a lady.” He walks away from the balding man towards me. He bows in front of me. “Edward Walcott.”
“Elizabeth Winthorpe.” I curtsy. He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. When he lets go I hear the balding man curse. Mr. Walcott turns to the balding man and glares again.
“Sir, you need to learn how to speak in front of women.”
“I ain’t got no need to. Their too feebleminded to care.” I gasp. How could he say I’m feebleminded?
“Mr. Belden I ask that you apologize to Miss Winthorpe.” He turns back to me with astonishment. He quirks a brow up. “Wait. Winthorpe? As in Thomas Winthorpe the founder of Whispering Hills?”
“Yes, my Pa and Patrick Richardson are really close friends. They came to this vast area and decided to start a town here. I have lived in Tennessee all my life.” I smile remembering when I was just two Pa moved our family of four plus Gamma and Gampa here. Mr. Walcott’s smile is breathtaking. Mr. Belden grunts, spits more tobacco and stalks off. I hear someone call my name. I look to see Charity running toward me and Mr. Walcott. She stops within a few feet of us. I see confusion written on her face. She looks at Mr. Walcott and then back at me. “Lizzy, I make it to the boarding house and find you not next to me like you were. I then see you over here.” She looks again to Mr. Walcott.
“Charity this is Mr. Walcott. Mr. Walcott this is Charity Cook.” I make the introduction. Mr. Walcott bows and Charity curtsies. Mr. Walcott takes Charity’s hand a like he did with me kiss the top of it.
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Cook.”
“Likewise Mr. Walcott.” Charity turns to me and adds. “Come on Lizzy, I have them holding a table for us.” She grabs my elbow and starts to lead me toward the boarding house. I stop her and turn around to face Mr. Walcott.
“Mr. Walcott would you like to join us for dinner at the boarding house. Mrs. Ratcliff’s fried chicken with gravy is divine.” I smile. Mr. Walcott’s face splits into a grin.
“I would love to join you two lovely ladies.” He extends his arms for us to take. We each take an arm and head towards the boarding house.
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“That meal was delightful Mrs. Ratcliff.” Mr. Walcott compliments Mrs. Ratcliff. Mrs. Ratcliff smiles in response to Mr. Walcott.
“Oh, how you flatter me Mr. Walcott. I simply am using my Grandma’s recipe. She taught me everything I know.”
“Well, it’s too bad she is not here so I can think her in person for teaching you some wonderful recipes.” Mr. Walcott smiles one his wonderful smiles. I look over to Charity. She looks like she’s hanging on every word he says. Well, Charity is smitten with Mr. Walcott. I stand hoping to send Charity a silent cue. Does not work she’s still entranced by Mr. Walcott. I clear my throat to catch their attention. Nothing.
“Charity, I think we should start heading home. It’s a long walk home.” Charity finally looks at me. She blushes profusely. She nods and gets up.
“I hate to leave Mr. Walcott, but we have quite a walk home. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Mr. Walcott stands.
“Why don’t you let me escort you lovely ladies home? I would love to talk some more with you two.” He smiles at Charity. Oh, so the feelings are reciprocal.
“That would be great. I’d love for you to escort us home.” Mr. Walcott smiles and offers his arms to us once again. We head out of the boarding house and down the road leading toward our homes. Once we were out of town Charity starts asking Mr. Walcott questions.
“Mr. Walcott where are you from? Its obvious you’re not from Tennessee.”
“England, Miss Cook. I’m from Bath England.”
“Fascinating! I would love to visit England. Why are you here in Tennessee?”
“Business, my father does business with someone here so he sent me to finish it.”
“I see. Do you have any siblings?”
“Yes I do. I have three brothers and three siblings. I am the middle child.”
“Six siblings! Amazing, I wish I had siblings. I’m the only child of my parents.”
“What about you Miss Winthorpe? Do you have siblings?” Mr. Walcott asks me.
“I do, I have two sisters. I’m the middle child as well.”
“And Miss Cook are you from Tennessee?” Mr. Walcott asks Charity.
“No, I’m not. I’m from New York.” Charity answers.
“Why did your family decide to move to Tennessee?”
“Papa wanted to move us from the tension going on up north. The War Between the States was quite bad up there. And people were still mad up there.”
“Ah, yes I heard of the war that was being fought. Miss Winthorpe, were your family here during the war?”
“No, they weren’t. My Gamma, Grandpa and Ma lived in Georgia during it. My Grandpa served on the South during it. My Pa lived in South Carolina during the war. His family then relocated to Georgia and that’s when he met my Ma.” Ma has told me that story over and over.
“Mr. Walcott how long are you planning on staying in Tennessee?” Charity asks.
“I’m not sure a month maybe.” He smiles. We walk in silence for awhile. I sneak a look at Mr. Walcott and Charity. They seem totally unaware of the sights or people around them. I see a courting between them coming up soon. Even if it’s just for a month he might come back. I smile. I’m truly happy for Charity.
“Miss Winthorpe you look like the cat that caught the canary. Whatever are you smiling about?” Mr. Walcott asks me. I look at him.
“Oh, just thinking.” We walk some more in silence. Soon I see the rise of Charity’s house. We head up the path towards her house. Charity heads up the porch and turns to us. She wraps me in a hug. I return the embrace. “I’ll see you tomorrow Lizzy.” She turns to Mr. Walcott. “It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Walcott. I hope to see you again real soon.”
“Likewise Miss Cook.” He takes her hand and kisses the top of it.
“Oh! Mr. Walcott we’re having festivities for Independence Day. Why don’t you accompany us? We’re going to have loads of food. And band to dance to and tons of games. Please say you’ll come.” She pleads.
“I’d be honored to accompany you two lovely ladies.”
“It’s not just us. It’s the entire Cook family which is just her and her parents. My whole family is coming. Plus Mr. John and Will. I’m sure you can ride with Charity and her family. My family does not have enough room for us!”
“Of course you can ride with my family. Meet us here at around noon.” Charity smiles.
“I shall be here at noon then.” He takes my arm and we head out to my house. I turn around and wave at Charity. She waves back. This is turning out better than I thought.
Now if only I can get my feelings for Will figured out. My feelings for him are an enigma for sure. I recall what Charity said the day we reconciled. She said Will only had eyes for me. If that’s true why does he not do anything about it? My feelings for him are all jumbled up I’m not sure what they are. Friendship? Affection? Or love? I wish I knew. I shake my head to try to clear it.
“Miss Winthorpe, who is this man that’s got you confused?” Mr. Walcott asks. I look at him. How did he know? He stops walking and places his finger under my chin forcing me to look at him. “Look at me.” He gently orders. I slowly raise my gaze to his face. “Better. Now who is he? Someone from town?” I shake my head. “A neighbor’s son?” Again I shake my head. “Ah, I know it’s that Will fellow you mentioned earlier.” I feel the blush creeping up my neck up to my hairline. I see him smile. “What are your feelings for him?” He starts walking again. How can I confess that I don’t know? I’m so confused. “How do you feel when he’s around you?” He looks at me.
“I’m not sure. I feel this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and feel my heart do this weird flip. I feel like I’ll melt when he looks at me, like it’s just me and him in the room when he smiles at me.” I shrug.
“Ah, I see. So you’re in love with him?” I stop walking and stare up at him. Is he mad? I’m not in love with Will. I’m friends with Will. He just chuckles. “I see that look. You think I’m nuts. But I know the feeling. I’m in love myself. Has he confessed anything?” I shake my head. “Has tried to?” I think. Was that what he tried to say the night of the Church pageant practice? I’m not sure. I shrug. I’m not sure if he has. “I can bet on it, that he loves you as well.” I try to think of something to change the subject. Then I realize. He said he’s in love himself. Oh, Charity is going to be so upset.
“Mr. Walcott, now who’s this girl that’s caught your fancy?” I smile.
“Annie Goldberg. She’s the daughter of one of my father’s investors. Since the minute I saw her I knew she was the one. I plan to ask her to marry me when I get back.” He smiles that amazing smile. I return the smile. “Now back to you. Are you going to admit your feelings or are you going to keep denying your feelings.” I feel the red creeping back up again. “You look fetching when you blush, my dear Miss Winthorpe.” I see my house up the rise. I quicken my steps. The sooner I get home the less time I have to explain my feelings. Mr. Walcott quickens his steps as well.
“Miss Winthorpe, I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I just know you’ll feel better if you admit your feelings.”
I stop and turn around to look at him. Do I love Will? I think of all the times he looked at me. I noticed something in his eyes every time, but never took the time to examine them. I feel the flip-flop of my heart just thinking of him. I gasp. I love William Duncan! I place my hands on my face and giggle. I feel my smile going ever bigger. I start to twirl in a circle, not caring who saw me. I love Will! I stop twirling and look at Mr. Walcott. He’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary. I laugh. It took this stranger to get me to figure out my confusing feelings. I run and give Mr. Walcott a hug. He just chuckles all the more. He releases me and starts to run up the hill. I hike up my skirts and follow. I don’t care who sees me. I need to get to the man I love. I make it up the hill and accept Mr. Walcott’s hand to help me up. I finish running to the house. I see Ma and Pa sitting on the porch. I run up the steps and stop in front of them. Ma stands up and glares at me. I smile and look at Mr. Walcott coming up the porch steps.
“Ma, Pa, I like you to meet Mr. Edward Walcott. Mr. Walcott meet my parents Thomas Winthorpe and Catherine Winthorpe.”
“Pleased to meet you sir.” Mr. Winthorpe says as he shakes Pa’s hand. He turns to Ma and kisses the top of her hand. “Now I know where Miss Winthorpe gets her beauty.” I see Ma blush. I can see why that Annie girl is smitten with him. He’s such a charmer.
“Ma, Pa Mr. Walcott is here on business. I met him in town while I was out with Charity. He offered to escort us home.”
I see Will in the barn entrance staring at Mr. Walcott. He notices me and I smile. I excuse myself and walk towards the barn. Will is still glaring at Mr. Walcott. I smile to myself. Will’s jealous. I reach Will and place my hand on his arm. He turns and smiles one of his amazing smiles. He looks back at Mr. Walcott.
“Will how was your day?” I ask hoping to make him stop glaring at Mr. Walcott. He turns to me and sighs.
“Great, Lizzy, I finally got place a saddle on ol’ Dutch today.”
“Oh, Will that’s great. I knew you’d break him soon. Soon you’ll be able to ride him.” I smile at him. I see Mr. Walcott leave the porch and head our way. I wave to him to come here. Will glares at Mr. Walcott again. Mr. Walcott reaches us and smiles at me. He winks at me. I see Will’s jaw clench. I place my hand on his arm again and turn to Mr. Walcott.
“Mr. Walcott I’d you to meet William Duncan. He’s the best stable boy/trainer this side of the Atlantic. Will I’d like you meet Mr. Edward Walcott. He’s here on business. I met him in town and he offered to escort me and Charity home.” I see Will’s jaw clench harder and reluctantly shake Mr. Walcott’s hand. “Unfortunately Mr. Walcott can’t stay long. He’s got to get back home to his Annie. Don’t you Mr. Walcott?” I add to relieve Will. Mr. Walcott winks again and nods.
“I do, it was nice meeting you all but I must get back. I shall see you tomorrow at the celebration. Noon right?”
“Yes. I shall see you tomorrow.” He smiles and walks off. I look at Will and see him visibly relax. I squeeze Will’s shoulder and turn to him. He looks at me with those amazing eyes. I sigh. I look quickly look at the porch and see Ma and Pa heading inside. I turn to Will again. I see an emotion in his eyes that I now know must be love. He leans towards me and I feel myself leaning towards him. He’s within inches of me.
I hear a barking and jump back. I see Rocky and Sally running towards us. A second later I feel Rocky’s paws on my shoulders. I feel his slobbery tongue on my face. I turn my head trying to him from licking me.
“Rocky down” Will commands. I smile, good ol’ Rocky. I start laughing. Will joins in and soon I feel tears streaming down my face. I see it’s getting late. I’m sure to be expected inside soon. I turn to Will and smile.
“Good night Will.”
“Sweet dreams.” He turns and walks off towards his cabin. I sigh and look at Rocky wagging his tail looking oh so innocent. I pat his head and walk inside. Hopefully next time there won’t be a dog nearby.
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July 4th 1891
The town of Whispering Hills went all out for this year’s celebration of Independence Day. I walk towards the food tables between Anna Mr. John. Ma and Pa trail behind. Josephine, Arthur and Will are ahead of us carrying the desserts. Josephine is wearing an odd mysterious smile. It’s like she’s glowing. I wonder if she and Arthur have an announcement today. I smile. It’s about time they had a little one.
I see the band setting up to play. I look to the food tables. It’s a miracle they don’t bend under the weight of all that food. I hear a whistle and look up at the head of the food tables. Pastor Franklin is about to bless the food. I hear someone approach me. I look to my left to see Mr. Walcott standing next to me. I smile acknowledging his presence. I feel rather than see Will approach my right. I turn to look at him and see he’s glaring at Mr. Walcott. I place my hand on his arm to get his attention. He looks at me and my heart does a flutter. I smile at him hoping he’ll forget about Mr. Walcott. Nope. His jaw is still clenched and he periodically glares at Mr. Walcott.
I turn back at Pastor Franklin. He is making a speech about freedom and how important it is. I zone out. Instead my thoughts go to the man on my right. Does he love me? He obviously feels something, or he would not be jealous of Mr. Walcott. I turn to look at Mr. Walcott. I feel nothing but friendship for him. I pray hoping Charity will find happiness with Mr. Walcott.
I see everyone bow their heads and do the same. I listen to Pastor Franklin thank God for America’s freedom from Briton, the freedom of speech. He also thanks God for the people of Whispering Hills and thanks God for Pa and Mr. Patrick for risking everything and founding this wonderful town. Everyone echoes amen and starts to dig in to the food.
I turn to Mr. Walcott but see he’s busy with Charity. I decide to talk to him later. I start to walk towards the food table when I feel Will walking to catch up with me. I turn to him and smile. He returns the smile with one of his amazing smiles. I feel a flutter in my stomach. Will I ever get used to this feeling? He falls in step beside me. We quickly fill our plates and silently head for the quilt Ma placed under a tree. I sit down near Josephine and Will sits Indian style next to me. We all eat in silence savoring the flavor of the food.
Arthur, sitting next to Josephine, clears his throat and smiles sheepishly. I turn to Josephine who’s looking at Arthur lovingly. She slowly nods to him. Arthur stands up and helps Josephine to stand. He places his arm around her shoulders in an affectionate manner.
“Josephine and I have an announcement.” He turns to Josephine and I see tears swimming in her eyes. All eyes turn to them. “We’re going to have a baby!” Cheers break out throughout our little group. Hugs and tears are shared. I hug Josephine.
“Is it odd that I already had a clue as to what was the announcement before you even mentioned it?”
“Of course not. We were going to wait but I could not hold my excitement. I went to see Doctor Morgan yesterday and he confirmed what I already suspected.” Josephine is glowing. I hug her again and then turn to Arthur and give him a hug.
“Arthur I’m immensely happy for you both.” I feel tears of joy in my eyes.
I turn to see Will staring at me. I cannot interpret what is the emotion in his eyes. I feel lost in his eyes. It feels like everyone around us vanished and it was just us. Not wanting to break the connection I continue to stare into his eyes. I feel someone tug on my arm and breaking the connection look at Charity looking at me oddly. I mentally shake my head. I look once more at Will then turn to Charity.
“What was with all the cheering going over here?” She asks. I steer her away from the blanket and head toward the band playing.
“Josephine and Arthur had an announcement.”
“Ooh, do tell.” She asks expectantly.
“It seems we will have another little one running around by next year.” I hear Charity squeal. She grabs my hands and spins me in a circle. I stop her. I try a scowl, but fail and end up grinning from ear to ear. We walk some in silence. She then stops and turns to me. “Lizzy, what’s going on between you and Will?” She asks suddenly. I turn to her with a look of shock. “Oh, don’t give that fake shocked face. I saw you two staring at each other like no one else was on earth but you two.”
“Honestly, I don’t know. There’s times where I feel there’s something between us. Then others I feel there’s a chasm between us.”
“Do you love him?” No reason to deny it.
“Yes.” Charity squeals again.
“Oh, honestly Charity do you have to squeal? The whole town’s gonna hear you.”
“I’m sorry, but something that big you can’t expect me to stay calm.” She starts walking towards the picnickers again.
I catch a glimpse of Will talking to one of the men. As if he could feel my eyes on him, he looks towards me. It feels like I fall even more in love with him, when he looks at me like that. I sigh. I walk away dreaming of him pulling me into his arms and declaring his love. The things my mind conjures up.
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As the sun went down, the celebration moved to our extra barn built for this purpose. The band is setting up, ready to play for the eager people waiting to dance. All the older and the children residents of Whispering Hills had decided to call it night. Ma and Pa and a couple of other adults are staying. Afterward we’ll be shooting off fireworks in the back pasture. I always look forward to the fireworks. The display of different colors exploding in the sky is stunning. The fireworks are like God spreading specks of benediction as bright as day.
The band starts to play the cords of Dixie’s Land. I sway to the music. I see couples lining up to start the Virginia Reel. I stand off in the corner giving the dancers plenty of room. I see Will striding towards me. I smile at him. He bows in front of me and takes my hand in his.
“May I have this dance Lizzy?” He asks smiling.
“Aren’t you supposed to ask saying Miss Winthorpe?” I teasingly ask. I see his eyes sparkle with amusement. He playfully smacks his forehead.
“Of course. Miss Winthorpe may I have this dance?” He asks again. I giggle.
“I’d be honored Mr. Duncan.”
He takes my hand and leads toward the other dancers lined up and ready. He swings me around the dance floor. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a long time. Before I know it I’ve danced three dances with Will. When the fourth dance ended he led me to the table holding punch. He hands me a cup of punch and gets one for himself. The band gives the dancers some time to rest before continuing. I see Charity talking to Mr. Walcott. I smile sadly. The fact that he is taken, breaks my heart for Charity.
“Lizzy, why do ya have a melancholy smile on your face?” Will asks next to me.
I sigh. “Charity’s talking to Mr. Walcott over there.” I glance at him under my lashes. I see his jaw clench at the mention of Mr. Walcott’s name. I decide to give him relief.
“Yesterday when he walked me home, Mr. Walcott confined in me that he has a special lady back home. I’m smiling sadly because I know Charity will never have a chance with him.” I see him exhale. I hear the band starting to play Lorena.
“Miss Winthorpe will you grant me pleasure by dancing with me?” Will asks. I nod.
He leads me out and we start twirling on the dance floor. I feel safe and right in his arms. And the way he’s looking at me, nearly had me stumbling but fortunately he caught me before I did. The way his eyes bear into me, like he’s looking straight into my soul. I feel he pulls me closer, though just a little I felt it. I look into eyes, so much like mine, I see the emotion I’m sure is shining in mine.
I hear the music ending. I see Pa go up on stage. He whistles to get everyone’s attention. It must be time to start the fireworks.
“Could I get everyone to go towards the back pasture? We have a rope slung across the field telling you how close you can get. We’re about to shoot off the fireworks to end today’s festivities. I do hope everyone brought a blanket to sit on. I would not want the ladies’ dresses to soil. Now if y’all will follow me.” He leaves the stage and heads out. Everyone starts filing out. I feel Will grab hold of my elbow leading me out.
We are soon sitting on a blanket with Charity and Winnie. I sit next to Will and Winnie. Charity is sitting next to Winnie. I feel Will’s arm brush mine. I look at him and see he’s staring at me. I feel a flush creeping up my neck, glad it is dark so no one can see. I soon hear fireworks being shooting off, but cannot tear my gaze from Will’s eyes. He leans towards me. My breath catches. He leans in to where he can whisper in my ear.
“Lizzy, I know I shouldn’t but I love you.” I turn to look in his eyes. He smiles at me sheepishly. I feel the corners of my mouth turning up and with strain myself to throwing myself in his arms. “I’ve loved you since the first time I saw ya. With your little pigtails bouncing when you ran. I just never realized it till a couple of months ago. Lizzy you’re a beautiful woman inside and out. Even with your freckles ya hate so much.” He teaks my nose where I knew my freckles were. “I’ve waited for so long to say my feelings, and I can wait for you. You may not love me back, but I knew I needed to say them.” I couldn’t resist. I place my hand on his cheek. I feel my smile growing ever bigger, if that’s even possible. I lean towards him and kiss his cheek. I then lean to whisper.
“Oh, Will I love you too! I’ve loved you for a long time and did not determine my feelings till yesterday. I’ve been near to bursting waiting to hear you say those words.” I see him smile his amazing smile. I see the reflection of the fireworks in his green eyes. But his eyes are sparking with something different. Something much more precious. He leans in towards me again. I lean towards him not caring who saw us. He hesitates then slowly brushes his lips on mine. He places his hand on the back of my head and deepens the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck. As soon as it started it ended. He pulls away.
“Elizabeth Louise Winthorpe, will you make me the happiest man and agree to be my wife?” Will asks. I place my hand on his cheek. I lean in and brush another kiss on his lips, then pull away.
“Does that answer your question?” Will nods and leans in to recapture my lips. I hear the boom of the fireworks exploding in the sky. I feel something similar in my heart. God truly answered my prayer, showing me the direction of my life. I don’t I could be any happier than in this moment in Will’s arms.
God bless!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Chapter Ten
Chapter 10
Two weeks later
I feel my eyelids drooping but refuse to indulge in a nap. I need to watch over Josephine. Her fever broke a couple of days ago, so she is on the mend. Anna sits next to me sleeping. Since Anna has already had the dreaded disease she can be in here. Since the day Anna got sick, Ma, Pa, Arthur, and Josephine have had it. Josephine has had longer. I have been in constant conversation with God to protect Josephine. Everyone else is better, weary but better. I have been the one to take care of everyone. Surprisingly I have yet to get it. I thank God for that everyday. I have been praising God that everyone is on the mend and did not die. I have not heard of any servants besides Lilly Anna’s ladies’ maid. I have not been out of the sick room since Anna came down with it.
I feel my eyelids droop again and I jolt awake. I need to be here for Josephine. I hear Anna’s even breathing next to me. I look at her. Her poor innocent face scarred from the pustules. They will fade but for now her face is scarred. I look at Josephine. Her face is ashen and her breathing is labored. I smell the smoke of the Jhau leaves. I wrinkle my nose. Definitely not the best smell but if it helps my family I’ll endure it.
I hear someone coming up the stairs. I look up to see Mr. John in the doorway. I smile at him. He smiles that easy smile that makes people want to forget their worries and smile with him. He’s like a second Pa to me. I stand up and walk to him. He reaches out his arms and envelops me in a warm fatherly hug. He smells of horse and outdoors. I sigh. I can forget my sorrows in his arms. He releases me and smiles at me. I return the smile. “Lizzy, how’s Jose?” I smile at his mention of our kid nicknames. I look to Josephine.
“Her fever broke a couple of days ago so she’s on the mend.” I look back at him. He nods.
“Lizzy, when was the last time you were out of the house?” It was a simple question but I feel he’ll be disappointed in my answer. I look down.
“I have not been out of the house since Anna came down sick.” I reply. I look up and see sympathy in his eyes.
“Lizzy, why don’t we get Mary-Lou to look over her and you go out and get some fresh air.”
“Oh! Mr. John I can’t leave her!” I look at Josephine and back at him. “Mr. John I appreciate the concern but I need to be here for Jose.”
“It’s okay to take a break for an hour or more.” I shake my head. “Lizzy, take a break, I ain’t gonna hear anymore or your arguin’. I’m a gettin’ Mary-Lou and she’ll sit with Jose.” He leaves the room without another word. I slump back to my chair. I sit down and humph out a groan. Leave it to Mr. John to do this. I lean my head back on the chair head rest. I feel drowsy. Maybe I should just rest my eyes till Mr. John gets back with Gamma….
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I wake from sunlight shining in the window. I open my eyes and see I’m in my room. I bolt up. How did I get my in my room? I look around. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed. I sit up and grab my dressing gown. When did I get in my nightgown? I feel my hair is in a braid down my back. What happened? I walk to the door and ring for Brigit. I hear foot steps coming up the servant staircase. I soon see Brigit entering. She curtsies. “Brigit, what happened?” I ask.
“Miss, I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“How’d I get in my nightgown with my hair braided in my room?”
“Oh, Miss, Mr. Duncan found you sleeping in the chair in the sick room. He ordered George to carry to your room and ordered us to let you sleep.” Brigit explained.
“How long have I slept?” I inquire.
“For two days Miss.” Brigit answers.
“Two days!” I start to pace. Two days! I can’t believe I let Josephine down. I needed to stay by her side and I fell asleep. How’s Josephine? Is she worse? Better? I don’t know! I look to Brigit and she looks nervous. I stop pacing. “Brigit how’s Josephine? Is she worse? Better?”
“She’s right as rain now. She’s still weak Miss, but she’s much better.” I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. I walk to my bureau and pull out a simple gray skirt and a white blouse.
“Brigit help me dress.”
“Yes Miss.” She quickly ties my corset and helps me dress. She puts my hair into a chignon. I smile my thanks and walk out the door into the hall.
I walk to the sick room. I see Josephine sitting up in the bed laughing at something someone said. I smile. She looks much better. Her coloring is back to normal and the pustules scars are fading. I walk in further in the room and see Mr. John, Will, Arthur, Ma, Pa, and Anna. Anna is sitting on the bed with Josephine. Everyone looks up at me. I smile in greeting. I look to Will and feel his smile in the deepest part of me. I feel my knees buckle and hurry to look away. I walk to stand next to the bed. Josephine looks at me and smiles. She reaches to grab my hand. I place her hand in mine. I squeeze her hand. “How’re you feeling Jose?” I inquire.
“Feeling much better today Lizzy. Thank you so much Lizzy for all you did for me when I was sick. I can never thank you enough. It’s a wonder you never came down with it as well.” Josephine answers.
“All I can say is God blessed us with everyone better now.” I look to everyone in the room and thank God again for saving my dear family from small pox. Ma smiles at me. She nods like she knew what I was thinking. I look to Pa who winks at me. I love my family dearly and could never face it if anyone of them were taken away from me.
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I sit under the Oak tree with the new book I picked up at mercantile. This is my favorite place to read. I’m surrounded by nature with the birds chirping above my head. It’s been a month since the smallpox epidemic came to Whispering Hills. It’s now early March and the birds are now coming back to Tennessee. Everyone who left Whispering Hills because of smallpox came back a week ago. Today I made it my mission to go over to the Cooks’ house to make amends with Charity. I may be laughed at but at least I will feel better knowing I tried.
I place my book down and stand up. I planned to walk over to the Cooks’. It was a good two miles not much of a walk. I pick up my book hike my skirts and run to the house. Ma would scold me if she knew I raised my skirts above my ankles.
But you can’t run in these blasted skirts. There’s also the corset jabbing into my sides. Oh how I wish I was younger so I did not have to wear the wretched thing. I can only wish the blasted thing is out of style soon. Why does it matter if I have a tiny waist or not? I’d rather have a plump waist then have to take shallow breaths.
I reach the door and halt to catch my breath. Stupid corset. I feel my hair falling out of its pins. I grab my hair and keep it up on my head. I drop my book to fix my hair. I shake the rest of the pins out of it and bend to pick them. My view is hidden from the curtain of my hair. I see a hand near my feet pick up some pins and I straighten up.
I look into the face of Will grinning. I feel a flutter in my stomach and silently scold it for acting like a ninny. He hands me the pins and reach toward my face. My breath catches. He stops at me hair and touches it. I feel a blush crawling from my neckline up to my hairline. He grabs some and pulls. He releases it and hands me a pin. “It was stuck in your hair.” He explains. My heart races. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes are still hooked on my hair. I look away. I need to stop having this reaction every time I’m near him. He seems to come to his senses and smiles sheepishly. I see his cheeks have turned a shade redder. I inwardly smile. He’s blushing! I hear someone clear they’re throat. I look to the door and see Mr. John smiling quite proudly. I look away and quickly re-pin my hair. I smile to Will and run into the house, but not before I hear Mr. John chortle and say “Will my boy, blushing is not too handsome on ya.” I blush right along with him.
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I walk to the front door of the Cooks’ house. I take a deep breath and knock. Their butler Samuel answers the door. He nods to me and opens the door wider to let me in. “I’ll announce you bein’ here Miss Winthorpe.” I thank him and watch him enter the parlor. A minute later he reappears and nods letting me know I can enter. I follow him in. I see Mrs. Cook and Charity needle pointing. I smile at each of them. I see Charity humph and continue to needle point. Mrs. Cook smiles warmly and pats the chair next to her. I oblige and sit down. “So Elizabeth Dear how did your family fair with the epidemic? I heard y’all stayed during it.” I nod to acknowledge her to be right.
“We faired good compared to other folks. Anna, Ma, Pa, Arthur, and Josephine came down with it along with one of the servants. Thank God no one was taken from us.” I smile warmly. I feel the tension with Charity in the room but choose to ignore it and continue to tete-tete with Mrs. Cook.
“My! What a tragedy for all of them to go through. If you don’t mind me asking why did y’all stay?”
“Well, Pa said we were under no threat of it. But he thought no one had gone to town while the germs were floating around. Unfortunately Lilly, Anna’s ladies’ maid, had gone to town a couple of days before. She must have carried the germs home.” Mrs. Cook nods. I see Charity look up. I take a deep breath and take the plunge. I look back at her with a smile. She does something like a sneer and looks down. I clear my throat and feel it tighten. Breathe, just breathe. I can do this. “Charity would you like to take a walk it’s such a beautiful day.” I let out the breath I was holding. I did it. She looks at me with astonishment. Her mouth hangs open as she gapes at me.
“Elizabeth Dear, that’s sounds lovely! Charity it’s such a glorious day go on.” Charity gapes at her mother. “Charity close your mouth.” She turns to me. “Elizabeth, Charity would love to.” She smiles and continues to needle point. I stand and look at Charity. She glares at her mother and stands and reluctantly follows me out. “Samuel Elizabeth and I are going for a walk. Don’t hold tea for us.”
She grabs her shawl and walks out. I follow suit. Silence so thick between us you could cut with an axe. Charity walks with a scowl that would make Howard the butcher, who never smiles ever, proud. I pray God gives me the right words to say to her. I look to her. “Charity, why do you dislike me?” I ask. She looks stunned at me. “Ever since we were kids, I have felt you had it out to get me. I just wanted to know why that is.” I see her struggle and almost thought she would not answer me. Then she slowly releases a breath and stops walking. She turns to me and smiles. The first that I know of that she has ever sent me.
“Remember when we met?” I nod. “Well Mama and Papa, came to your house to meet our neighbors. When I exited the carriage I saw Will and you running in the yard. It looked like y’all were playing some sort of tag. I wanted so badly to play with y’all. I knew Mama would never let me. You seemed so carefree. Like nothing would get in your way of playing with your friend.
“When we got older, I noticed how strapping Will had gotten. For you know the summer we turned four and ten my family left for our home in New York. Mama can never handle the heat here in Tennessee. I saw him after he turned five and ten. I started to think how lovely it would be if he would notice me. Unfortunately he only had eyes for you.
“Even when you left for finishing school he sulked around, waiting impatiently for your next letter to him. I knew then that I would never be in his mind. In summary, I’m jealous of you. I know. Me. Someone who can have anything she ever wanted was jealous of you. You were always carefree and always happy. Inside I was resenting you for seeming so happy. I wanted that for myself. Even when I insulted you, you never were too harsh on me. I saw you always happy and laughing. You’re gorgeous Elizabeth. Inside and out. I wish I can say the same thing for me.” She hung her head in shame. I placed my hand on her shoulder. She looks at me. I smile telling her I am not mad.
“Charity, all these years I never knew. You shouldn’t feel ashamed. Jealously is a very common emotion for us humans. That’s what makes us humans. God designed us to feel all sorts of emotions. In truth I’ve felt it constantly. With you. I was always jealous of you. You always have perfect hair, perfect complexion, and perfect dresses that always made you look marvelous. While me, I have this straight black hair. Tanned skin with these freckles all over. I can never find any dress that looks perfect on me.”
I suddenly laugh. This was all so funny. Charity looks at me like I’ve gone mad. I laugh all the harder. She suddenly joins in. Soon we are laughing so hard it’s hard to catch our breaths. I look at her and realize the tension I’ve felt with her all these years faded away. We reach for each other and embrace. I know I’ve found a friend in Charity after years of jealousy. It was not till we had gone back to the house and I made my way home when I realized had Charity said all these years Will only had eyes for me.
God bless!
Two weeks later
I feel my eyelids drooping but refuse to indulge in a nap. I need to watch over Josephine. Her fever broke a couple of days ago, so she is on the mend. Anna sits next to me sleeping. Since Anna has already had the dreaded disease she can be in here. Since the day Anna got sick, Ma, Pa, Arthur, and Josephine have had it. Josephine has had longer. I have been in constant conversation with God to protect Josephine. Everyone else is better, weary but better. I have been the one to take care of everyone. Surprisingly I have yet to get it. I thank God for that everyday. I have been praising God that everyone is on the mend and did not die. I have not heard of any servants besides Lilly Anna’s ladies’ maid. I have not been out of the sick room since Anna came down with it.
I feel my eyelids droop again and I jolt awake. I need to be here for Josephine. I hear Anna’s even breathing next to me. I look at her. Her poor innocent face scarred from the pustules. They will fade but for now her face is scarred. I look at Josephine. Her face is ashen and her breathing is labored. I smell the smoke of the Jhau leaves. I wrinkle my nose. Definitely not the best smell but if it helps my family I’ll endure it.
I hear someone coming up the stairs. I look up to see Mr. John in the doorway. I smile at him. He smiles that easy smile that makes people want to forget their worries and smile with him. He’s like a second Pa to me. I stand up and walk to him. He reaches out his arms and envelops me in a warm fatherly hug. He smells of horse and outdoors. I sigh. I can forget my sorrows in his arms. He releases me and smiles at me. I return the smile. “Lizzy, how’s Jose?” I smile at his mention of our kid nicknames. I look to Josephine.
“Her fever broke a couple of days ago so she’s on the mend.” I look back at him. He nods.
“Lizzy, when was the last time you were out of the house?” It was a simple question but I feel he’ll be disappointed in my answer. I look down.
“I have not been out of the house since Anna came down sick.” I reply. I look up and see sympathy in his eyes.
“Lizzy, why don’t we get Mary-Lou to look over her and you go out and get some fresh air.”
“Oh! Mr. John I can’t leave her!” I look at Josephine and back at him. “Mr. John I appreciate the concern but I need to be here for Jose.”
“It’s okay to take a break for an hour or more.” I shake my head. “Lizzy, take a break, I ain’t gonna hear anymore or your arguin’. I’m a gettin’ Mary-Lou and she’ll sit with Jose.” He leaves the room without another word. I slump back to my chair. I sit down and humph out a groan. Leave it to Mr. John to do this. I lean my head back on the chair head rest. I feel drowsy. Maybe I should just rest my eyes till Mr. John gets back with Gamma….
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I wake from sunlight shining in the window. I open my eyes and see I’m in my room. I bolt up. How did I get my in my room? I look around. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed. I sit up and grab my dressing gown. When did I get in my nightgown? I feel my hair is in a braid down my back. What happened? I walk to the door and ring for Brigit. I hear foot steps coming up the servant staircase. I soon see Brigit entering. She curtsies. “Brigit, what happened?” I ask.
“Miss, I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“How’d I get in my nightgown with my hair braided in my room?”
“Oh, Miss, Mr. Duncan found you sleeping in the chair in the sick room. He ordered George to carry to your room and ordered us to let you sleep.” Brigit explained.
“How long have I slept?” I inquire.
“For two days Miss.” Brigit answers.
“Two days!” I start to pace. Two days! I can’t believe I let Josephine down. I needed to stay by her side and I fell asleep. How’s Josephine? Is she worse? Better? I don’t know! I look to Brigit and she looks nervous. I stop pacing. “Brigit how’s Josephine? Is she worse? Better?”
“She’s right as rain now. She’s still weak Miss, but she’s much better.” I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. I walk to my bureau and pull out a simple gray skirt and a white blouse.
“Brigit help me dress.”
“Yes Miss.” She quickly ties my corset and helps me dress. She puts my hair into a chignon. I smile my thanks and walk out the door into the hall.
I walk to the sick room. I see Josephine sitting up in the bed laughing at something someone said. I smile. She looks much better. Her coloring is back to normal and the pustules scars are fading. I walk in further in the room and see Mr. John, Will, Arthur, Ma, Pa, and Anna. Anna is sitting on the bed with Josephine. Everyone looks up at me. I smile in greeting. I look to Will and feel his smile in the deepest part of me. I feel my knees buckle and hurry to look away. I walk to stand next to the bed. Josephine looks at me and smiles. She reaches to grab my hand. I place her hand in mine. I squeeze her hand. “How’re you feeling Jose?” I inquire.
“Feeling much better today Lizzy. Thank you so much Lizzy for all you did for me when I was sick. I can never thank you enough. It’s a wonder you never came down with it as well.” Josephine answers.
“All I can say is God blessed us with everyone better now.” I look to everyone in the room and thank God again for saving my dear family from small pox. Ma smiles at me. She nods like she knew what I was thinking. I look to Pa who winks at me. I love my family dearly and could never face it if anyone of them were taken away from me.
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I sit under the Oak tree with the new book I picked up at mercantile. This is my favorite place to read. I’m surrounded by nature with the birds chirping above my head. It’s been a month since the smallpox epidemic came to Whispering Hills. It’s now early March and the birds are now coming back to Tennessee. Everyone who left Whispering Hills because of smallpox came back a week ago. Today I made it my mission to go over to the Cooks’ house to make amends with Charity. I may be laughed at but at least I will feel better knowing I tried.
I place my book down and stand up. I planned to walk over to the Cooks’. It was a good two miles not much of a walk. I pick up my book hike my skirts and run to the house. Ma would scold me if she knew I raised my skirts above my ankles.
But you can’t run in these blasted skirts. There’s also the corset jabbing into my sides. Oh how I wish I was younger so I did not have to wear the wretched thing. I can only wish the blasted thing is out of style soon. Why does it matter if I have a tiny waist or not? I’d rather have a plump waist then have to take shallow breaths.
I reach the door and halt to catch my breath. Stupid corset. I feel my hair falling out of its pins. I grab my hair and keep it up on my head. I drop my book to fix my hair. I shake the rest of the pins out of it and bend to pick them. My view is hidden from the curtain of my hair. I see a hand near my feet pick up some pins and I straighten up.
I look into the face of Will grinning. I feel a flutter in my stomach and silently scold it for acting like a ninny. He hands me the pins and reach toward my face. My breath catches. He stops at me hair and touches it. I feel a blush crawling from my neckline up to my hairline. He grabs some and pulls. He releases it and hands me a pin. “It was stuck in your hair.” He explains. My heart races. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes are still hooked on my hair. I look away. I need to stop having this reaction every time I’m near him. He seems to come to his senses and smiles sheepishly. I see his cheeks have turned a shade redder. I inwardly smile. He’s blushing! I hear someone clear they’re throat. I look to the door and see Mr. John smiling quite proudly. I look away and quickly re-pin my hair. I smile to Will and run into the house, but not before I hear Mr. John chortle and say “Will my boy, blushing is not too handsome on ya.” I blush right along with him.
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I walk to the front door of the Cooks’ house. I take a deep breath and knock. Their butler Samuel answers the door. He nods to me and opens the door wider to let me in. “I’ll announce you bein’ here Miss Winthorpe.” I thank him and watch him enter the parlor. A minute later he reappears and nods letting me know I can enter. I follow him in. I see Mrs. Cook and Charity needle pointing. I smile at each of them. I see Charity humph and continue to needle point. Mrs. Cook smiles warmly and pats the chair next to her. I oblige and sit down. “So Elizabeth Dear how did your family fair with the epidemic? I heard y’all stayed during it.” I nod to acknowledge her to be right.
“We faired good compared to other folks. Anna, Ma, Pa, Arthur, and Josephine came down with it along with one of the servants. Thank God no one was taken from us.” I smile warmly. I feel the tension with Charity in the room but choose to ignore it and continue to tete-tete with Mrs. Cook.
“My! What a tragedy for all of them to go through. If you don’t mind me asking why did y’all stay?”
“Well, Pa said we were under no threat of it. But he thought no one had gone to town while the germs were floating around. Unfortunately Lilly, Anna’s ladies’ maid, had gone to town a couple of days before. She must have carried the germs home.” Mrs. Cook nods. I see Charity look up. I take a deep breath and take the plunge. I look back at her with a smile. She does something like a sneer and looks down. I clear my throat and feel it tighten. Breathe, just breathe. I can do this. “Charity would you like to take a walk it’s such a beautiful day.” I let out the breath I was holding. I did it. She looks at me with astonishment. Her mouth hangs open as she gapes at me.
“Elizabeth Dear, that’s sounds lovely! Charity it’s such a glorious day go on.” Charity gapes at her mother. “Charity close your mouth.” She turns to me. “Elizabeth, Charity would love to.” She smiles and continues to needle point. I stand and look at Charity. She glares at her mother and stands and reluctantly follows me out. “Samuel Elizabeth and I are going for a walk. Don’t hold tea for us.”
She grabs her shawl and walks out. I follow suit. Silence so thick between us you could cut with an axe. Charity walks with a scowl that would make Howard the butcher, who never smiles ever, proud. I pray God gives me the right words to say to her. I look to her. “Charity, why do you dislike me?” I ask. She looks stunned at me. “Ever since we were kids, I have felt you had it out to get me. I just wanted to know why that is.” I see her struggle and almost thought she would not answer me. Then she slowly releases a breath and stops walking. She turns to me and smiles. The first that I know of that she has ever sent me.
“Remember when we met?” I nod. “Well Mama and Papa, came to your house to meet our neighbors. When I exited the carriage I saw Will and you running in the yard. It looked like y’all were playing some sort of tag. I wanted so badly to play with y’all. I knew Mama would never let me. You seemed so carefree. Like nothing would get in your way of playing with your friend.
“When we got older, I noticed how strapping Will had gotten. For you know the summer we turned four and ten my family left for our home in New York. Mama can never handle the heat here in Tennessee. I saw him after he turned five and ten. I started to think how lovely it would be if he would notice me. Unfortunately he only had eyes for you.
“Even when you left for finishing school he sulked around, waiting impatiently for your next letter to him. I knew then that I would never be in his mind. In summary, I’m jealous of you. I know. Me. Someone who can have anything she ever wanted was jealous of you. You were always carefree and always happy. Inside I was resenting you for seeming so happy. I wanted that for myself. Even when I insulted you, you never were too harsh on me. I saw you always happy and laughing. You’re gorgeous Elizabeth. Inside and out. I wish I can say the same thing for me.” She hung her head in shame. I placed my hand on her shoulder. She looks at me. I smile telling her I am not mad.
“Charity, all these years I never knew. You shouldn’t feel ashamed. Jealously is a very common emotion for us humans. That’s what makes us humans. God designed us to feel all sorts of emotions. In truth I’ve felt it constantly. With you. I was always jealous of you. You always have perfect hair, perfect complexion, and perfect dresses that always made you look marvelous. While me, I have this straight black hair. Tanned skin with these freckles all over. I can never find any dress that looks perfect on me.”
I suddenly laugh. This was all so funny. Charity looks at me like I’ve gone mad. I laugh all the harder. She suddenly joins in. Soon we are laughing so hard it’s hard to catch our breaths. I look at her and realize the tension I’ve felt with her all these years faded away. We reach for each other and embrace. I know I’ve found a friend in Charity after years of jealousy. It was not till we had gone back to the house and I made my way home when I realized had Charity said all these years Will only had eyes for me.
God bless!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Chapter Nine
Chapter 9
“Thomas we need to go to our home in Boston, smallpox has broken out in Whispering Hills. I want to feel safe.” Ma says to Pa at the supper table. I watch Anna pick at her food. Anna’s complexion is all wrong. She has a peaches and cream complexion, and her cheeks now are more like tomatoes.
“Dear, we’re fine, as long as no one leaves this house unless they absolutely need to, we’ll be fine.” Pa gives Ma’s hand a squeeze and smiles at her. Ma smiles back then goes back to her food. Gamma rolls her eyes, and Grandpa looks sternly at her.
“Thomas you need to protect your family. If Catherine wants to go to the house in Boston you should listen. Even the Cooks’ went to their other home somewhere in New York.” Gamma argued.
“Mary-Lou, you needn’t express your feelings. If Thomas feels it’s time to go to their home in Boston he will pack up.” Grandpa smiles at Gamma. I continue to watch Anna, she does not look right. I hear commotion in the kitchen then see Hannah, Ma’s ladies’ maid come running in. She wore a panicked expression on her lovely face.
“Hannah Dear, what is wrong?” Ma asks.
“Mrs. Winthorpe, Lilly is sick Ma’am.” Hannah replies. I jerk my head up. Lilly is Anna’s ladies’ maid. Could Anna be sick? I look again to Anna; her eyes don’t hold her sparkle they usually have.
“Oh, dear, Thomas one of our servants our sick, still want to say we will not get the epidemic in our house. I told you weeks ago that people were coming down sick and we needed to move to Boston for a couple of weeks. Now we could get sick!” Ma shrieks.
“Hannah, go tell George to go get the Doctor Morgan for Lilly, and I think supper is done for tonight.” Pa gets up and heads out of the dining room. Ma pulls out her fan and fans herself. Anna gets up and slowly slumps to her room. Josephine and Arthur get up and walk to their room. Gamma looks at Grandpa then Grandpa gets up and helps Gamma up. Ma still sits and fans herself. I slowly get up. I look at the direction of the kitchen. I say a silent prayer for Lilly, praying God protects her when she’s sick. I add that God keeps us safe from whatever Lilly has.
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I wake from noise and footsteps outside my bedroom door. I swing my legs over the edge and get up. I run to get my dressing gown and slip it on. I walk to the door and peek out. I see servants running wildly with panic on their faces. I grab Brigit my ladies’ maid. She looks at me with terror in her eyes. “Hannah what’s going on?” I ask.
“Miss Anna she sick ma’am, she sick from Lilly Miss Elizabeth.” Hannah replies. I feel the color drain from my face. I release her arm and come fully out.
I run to Anna’s room down the hallway. I see Dr. Morgan leaning over Anna. Ma is in the corner with Pa crying silently in her handkerchief. Pa’s trying to comfort her. Gamma and Grandpa are next to them. I do not see Josephine or Arthur so they must have not woken up. I walk towards Dr. Morgan and stand next to him. I look at Anna. Her face is ashen. Dr. Morgan is checking Anna’s throat. Why would he do that? Unless… Dr. Morgan finishes and closes his black leather bag. He looks at me then at Ma and Pa. His face tells me everything.
“Its smallpox isn’t it? Oh, Dear Anna!” I look at Anna again.
“I’m afraid so Elizabeth. I have to put ya’ll in quarantine for a couple weeks. Ya’ll have been around her and have been exposed to her. The best thing for her is if you can get someone to go to Dots and ask for something. Dot has been busier than a bee in spring, since smallpox has come to Whispering Hills.” I take a deep breath and step up to Dr. Morgan.
“I’ll go to Dots and get something. I have barely been around her.” I look to Pa and Ma. Ma is still crying into her handkerchief. Pa looks at me then slowly nods. “I’ll go. I feel I have to do something for Anna.” Dr. Morgan nods then reaches in his black leather bag. He grabbed out a mask.
“I’d advise you wear this when you go out. Even though you’re in the same house you might not get it from her, but there’s a possibility you’ll get it from someone else in town.” He hands me the mask and then nods to Ma and Pa. “I’ll be praying for Anna Thomas. I hate to see kids sick.” He leaves the room and Trenton the butler leaves to show him out.
The house is in disarray. The servants are running from the servant corridors to Anna’s room. I hurry to my room to dress for my trip to town. I hurry to put on a working dress. I had asked Ma if I could put in an herb garden this spring. Then I asked if I could have a working dress. I feel it appropriate to wear the working dress to town. I do not bother with my hair. I do not think it will matter. I grab my shawl then run down the stairs. George meets me at the door. He nods to me.
“Miss Elizabeth, I have Will drivin’ you to town. I wish to stay to see what I can do for Miss Anna.” I smile at George. He’s been with our family ever since I can remember. He’s such a loyal servant.
“Thank you George. Right now all we can do is pray. But that is the best thing we can do.” I wave to him then run to the barn.
I see the buggy is already hitched up and waiting. Will is standing near it waiting. He looks tired. My heart does an unexpected flip and I frown. Why does my heart decide to do that now? I square my shoulders and try to hide the fact I had such a reaction to seeing him. I walk toward him. He notices me and his eyes widen. I halt and think. Why would he react like that? I realize I left my hair flowing down my back. My face reddens and I avert my eyes from his gaze. I hurry to try to grab my hair and put it up. But I realize I have nothing to put it up. He walks my way and I dare a glance at him. I see compassion and sincerity in his eyes. He stops within inches of me. I look up at him. He places his hands on my shoulders. I feel something like a bolt of lightening in me all the way to my toes. He puts his finger under my chin and raises my face so I’m looking right at his emerald eyes.
“Lizzy, George told about Anna how is she?” His eyes show so much compassion it is almost my undoing. I take a deep breath and step back from his hands. I close my eyes to compose myself. I open them to see him still looking at me with some emotion I can not describe.
“She’ll be okay once I go to Dots and get something to help. In the meantime pray for her Will.” My heart is hammering in my chest from his touch and nearness. He nods and heads to the buggy. Breathe, just breathe Elizabeth. Just remember to breathe. I follow him to the buggy. He waits for me to help me up. I hurry and scramble up before he has time to help me. He shakes his head and smiles. He grabs the reins and hands them to me. He jumps up on the seat next to me. He retakes the reins and yells to the horses to go. The buggy sways and jumps on the path. I can only think of poor little Anna in the bed her face ashen. I vow to do everything I can to see her better.
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“Lizzy Dear! What in the blazes are you doing here at this hour come in, come in. It’s colder than my ice box out there. Now come here and stand next to the fire. Will darlin’ come here too! You two stand in front of the fire there and warm up. I’ll go put on some coffee. Now Dear tell me how’s your family?” Dot bustles back in and sets a kettle with coffee to warm up. She looks at me and her expression changes. Her bubbly smile is gone replaced with a sober frown. “Dear? Why are you here?” I look at her and try to smile. Obviously did not do too well. “Elizabeth is it your family?” I do not trust my voice so I slowly nod. I feel tears welling in my eyes. I blink rapidly trying to stop them. Will, who is sitting next to me, places his arm around my shoulders for comfort. He clears his throat.
“Dot, Anna is sick.” He clears it again. “It’s smallpox.” I hear Dot exhale and gasp. I look up and see tears swimming in her kind blue eyes. She leans over and pats my hand in my lap.
She stands up and walks over to a shelf filled with herbs. She grabs a jar than another. Soon she has at least nine jars on the counter. She starts doing her thing with herbs and mixes, shakes and grinds them. I watch in amazement as she does what I know is her favorite thing to do. She soon has six jars of mixed and shaken herbs. She walks back to me and Will.
“Dear, I have six jars for you to take home. The first one is a combination is Jujube fruits, Khaski and sugar. These should be boiled together and strained. The decoction should be given with three raisins if Anna is constipated. That will make a tea for her to drink. Alternatively, the other jar is figs. They should be cut into three pieces and cooked in a little water. That one there is Saffron. It should be mixed with it after straining it. The decoction helps shorten the course of the disease.
“If the pustules itch during drying up, a salt free diet should be given to Anna. Anna should be exposed to the smoke of Jhau or Bhojpatra leaves. Those are the jars there. When the scabs start falling off, cow's ghee or sesame oil, slightly warmed should be applied to the scars. The last jar is the sesame oil.
“I am giving these to you. I trust you to do exactly what I have told you. I will be praying for Anna and your family. Come see me when this epidemic is over.” She smile and gets up again. She grabs a basket and fills it with the jars. She brings the basket to me and hands it to Will who holds it in one hand and keeps his other arm around my shoulders. Just having his arm around me gives me strength that Anna will be fine. I look up at him and he smiles at me. When this is all over I shall contemplate what this emotion is in his eyes as he looks at me.
God bless!
“Thomas we need to go to our home in Boston, smallpox has broken out in Whispering Hills. I want to feel safe.” Ma says to Pa at the supper table. I watch Anna pick at her food. Anna’s complexion is all wrong. She has a peaches and cream complexion, and her cheeks now are more like tomatoes.
“Dear, we’re fine, as long as no one leaves this house unless they absolutely need to, we’ll be fine.” Pa gives Ma’s hand a squeeze and smiles at her. Ma smiles back then goes back to her food. Gamma rolls her eyes, and Grandpa looks sternly at her.
“Thomas you need to protect your family. If Catherine wants to go to the house in Boston you should listen. Even the Cooks’ went to their other home somewhere in New York.” Gamma argued.
“Mary-Lou, you needn’t express your feelings. If Thomas feels it’s time to go to their home in Boston he will pack up.” Grandpa smiles at Gamma. I continue to watch Anna, she does not look right. I hear commotion in the kitchen then see Hannah, Ma’s ladies’ maid come running in. She wore a panicked expression on her lovely face.
“Hannah Dear, what is wrong?” Ma asks.
“Mrs. Winthorpe, Lilly is sick Ma’am.” Hannah replies. I jerk my head up. Lilly is Anna’s ladies’ maid. Could Anna be sick? I look again to Anna; her eyes don’t hold her sparkle they usually have.
“Oh, dear, Thomas one of our servants our sick, still want to say we will not get the epidemic in our house. I told you weeks ago that people were coming down sick and we needed to move to Boston for a couple of weeks. Now we could get sick!” Ma shrieks.
“Hannah, go tell George to go get the Doctor Morgan for Lilly, and I think supper is done for tonight.” Pa gets up and heads out of the dining room. Ma pulls out her fan and fans herself. Anna gets up and slowly slumps to her room. Josephine and Arthur get up and walk to their room. Gamma looks at Grandpa then Grandpa gets up and helps Gamma up. Ma still sits and fans herself. I slowly get up. I look at the direction of the kitchen. I say a silent prayer for Lilly, praying God protects her when she’s sick. I add that God keeps us safe from whatever Lilly has.
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I wake from noise and footsteps outside my bedroom door. I swing my legs over the edge and get up. I run to get my dressing gown and slip it on. I walk to the door and peek out. I see servants running wildly with panic on their faces. I grab Brigit my ladies’ maid. She looks at me with terror in her eyes. “Hannah what’s going on?” I ask.
“Miss Anna she sick ma’am, she sick from Lilly Miss Elizabeth.” Hannah replies. I feel the color drain from my face. I release her arm and come fully out.
I run to Anna’s room down the hallway. I see Dr. Morgan leaning over Anna. Ma is in the corner with Pa crying silently in her handkerchief. Pa’s trying to comfort her. Gamma and Grandpa are next to them. I do not see Josephine or Arthur so they must have not woken up. I walk towards Dr. Morgan and stand next to him. I look at Anna. Her face is ashen. Dr. Morgan is checking Anna’s throat. Why would he do that? Unless… Dr. Morgan finishes and closes his black leather bag. He looks at me then at Ma and Pa. His face tells me everything.
“Its smallpox isn’t it? Oh, Dear Anna!” I look at Anna again.
“I’m afraid so Elizabeth. I have to put ya’ll in quarantine for a couple weeks. Ya’ll have been around her and have been exposed to her. The best thing for her is if you can get someone to go to Dots and ask for something. Dot has been busier than a bee in spring, since smallpox has come to Whispering Hills.” I take a deep breath and step up to Dr. Morgan.
“I’ll go to Dots and get something. I have barely been around her.” I look to Pa and Ma. Ma is still crying into her handkerchief. Pa looks at me then slowly nods. “I’ll go. I feel I have to do something for Anna.” Dr. Morgan nods then reaches in his black leather bag. He grabbed out a mask.
“I’d advise you wear this when you go out. Even though you’re in the same house you might not get it from her, but there’s a possibility you’ll get it from someone else in town.” He hands me the mask and then nods to Ma and Pa. “I’ll be praying for Anna Thomas. I hate to see kids sick.” He leaves the room and Trenton the butler leaves to show him out.
The house is in disarray. The servants are running from the servant corridors to Anna’s room. I hurry to my room to dress for my trip to town. I hurry to put on a working dress. I had asked Ma if I could put in an herb garden this spring. Then I asked if I could have a working dress. I feel it appropriate to wear the working dress to town. I do not bother with my hair. I do not think it will matter. I grab my shawl then run down the stairs. George meets me at the door. He nods to me.
“Miss Elizabeth, I have Will drivin’ you to town. I wish to stay to see what I can do for Miss Anna.” I smile at George. He’s been with our family ever since I can remember. He’s such a loyal servant.
“Thank you George. Right now all we can do is pray. But that is the best thing we can do.” I wave to him then run to the barn.
I see the buggy is already hitched up and waiting. Will is standing near it waiting. He looks tired. My heart does an unexpected flip and I frown. Why does my heart decide to do that now? I square my shoulders and try to hide the fact I had such a reaction to seeing him. I walk toward him. He notices me and his eyes widen. I halt and think. Why would he react like that? I realize I left my hair flowing down my back. My face reddens and I avert my eyes from his gaze. I hurry to try to grab my hair and put it up. But I realize I have nothing to put it up. He walks my way and I dare a glance at him. I see compassion and sincerity in his eyes. He stops within inches of me. I look up at him. He places his hands on my shoulders. I feel something like a bolt of lightening in me all the way to my toes. He puts his finger under my chin and raises my face so I’m looking right at his emerald eyes.
“Lizzy, George told about Anna how is she?” His eyes show so much compassion it is almost my undoing. I take a deep breath and step back from his hands. I close my eyes to compose myself. I open them to see him still looking at me with some emotion I can not describe.
“She’ll be okay once I go to Dots and get something to help. In the meantime pray for her Will.” My heart is hammering in my chest from his touch and nearness. He nods and heads to the buggy. Breathe, just breathe Elizabeth. Just remember to breathe. I follow him to the buggy. He waits for me to help me up. I hurry and scramble up before he has time to help me. He shakes his head and smiles. He grabs the reins and hands them to me. He jumps up on the seat next to me. He retakes the reins and yells to the horses to go. The buggy sways and jumps on the path. I can only think of poor little Anna in the bed her face ashen. I vow to do everything I can to see her better.
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“Lizzy Dear! What in the blazes are you doing here at this hour come in, come in. It’s colder than my ice box out there. Now come here and stand next to the fire. Will darlin’ come here too! You two stand in front of the fire there and warm up. I’ll go put on some coffee. Now Dear tell me how’s your family?” Dot bustles back in and sets a kettle with coffee to warm up. She looks at me and her expression changes. Her bubbly smile is gone replaced with a sober frown. “Dear? Why are you here?” I look at her and try to smile. Obviously did not do too well. “Elizabeth is it your family?” I do not trust my voice so I slowly nod. I feel tears welling in my eyes. I blink rapidly trying to stop them. Will, who is sitting next to me, places his arm around my shoulders for comfort. He clears his throat.
“Dot, Anna is sick.” He clears it again. “It’s smallpox.” I hear Dot exhale and gasp. I look up and see tears swimming in her kind blue eyes. She leans over and pats my hand in my lap.
She stands up and walks over to a shelf filled with herbs. She grabs a jar than another. Soon she has at least nine jars on the counter. She starts doing her thing with herbs and mixes, shakes and grinds them. I watch in amazement as she does what I know is her favorite thing to do. She soon has six jars of mixed and shaken herbs. She walks back to me and Will.
“Dear, I have six jars for you to take home. The first one is a combination is Jujube fruits, Khaski and sugar. These should be boiled together and strained. The decoction should be given with three raisins if Anna is constipated. That will make a tea for her to drink. Alternatively, the other jar is figs. They should be cut into three pieces and cooked in a little water. That one there is Saffron. It should be mixed with it after straining it. The decoction helps shorten the course of the disease.
“If the pustules itch during drying up, a salt free diet should be given to Anna. Anna should be exposed to the smoke of Jhau or Bhojpatra leaves. Those are the jars there. When the scabs start falling off, cow's ghee or sesame oil, slightly warmed should be applied to the scars. The last jar is the sesame oil.
“I am giving these to you. I trust you to do exactly what I have told you. I will be praying for Anna and your family. Come see me when this epidemic is over.” She smile and gets up again. She grabs a basket and fills it with the jars. She brings the basket to me and hands it to Will who holds it in one hand and keeps his other arm around my shoulders. Just having his arm around me gives me strength that Anna will be fine. I look up at him and he smiles at me. When this is all over I shall contemplate what this emotion is in his eyes as he looks at me.
God bless!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Chapter Eight
Chapter 8
Have you ever had the sensation that you would love if the floor swallowed you up right then? Well, I’m there. Seeing Pa’s face I knew I was in for it. I release Will’s hand and start to walk towards Pa.
“Stay right there Elizabeth Marie.” Pa ground out through gritted teeth. I see Pa’s jaw clench and his hands clench and unclench. I knew I was in trouble; he used my full name and middle name. I stop walking and hang my head. “William Duncan what on earth is going on?” Will looks at me and then stares at Pa.
“N-Nothing Sir.”
“Then why do I find you holding my daughters hand, leaning towards her, alone in the barn?” I look at Pa again and feel like I need to do something. I slowly walk towards Pa.
“Pa, nothing was going on. He was just coming to get me. He knew the service started soon, and he knew I was in here.” I smile hoping to get Pa to forget it and smile as well. Pa glares at me and looks again to Will. I see Will hang his head in shame. He should not need to hang his head in shame. We did nothing. I summon up enough edge and courage to face Pa. “Pa, stop looking at Will like he’s, like he’s scum. Pa Will is one of the most respectable men I know. Nothing was going on, I promise Pa.” I grab Pa’s arm. Pa glares at me again.
“No more of this Elizabeth. We’ll talk later.” He glares at Will again then stomps out of the barn. I feel tears behind my eyes and blink rapidly to avoid crying. I look to Will. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he clenches and unclenches his hands. I hate that this is upon him. I walk towards him and he backs away. He slowly shakes his head and stalks out of the barn. I collapse on the barn floor. How could Pa do that? We did nothing and nothing was going to happen. I was going to make sure. Shudders rack my body. I realize I left my shawl on the porch swing. I stand up and run to the porch. Might as well put on a happy face and get through the night.
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“Here are some key scriptures on loving your enemies….” I jerk, trying to listen to Pastor Franklin’s sermon. I sit next to Anna and Ma. Anna is fidgeting in the pew. Ma is sitting straight and erect.
“’A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.’ That’s John 13:34. What does that tell us? Well Jesus says to love everyone as He has loved us. Because what did He do that was the ultimate sacrifice to show us His love? He died for us to forgive our sins. That’s pretty big. Now I’m not saying you die for your enemies, but just show them love like Jesus does.” He walks to the podium and sifts through the Bible and looks up.
“Now this verse I hold close to my heart. ‘This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’ That’s John 15:12-13. It’s about saying the same thing the other did, but now He’s saying to lay down your life for your friends.
“Our highest calling is to spread the Word of the Gospel and help others grow in Christ. We should be passionately concerned about introducing people to Jesus. Along the same lines, we should be passionately concerned about other believers' spiritual welfare. Jesus loved His enemies. Make Him your example on how to live. I know none of us are perfect, there was and only is one perfect person. Jesus.
“Realize that your enemies may just be acting like that to you out of something within. They do not necessarily hate you. They might just be going through something and are lashing out on you. However, if someone insults you or dislikes you, respond in a Christ-like manner. Don't take things personally or give in to hurt feelings and let your emotions control you. Instead, see the other person as someone with a problem who needs God's help and your prayers. Forgive even if your enemy does not apologize. Follow Jesus' example: ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.’ Follow Stephen's example: ‘Then he fell on his knees and cried out, "Lord, do not hold this sin against them." When he had said this, he fell asleep.’
“Pray for your enemies. When you feel irritated about someone: Pray for the other person's needs. Pray that God will help you forgive. Pray that God will help you love him or her. Remember Paul’s words about love. ‘Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.’”
Pastor Franklin ended with a prayer then I hear a round of amen’s. I raise my head and see Charity Cook. I vow to use this sermon in practice with Charity. I realize I have not been really nice to Charity over the years and I need to change that. I think back to all those years and see when I had a chance to be nice I retorted back at her. I stand up with everyone else. I look and see Charity talking with a guy. I did not recognize him, but he’s probably new to the town. I decide I’ll reconcile with her later. I follow my family out to shake hands with Pastor Franklin. When I reach him I shake his hand. “Pastor it was an amazing sermon. I realized I need to be more like Jesus in this area. Thank you.” He smiles.
“You’re welcome Elizabeth. I hoped to reach people. I’m glad I did.” He squeezes my hand and releases my hand then reaches to shakes hands with Arthur. I walk out and feel the cold mountain air on my face. Looking up to the mountains I always feel God with me. Looking at the mountains I feel like I can do anything. I breathe a prayer of thanks to God for everything in my life.
God bless!
Have you ever had the sensation that you would love if the floor swallowed you up right then? Well, I’m there. Seeing Pa’s face I knew I was in for it. I release Will’s hand and start to walk towards Pa.
“Stay right there Elizabeth Marie.” Pa ground out through gritted teeth. I see Pa’s jaw clench and his hands clench and unclench. I knew I was in trouble; he used my full name and middle name. I stop walking and hang my head. “William Duncan what on earth is going on?” Will looks at me and then stares at Pa.
“N-Nothing Sir.”
“Then why do I find you holding my daughters hand, leaning towards her, alone in the barn?” I look at Pa again and feel like I need to do something. I slowly walk towards Pa.
“Pa, nothing was going on. He was just coming to get me. He knew the service started soon, and he knew I was in here.” I smile hoping to get Pa to forget it and smile as well. Pa glares at me and looks again to Will. I see Will hang his head in shame. He should not need to hang his head in shame. We did nothing. I summon up enough edge and courage to face Pa. “Pa, stop looking at Will like he’s, like he’s scum. Pa Will is one of the most respectable men I know. Nothing was going on, I promise Pa.” I grab Pa’s arm. Pa glares at me again.
“No more of this Elizabeth. We’ll talk later.” He glares at Will again then stomps out of the barn. I feel tears behind my eyes and blink rapidly to avoid crying. I look to Will. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he clenches and unclenches his hands. I hate that this is upon him. I walk towards him and he backs away. He slowly shakes his head and stalks out of the barn. I collapse on the barn floor. How could Pa do that? We did nothing and nothing was going to happen. I was going to make sure. Shudders rack my body. I realize I left my shawl on the porch swing. I stand up and run to the porch. Might as well put on a happy face and get through the night.
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“Here are some key scriptures on loving your enemies….” I jerk, trying to listen to Pastor Franklin’s sermon. I sit next to Anna and Ma. Anna is fidgeting in the pew. Ma is sitting straight and erect.
“’A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.’ That’s John 13:34. What does that tell us? Well Jesus says to love everyone as He has loved us. Because what did He do that was the ultimate sacrifice to show us His love? He died for us to forgive our sins. That’s pretty big. Now I’m not saying you die for your enemies, but just show them love like Jesus does.” He walks to the podium and sifts through the Bible and looks up.
“Now this verse I hold close to my heart. ‘This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’ That’s John 15:12-13. It’s about saying the same thing the other did, but now He’s saying to lay down your life for your friends.
“Our highest calling is to spread the Word of the Gospel and help others grow in Christ. We should be passionately concerned about introducing people to Jesus. Along the same lines, we should be passionately concerned about other believers' spiritual welfare. Jesus loved His enemies. Make Him your example on how to live. I know none of us are perfect, there was and only is one perfect person. Jesus.
“Realize that your enemies may just be acting like that to you out of something within. They do not necessarily hate you. They might just be going through something and are lashing out on you. However, if someone insults you or dislikes you, respond in a Christ-like manner. Don't take things personally or give in to hurt feelings and let your emotions control you. Instead, see the other person as someone with a problem who needs God's help and your prayers. Forgive even if your enemy does not apologize. Follow Jesus' example: ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.’ Follow Stephen's example: ‘Then he fell on his knees and cried out, "Lord, do not hold this sin against them." When he had said this, he fell asleep.’
“Pray for your enemies. When you feel irritated about someone: Pray for the other person's needs. Pray that God will help you forgive. Pray that God will help you love him or her. Remember Paul’s words about love. ‘Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.’”
Pastor Franklin ended with a prayer then I hear a round of amen’s. I raise my head and see Charity Cook. I vow to use this sermon in practice with Charity. I realize I have not been really nice to Charity over the years and I need to change that. I think back to all those years and see when I had a chance to be nice I retorted back at her. I stand up with everyone else. I look and see Charity talking with a guy. I did not recognize him, but he’s probably new to the town. I decide I’ll reconcile with her later. I follow my family out to shake hands with Pastor Franklin. When I reach him I shake his hand. “Pastor it was an amazing sermon. I realized I need to be more like Jesus in this area. Thank you.” He smiles.
“You’re welcome Elizabeth. I hoped to reach people. I’m glad I did.” He squeezes my hand and releases my hand then reaches to shakes hands with Arthur. I walk out and feel the cold mountain air on my face. Looking up to the mountains I always feel God with me. Looking at the mountains I feel like I can do anything. I breathe a prayer of thanks to God for everything in my life.
God bless!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Chapter Seven
Chapter 7
New Years Eve 1890
“Dear, why don’t you wear that brown dress that Charity gave you for your birthday for tonight’s service?” Ma asked me while she was working on her needlepoint in the parlor. I have yet to wear that dress for it makes me look like a frumpy horse.
“Ma, I was planning on wearing my green silk dress. I think it looks great with my eyes.”
I just hoped Ma agreed and says yes. I stopped my knitting. I looked into the eyes of the one woman that could make me feel safe or make me want to hide under the covers. Ma smiled, though small it was a smile. Ma rarely smiled. She felt adults should not show emotion it was a weakness. I on the other hand felt it was a strength. Showing your emotions to me help me cope with the world. She put down her needlepoint and took my hand.
“Dear, you may wear your green dress. Just promise me you’ll wear the brown dress to next Sunday’s service.” Might as well agree to it.
“I promise.” She released my hand and continued her needlepoint. I pick up my knitting and resumed knitting a scarf for Gamma.
I cannot say why I want to wear the green dress. It was my best dress, and it really brought out my eyes. I refuse to admit I want to wear it for Will. It’s simply just a coincidence that it’s Will’s favorite color. I wonder what would be Will’s reaction when he saw me in the dress. Would he like it or completely ignore it? Would I see the sparkle in his eyes I love oh so much?
Whoa, where did that come from? I felt the red creeping up my neck all the way up to my hairline. I so hope Ma do not notice the sudden color in my complexion. I ducked my head trying to hide it. I peek a look a Ma under my lashes. She’s still engrossed in her needlepoint. I inwardly exhale. She did not notice. I would get an onslaught of questions if she saw. I pick up my knitting and pack it up in the basket. I need fresh air. I stand up and head towards the door, hoping Ma does not question me. Ma looks up at me with her brows up in silent question. I smile. “I need some fresh air I shall finish the scarf later.” I quickly make an exit.
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I felt rather than saw Will jogging toward me. I sit on the porch swing looking towards the mountains. They look so beautiful at this time; the sun was almost behind them. This was like a tradition with me. On New Year’s Eve I always sit on the porch and watch the sun go down. I sit there thinking of the past year, and what is to come in the next.
The sunset is gorgeous tonight. It’s as if the colors and intensity of the light is just enough to calm you. The sun is like a great big romantic, inspirational fire in the sky.
It’s as if a powerful symphony was quieting down, becoming more emotional and beautiful as it dies down. Its rays seem friendly. They remind me of an old friend, waving goodbye to you. With it’s fingers of pink and purple waving goodbye.
I hear boots on the boards of the porch and my heart does a flip. My heart needs to stop doing this. I refuse to look into those eyes, so much like mine. The steps slow down and soon stop in front of me. I continue to look at the sunset. The sun is now completely behind the mountains and the last rays of sun is slowly descending down. I see the first star blinking in the sky.
I know Will is still standing there but I don’t think my mind could handle it. I glance at Will under my lashes and see he is not staring at the sunset but at me. I feel the blush creep up my neck again. I quickly turn my eyes from him and look again at the mountains. I feel Will sigh in my soul. How do I have such a connection with him?
I feel Will look at me and then slowly walk to the porch swing, I feel him sit down. I finally sum up enough courage to look at Will. I slowly look up. He’s staring at me again! What’s that emotion in his eyes? Endearment? Affection? Dare I think love? No, that can’t be love. He slowly smiles. I feel my lip twitching up of its own accord. I need to break the connection but I can’t make myself do it. Will leans ever so slightly forward. I need to look away and move away. I quickly look away and stand up. I need to walk away, I need to be able to breath normally again.
I run off the porch to the barn, hoping he does not follow. I walk into the barn out of breath. I hunch over and grab my knees trying to catch my breath. I know I should be inside with my family, but I just need some time to myself. I need time to sort through what happened on the porch or lack there of. I can’t believe what Will almost did. Can he actually have feelings for me? I refuse to contemplate what happened.
I see Shining Star in her stall. I usually feel better once I brush Shining Star. I pick up a brush and head towards her stall. Shining star is about to foal any day now. Shining Star whinnies when she sees me. I step into her stall and gradually brush her and whisper calming things to her. Shining Star is a great confidante for people. I always come to her to talk to. Best part is she does not judge me.
I hear a noise behind me and my heart flutters. How does my heart automatically know who it is? I turn around to see Will in the doorway of the barn. The light in the barn illuminates his sandy colored hair to a golden color. Will slowly walks towards me. I drop the brush in my hand and step out of the stall. I meet him halfway. He clears his throat and puts his hands in his pockets. I recognize the movement as what he does when he’s nervous. I find it quite endearing that he’s nervous to be near me. I smile to try to help him not be so nervous. His smile is more of a nervous smile. He looks down ad clears his throat again. “Lizzy?”
“Yes, Will?”
“I uh, well, I uh, what I’m trying to say is, uh,” He clears his throat again. “Lizzy, you’re not making this any easier.” He smiles his amazing smile.
“Making what any easier, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What I’ve been trying to say is, uh,” he laughs nervously. He reaches for my hand and I gave it to him. “Lizzy,-”
“What’s going on in here?” Pa’s face was grim and his eyes radiated anger.
New Years Eve 1890
“Dear, why don’t you wear that brown dress that Charity gave you for your birthday for tonight’s service?” Ma asked me while she was working on her needlepoint in the parlor. I have yet to wear that dress for it makes me look like a frumpy horse.
“Ma, I was planning on wearing my green silk dress. I think it looks great with my eyes.”
I just hoped Ma agreed and says yes. I stopped my knitting. I looked into the eyes of the one woman that could make me feel safe or make me want to hide under the covers. Ma smiled, though small it was a smile. Ma rarely smiled. She felt adults should not show emotion it was a weakness. I on the other hand felt it was a strength. Showing your emotions to me help me cope with the world. She put down her needlepoint and took my hand.
“Dear, you may wear your green dress. Just promise me you’ll wear the brown dress to next Sunday’s service.” Might as well agree to it.
“I promise.” She released my hand and continued her needlepoint. I pick up my knitting and resumed knitting a scarf for Gamma.
I cannot say why I want to wear the green dress. It was my best dress, and it really brought out my eyes. I refuse to admit I want to wear it for Will. It’s simply just a coincidence that it’s Will’s favorite color. I wonder what would be Will’s reaction when he saw me in the dress. Would he like it or completely ignore it? Would I see the sparkle in his eyes I love oh so much?
Whoa, where did that come from? I felt the red creeping up my neck all the way up to my hairline. I so hope Ma do not notice the sudden color in my complexion. I ducked my head trying to hide it. I peek a look a Ma under my lashes. She’s still engrossed in her needlepoint. I inwardly exhale. She did not notice. I would get an onslaught of questions if she saw. I pick up my knitting and pack it up in the basket. I need fresh air. I stand up and head towards the door, hoping Ma does not question me. Ma looks up at me with her brows up in silent question. I smile. “I need some fresh air I shall finish the scarf later.” I quickly make an exit.
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I felt rather than saw Will jogging toward me. I sit on the porch swing looking towards the mountains. They look so beautiful at this time; the sun was almost behind them. This was like a tradition with me. On New Year’s Eve I always sit on the porch and watch the sun go down. I sit there thinking of the past year, and what is to come in the next.
The sunset is gorgeous tonight. It’s as if the colors and intensity of the light is just enough to calm you. The sun is like a great big romantic, inspirational fire in the sky.
It’s as if a powerful symphony was quieting down, becoming more emotional and beautiful as it dies down. Its rays seem friendly. They remind me of an old friend, waving goodbye to you. With it’s fingers of pink and purple waving goodbye.
I hear boots on the boards of the porch and my heart does a flip. My heart needs to stop doing this. I refuse to look into those eyes, so much like mine. The steps slow down and soon stop in front of me. I continue to look at the sunset. The sun is now completely behind the mountains and the last rays of sun is slowly descending down. I see the first star blinking in the sky.
I know Will is still standing there but I don’t think my mind could handle it. I glance at Will under my lashes and see he is not staring at the sunset but at me. I feel the blush creep up my neck again. I quickly turn my eyes from him and look again at the mountains. I feel Will sigh in my soul. How do I have such a connection with him?
I feel Will look at me and then slowly walk to the porch swing, I feel him sit down. I finally sum up enough courage to look at Will. I slowly look up. He’s staring at me again! What’s that emotion in his eyes? Endearment? Affection? Dare I think love? No, that can’t be love. He slowly smiles. I feel my lip twitching up of its own accord. I need to break the connection but I can’t make myself do it. Will leans ever so slightly forward. I need to look away and move away. I quickly look away and stand up. I need to walk away, I need to be able to breath normally again.
I run off the porch to the barn, hoping he does not follow. I walk into the barn out of breath. I hunch over and grab my knees trying to catch my breath. I know I should be inside with my family, but I just need some time to myself. I need time to sort through what happened on the porch or lack there of. I can’t believe what Will almost did. Can he actually have feelings for me? I refuse to contemplate what happened.
I see Shining Star in her stall. I usually feel better once I brush Shining Star. I pick up a brush and head towards her stall. Shining star is about to foal any day now. Shining Star whinnies when she sees me. I step into her stall and gradually brush her and whisper calming things to her. Shining Star is a great confidante for people. I always come to her to talk to. Best part is she does not judge me.
I hear a noise behind me and my heart flutters. How does my heart automatically know who it is? I turn around to see Will in the doorway of the barn. The light in the barn illuminates his sandy colored hair to a golden color. Will slowly walks towards me. I drop the brush in my hand and step out of the stall. I meet him halfway. He clears his throat and puts his hands in his pockets. I recognize the movement as what he does when he’s nervous. I find it quite endearing that he’s nervous to be near me. I smile to try to help him not be so nervous. His smile is more of a nervous smile. He looks down ad clears his throat again. “Lizzy?”
“Yes, Will?”
“I uh, well, I uh, what I’m trying to say is, uh,” He clears his throat again. “Lizzy, you’re not making this any easier.” He smiles his amazing smile.
“Making what any easier, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What I’ve been trying to say is, uh,” he laughs nervously. He reaches for my hand and I gave it to him. “Lizzy,-”
“What’s going on in here?” Pa’s face was grim and his eyes radiated anger.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Chapter Six
Chapter 6
Christmas Eve 1890
“It’s snowing!” Anna exclaimed as she looked out the parlor window. She had her nose pressed to the glass of the window. She ran to me and looked at me excitedly. “Lizzy, it’s snowing! Can you believe it! Snow on Christmas Eve.” She grabbed my hand. I laughed at her enthusiastic behavior.
“Yes Anna it is snowing I see that, maybe after you finish knitting your mittens you can go out.” I replied to her happy face.
“Will you go out with me? Please?” Anna pleaded.
“I suppose I can, only after you finish your mittens. You cannot go out without mittens.”
“Oh, I’ll hurry and finish I want to go out in the snow! We can make snow angels and a snowman and have a snowball fight!”
I laughed at her little girl excitement. She sat back down on the window seat and worked at her mittens. I was embroidering a handkerchief for Pa, Gampa, Mr. John, Arthur and Will. Since Mr. John and Will had no family around, they spent Christmas with us. I was embroidering their initials onto the handkerchiefs.
I had Pa’s, Gampa’s, Arthur’s and Mr. John’s finished. Pa’s was a Robin’s egg blue with a trimming and initials of indigo thread. I stitched T.S.W Thomas Silas Winthorpe. Gampa’s was gray and white thread trimming and initials. I stitched J.R.W Joel Richard Wilkes. Arthur’s was a cardinal red with a scarlet trimming and initials. I stitched A.J.J Arthur James Jenkins. Mr. John’s was a bronze with a sepia trimming and initials. I stitched J.L.D John Lee Duncan.
I purposefully put Will’s last, seeing how my weird reaction to him lately. I picked up the handkerchief I had made for him. I made it in his favorite color green. The hankie was an emerald green, and I bordered it with olive green thread. I started his initials with the same olive green thread starting with the W. I slowly stitched out the W.L.D. It stood for William Lee Duncan. He had his father’s middle name. I finished off the D and snipped the thread and looked at it.
I placed it in the basket I had the others in and stood up. Anna was engrossed in her knitting so I left the parlor to put the basket in my room. I walked into the hallway to see Will standing right there. I quickly hid his handkerchief under the others. I flashed a smile his way then ran up the stairs. I walked into my room closed the door, dropped the basket and placed my hand over my fluttering heart. Why do I have this reaction to him? I know I promised Anna to go out in the snow with her but if Will’s out there I don’t know what I’ll do.
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I heard a knock on my door and jumped. I was being silly. Like Will would actually be at my door. I placed the book I was reading on the table near the chair. When I sat down to read I was hoping to be engrossed in Jane Austen’s words I’d forget my problems. I loved Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I have all of Jane Austen’s books. I tried to focus on the words in the book but never could. Usually I could sit and read for hours at a time. I can get so engrossed in a book I forget everything around me. Ma always complained I spent too much time dreaming and reading. I got my love of reading from Gamma. I always loved reading romances.
I walked to the door and pulled it open. Gamma was at my door. My face lit up and I smiled. Gamma always seemed to know when I needed her. I welcomed her in and she sat on the settee near the chair I just vacated. I sat down again.
Gamma smiled at me and that was her que to me to tell her what’s wrong. She always knew when I came to read in my room I was distressed. I could not bring myself to say what’s on my mind. How could I start? When I came home months ago I started having these weird feelings for my best friend I’ve known for ten years. I looked down at my hands in my lap. Gamma cleared her throat giving me another que. I looked up into her smiling face and knew I could tell her.
“Gamma how do you always know when I need you?” I asked my wise grandmother.
“Experience Dearie, I may be an old withered lady, but I know more than any of you give me credit for.” She smiled. “So, Dearie, what is it that’s making that pretty little head confused.”
I took a deep breath and launched into the long story. Me coming home seeing Will, having these weird flutters in my stomach and heart. Feeling jealousy seeing Charity all over Will. I felt I could tell her anything I saw nothing but compassion and wisdom in her eyes. Not judgment, condemnation, or pity. Just compassion and love for her granddaughter. I finished with the talk Will and I almost had if it was not for Anna. I took a deep breath and looked into the eyes so much like mine except those eyes have seen more of the world than I knew. She sighed slightly and smiled.
“Now Gamma what’s going through your pretty little head?”
“Lizzy, Dear, as much as I know you don’t want to have these feelings for Will. I know you’ve been friends for ten years, but it sounds like you’re experiencing young love.”
“But, Gamma, I can’t love Will he’s my friend that’ll make things so much more complicated between us. It’s already strained.” I sighed and slumped back in the chair. Sometimes Gamma’s talks made me feel worse, in a good way of course.
“Sweetie, as much as your head says that your heart is saying something completely different. Did I ever tell you how I and Grandpa met?”
“No.” I replied.
“Well, it was in 1861, he was twenty-two and I was twenty. I was in town visiting some friends. I was from New York, he was from Tennessee. Of course you’ve heard your Grandpa the War Between the States started around there. It was wrong to talk to a Southerner if you were a Northerner. Well I met him at a ball my friends were throwing to send off their men to fight the Yankees. I was sitting in the corner feeling like I did not belong there. I was the only Northerner there. Well, your Grandpa came walking up in his Rebel-err South uniform. Excuse me Lizzy; Dear it seems I still have some Northerner in me. Well, he came up and you never can resist a man in uniform Dear, it’s hard. Anyway, I saw him walking up to me and wondered what a Rebel was doing heading towards me. I know he did not know I was a Northerner. He came up and bowed and asked for my hand for a dance. I was afraid to reply he might hear my accent Dear, and walk off. So I just nodded. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He asked my name and I had to reply then. I took a chance and replied ‘Mary-Lou Swift’. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. ‘A Northerner eh?’ He said. I nodded and smiled. ‘Joel Wilkes at your service ma’am.’ He smiled and I was hooked.
“Well, he did not have to leave to fight my people yet so we saw each other a lot. He took my horse riding, on a boat, on picnics. He really wooed me. I fell in love in four short weeks. I knew he felt the same so I was just waiting. I sent a letter to my folks saying I was staying in Tennessee, for more time then I thought. They did not approve but seeing as how I was twenty there was not much they could do. Well, on the fifth week I knew him he asked for my hand in marriage. I did not know what to say. My parents would have been livid. Well, Lizzy, when you know its love there’s no time like the present time. I said yes and we were married in couple days. He went off to fight for the South and I staid in Tennessee; I fell in love with his state as fell as him. I sent a letter saying I had married, and I got an upsetting letter back. I ignored it and I have never talked to my folks again. What I’m trying to say is, when you its love there’s no denying it sweetie. Think of what I said today Dear, and decide. Just know I love you sweetie and I would not tell you anything just for fun. It’s for you.” She got up kissed my cheek patted it and left me to ponder what she said.
God bless!
Christmas Eve 1890
“It’s snowing!” Anna exclaimed as she looked out the parlor window. She had her nose pressed to the glass of the window. She ran to me and looked at me excitedly. “Lizzy, it’s snowing! Can you believe it! Snow on Christmas Eve.” She grabbed my hand. I laughed at her enthusiastic behavior.
“Yes Anna it is snowing I see that, maybe after you finish knitting your mittens you can go out.” I replied to her happy face.
“Will you go out with me? Please?” Anna pleaded.
“I suppose I can, only after you finish your mittens. You cannot go out without mittens.”
“Oh, I’ll hurry and finish I want to go out in the snow! We can make snow angels and a snowman and have a snowball fight!”
I laughed at her little girl excitement. She sat back down on the window seat and worked at her mittens. I was embroidering a handkerchief for Pa, Gampa, Mr. John, Arthur and Will. Since Mr. John and Will had no family around, they spent Christmas with us. I was embroidering their initials onto the handkerchiefs.
I had Pa’s, Gampa’s, Arthur’s and Mr. John’s finished. Pa’s was a Robin’s egg blue with a trimming and initials of indigo thread. I stitched T.S.W Thomas Silas Winthorpe. Gampa’s was gray and white thread trimming and initials. I stitched J.R.W Joel Richard Wilkes. Arthur’s was a cardinal red with a scarlet trimming and initials. I stitched A.J.J Arthur James Jenkins. Mr. John’s was a bronze with a sepia trimming and initials. I stitched J.L.D John Lee Duncan.
I purposefully put Will’s last, seeing how my weird reaction to him lately. I picked up the handkerchief I had made for him. I made it in his favorite color green. The hankie was an emerald green, and I bordered it with olive green thread. I started his initials with the same olive green thread starting with the W. I slowly stitched out the W.L.D. It stood for William Lee Duncan. He had his father’s middle name. I finished off the D and snipped the thread and looked at it.
I placed it in the basket I had the others in and stood up. Anna was engrossed in her knitting so I left the parlor to put the basket in my room. I walked into the hallway to see Will standing right there. I quickly hid his handkerchief under the others. I flashed a smile his way then ran up the stairs. I walked into my room closed the door, dropped the basket and placed my hand over my fluttering heart. Why do I have this reaction to him? I know I promised Anna to go out in the snow with her but if Will’s out there I don’t know what I’ll do.
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I heard a knock on my door and jumped. I was being silly. Like Will would actually be at my door. I placed the book I was reading on the table near the chair. When I sat down to read I was hoping to be engrossed in Jane Austen’s words I’d forget my problems. I loved Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I have all of Jane Austen’s books. I tried to focus on the words in the book but never could. Usually I could sit and read for hours at a time. I can get so engrossed in a book I forget everything around me. Ma always complained I spent too much time dreaming and reading. I got my love of reading from Gamma. I always loved reading romances.
I walked to the door and pulled it open. Gamma was at my door. My face lit up and I smiled. Gamma always seemed to know when I needed her. I welcomed her in and she sat on the settee near the chair I just vacated. I sat down again.
Gamma smiled at me and that was her que to me to tell her what’s wrong. She always knew when I came to read in my room I was distressed. I could not bring myself to say what’s on my mind. How could I start? When I came home months ago I started having these weird feelings for my best friend I’ve known for ten years. I looked down at my hands in my lap. Gamma cleared her throat giving me another que. I looked up into her smiling face and knew I could tell her.
“Gamma how do you always know when I need you?” I asked my wise grandmother.
“Experience Dearie, I may be an old withered lady, but I know more than any of you give me credit for.” She smiled. “So, Dearie, what is it that’s making that pretty little head confused.”
I took a deep breath and launched into the long story. Me coming home seeing Will, having these weird flutters in my stomach and heart. Feeling jealousy seeing Charity all over Will. I felt I could tell her anything I saw nothing but compassion and wisdom in her eyes. Not judgment, condemnation, or pity. Just compassion and love for her granddaughter. I finished with the talk Will and I almost had if it was not for Anna. I took a deep breath and looked into the eyes so much like mine except those eyes have seen more of the world than I knew. She sighed slightly and smiled.
“Now Gamma what’s going through your pretty little head?”
“Lizzy, Dear, as much as I know you don’t want to have these feelings for Will. I know you’ve been friends for ten years, but it sounds like you’re experiencing young love.”
“But, Gamma, I can’t love Will he’s my friend that’ll make things so much more complicated between us. It’s already strained.” I sighed and slumped back in the chair. Sometimes Gamma’s talks made me feel worse, in a good way of course.
“Sweetie, as much as your head says that your heart is saying something completely different. Did I ever tell you how I and Grandpa met?”
“No.” I replied.
“Well, it was in 1861, he was twenty-two and I was twenty. I was in town visiting some friends. I was from New York, he was from Tennessee. Of course you’ve heard your Grandpa the War Between the States started around there. It was wrong to talk to a Southerner if you were a Northerner. Well I met him at a ball my friends were throwing to send off their men to fight the Yankees. I was sitting in the corner feeling like I did not belong there. I was the only Northerner there. Well, your Grandpa came walking up in his Rebel-err South uniform. Excuse me Lizzy; Dear it seems I still have some Northerner in me. Well, he came up and you never can resist a man in uniform Dear, it’s hard. Anyway, I saw him walking up to me and wondered what a Rebel was doing heading towards me. I know he did not know I was a Northerner. He came up and bowed and asked for my hand for a dance. I was afraid to reply he might hear my accent Dear, and walk off. So I just nodded. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He asked my name and I had to reply then. I took a chance and replied ‘Mary-Lou Swift’. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. ‘A Northerner eh?’ He said. I nodded and smiled. ‘Joel Wilkes at your service ma’am.’ He smiled and I was hooked.
“Well, he did not have to leave to fight my people yet so we saw each other a lot. He took my horse riding, on a boat, on picnics. He really wooed me. I fell in love in four short weeks. I knew he felt the same so I was just waiting. I sent a letter to my folks saying I was staying in Tennessee, for more time then I thought. They did not approve but seeing as how I was twenty there was not much they could do. Well, on the fifth week I knew him he asked for my hand in marriage. I did not know what to say. My parents would have been livid. Well, Lizzy, when you know its love there’s no time like the present time. I said yes and we were married in couple days. He went off to fight for the South and I staid in Tennessee; I fell in love with his state as fell as him. I sent a letter saying I had married, and I got an upsetting letter back. I ignored it and I have never talked to my folks again. What I’m trying to say is, when you its love there’s no denying it sweetie. Think of what I said today Dear, and decide. Just know I love you sweetie and I would not tell you anything just for fun. It’s for you.” She got up kissed my cheek patted it and left me to ponder what she said.
God bless!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Chapter Five
Chapter 5
“Elizabeth darling, come stand next to me. It feels like forever since I’ve seen you. It’s almost like you’re avoiding me.” Charity Cook said in her fake southern accent with a little laugh. If only you knew. Will led me to our place and Charity stood back waiting then stood next to Will.
“Why Will, how’s that mustang you were training last week? He looked awful big and scary, I was afraid he’d hurt you.” Charity commented holding onto Will’s arm.
Why was she acting like this with Will? I kept my eyes on her the entire practice. She kept leaning on Will and kept her hand on his arm, and he did not care! Why! I should not care if she likes Will, and if he likes her as well fine. I’ve more important things to do than to watch them. I felt this little pang in my stomach, it felt like a knife in my stomach. I continued to mess up, because I kept my eye on Charity and how she fawned on Will the entire practice. Winnie was at my side and she nudged me when she noticed I messed up. I could not keep my focus on the words of the carols; instead it was on Will and Charity. I should be happy for them that they are obviously sweet on each other.
At the end of the practice Pastor Franklin gave us time to socialize and have the refreshments his wife Lisa provided. I stood next to Winnie as we ate, keeping my eye on Will. I should just leave him alone but I could not help it. I was acting like a jealous ninny. It was ludicrous. Winnie must have caught on because she nudged me to get my attention. “Lizzy? Everything okay? You seem distracted.”
“Huh, what, oh, no I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just tired, I’ve been taking care of my Ma. So I’m tired.”
“Oh, yeah I heard how is she?”
“She’s getting stronger everyday. The coriander seeds Dot gave me really helped.”
“Good, hey Lizzy, is something going on with you and Will?”
“What? No, we’re just friends like always.”
“Okay, but just know I’m here if you want to talk. I will not judge you.”
“I’m fine Winnie.”
“I hope so.” How could I tell her I’ve been acting like a jealous ninny and feeling these weird feelings when I’m around him?
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I wandered around looking for Will. I was tired and did not feel cheery like I usually do at these things. I just felt like sulking in my room. I found him with a couple of boys with Charity. Great. Well Charity will just have to get over it, he was my ride not hers. “Will? I am ready to go.”
“Okay, come on.”
“Oh, Will do you have room in your buggy. Pastor Franklin was going to drive me but I don’t want to intrude on him, so will you take me home?” Charity intervened. What and intrude on us? I was waiting for that talk he wanted and now we can’t have it with her. We’d have to wait till we got home. He looked at me like he knew what I was thinking and silently asked.
With a sigh I replied. “We have room Charity; of course you can come home with us.” Will gave me a praising look and took my arm. Charity took his other arm and we strolled out.
“Hey, look at Will he got two little ladies!” One of the boys guffawed at him. They snickered and taunted Will. He turned around and stared at them.
“Yeah, I do, and I’m extremely lucky.” Will retorted. They looked like a child caught getting a cookie out of the cookie jar. I snickered at the faces they made. Charity glared at me but I did not look.
We walked to the buggy. Will was about to help Charity up but she shook her head saying I should be helped up first. Will shrugged and helped me up. I felt fluttering in my stomach and chose to ignore it. He helped Charity up and then grabbed the reins and climbed up. Charity grabbed his arm. I rolled my eyes and chose to not pay attention to them. It’s best if I look at the sky than at them.
The ride was bumpy and I rocked almost falling off. Every time it bumped Charity faked gasped and dug her nails into Will’s arm. It’s like she’s never been on a buggy before! The horses huffed and trotted on ignoring Charity. Good horses I thought. We were heading up to the end of town good almost home. I don’t think I could take anymore of this. I saw a glimmer of light in the distance. It was our home. I don’t care I’ll have Will drop me home than take her home. I’ve had enough of her company. “Will, slow down at our home. I shall get off at here. You can go on and take her home once I am off. It’ll be more room so Charity does not have to be squished.”
“Ya sure?”
“Positive slow down now.”
“Okay” he pulled on the reins and the horses came to a stop. I gathered my skirts and swung my feet off the edge. I felt the buggy being rocked and heard Will run to my side. I need to hurry and jump. I jumped too late he was there and caught me before I landed on the ground.
“Oh, my”. His arms tightened on me.
“I thought I told ya to let me help ya down?” He whispered in my ear. His breath tickled the tendrils of my hair that escaped my bun. With him this close I could forget everything in this world. It’s like time stopped and it was just me in his arms. With his lips so close I started thinking. How it would feel if his lips touched mine? Wait, I can’t think that. I pushed trying to get out of his grip. He released me and set me down on the ground. I touched my bun making sure it was still in place.
I heard Charity huff and gasp. I felt Charity’s penetrating glare in my back, but I did not look back. My cheeks felt like fire. What would Ma say if she saw this and heard my thoughts? She would be horrified.
I heard the buggy jolt and heard the clopping of the horses’ hooves. I stayed planted there where Will placed me. I needed to move, but I kept thinking how it felt being in his arms. A slow smile tugged at my lips and I placed my hands on my flaming cheeks. I made Charity jealous. Just by being in the arms of my best friend I made her jealous.
I skipped up the path humming the entire way. I felt like twirling around in a circle and singing. To think I’d feel like this with just being in his arms. I wonder if he feels the same. That thought made me stop. Did he feel the same? Or was me being in his arms just like any other day?
I made it to the wraparound porch and sat on the first step. Funny how one thought can change your entire mood. I did not want to go in yet, even though it was freezing outside. I don’t think I could face Ma or anyone when I’m like this. I need to calm down and think rationally. I need to stop thinking these ludicrous thoughts of me and Will. Will and I are just friends. Nothing more nothing less. Just friends.
Then why do I continue to feel a flip-flop in my rib cage and butterflies in my stomach? His smile always warms my heart, down to the deepest caverns of my soul. He always knows what to do to make me feel cherished. His smile gets me out of my melancholy moods. Could what I’m feeling be more than friendship? I do not know if I’ll ever know. He’s always secretive with his feelings.
When I came home months ago he seemed generally happy to see me. Was it because I’m his friend or he really has feelings for me? I remember when I left for finishing school four years ago the thing he whispered in my ear. “Don’t forget me while you’re in Boston.” I thought he meant remember to write to him. Maybe he meant something completely different. I replied “Willy, please like I could forget you.” He squeezed my hand and repeated “Don’t forget me.” I smiled and squeezed his hand “Willy I promise I’ll never forget you.” He smiled, hugged me and then walked away hiding his face. Back then I thought I saw tears in his eyes but I was not certain.
I heard in the distance horses’ hooves clopping on the path. I knew he was going to be here soon. I needed to collect myself before he got here. I inhaled and exhaled several times trying to calm my fluttering heart. How is it even hearing him coming my traitorous heart starts a fluttering? I should not have that kind of reaction to him. The buggy neared and then he pulled it to a stop.
He wrapped the reins on the hitching post then jumped down. He saw me sitting there and smiled. Another flip-flop. My stupid heart needs to stop acting like this. He walked to the step and looked down on me. I could feel his eyes on me. I could not look up. “Lizzy?” He murmured. He stooped down, lifted my chin with his forefinger so I looked him in his amazing green eyes. I was entranced in his eyes I could not look away. “Lizzy? Remember what I said when we arrived at the Church?”
“Yes, I remember.” I tried to look away but his eyes held me captive.
“I’d like to have that talk now before it gets too late.”
“Go ahead. Say what you wanted to say.”
“Lizzy, have you noticed there’s some connection between us?” I could not trust my voice right now so I nodded. “Well, there’s no way I can de-” He could not finish. We heard someone open the door and run out. He released my chin and stepped back.
“Lizzy!” Anna came running out. Fiddlesticks. She had to come out now of all times.
“Yes, Anna”
“I thought y’all would have been home by now. Ma said to come and see. I saw you two out here so I came to see you.”
“Well, you’ve seen me so you can go back in its cold out here Anna and you don’t have a wrap or a coat on.”
“I’m not cold.” Of course you’re not.
“Anna, please go inside. Ma has told you to stop eavesdropping on people’s conversations.”
“I’m not easedropping.”
“Eavesdropping Anna, and if you’re out here yes you are.”
“Sorry, but I wanted you to listen to me play Silent Night on the piano. Gamma and Gampa said I’m good.”
“I bet you are Anna. I’ll listen tomorrow I’m tired right now.”
“Then come inside silly.” She grabbed my hand and starting dragging me inside. I looked to Will and he was grinning at Anna shenanigans. He mouthed later and walked to take care of the horses. When will we ever get another time alone to talk?
God bless!
“Elizabeth darling, come stand next to me. It feels like forever since I’ve seen you. It’s almost like you’re avoiding me.” Charity Cook said in her fake southern accent with a little laugh. If only you knew. Will led me to our place and Charity stood back waiting then stood next to Will.
“Why Will, how’s that mustang you were training last week? He looked awful big and scary, I was afraid he’d hurt you.” Charity commented holding onto Will’s arm.
Why was she acting like this with Will? I kept my eyes on her the entire practice. She kept leaning on Will and kept her hand on his arm, and he did not care! Why! I should not care if she likes Will, and if he likes her as well fine. I’ve more important things to do than to watch them. I felt this little pang in my stomach, it felt like a knife in my stomach. I continued to mess up, because I kept my eye on Charity and how she fawned on Will the entire practice. Winnie was at my side and she nudged me when she noticed I messed up. I could not keep my focus on the words of the carols; instead it was on Will and Charity. I should be happy for them that they are obviously sweet on each other.
At the end of the practice Pastor Franklin gave us time to socialize and have the refreshments his wife Lisa provided. I stood next to Winnie as we ate, keeping my eye on Will. I should just leave him alone but I could not help it. I was acting like a jealous ninny. It was ludicrous. Winnie must have caught on because she nudged me to get my attention. “Lizzy? Everything okay? You seem distracted.”
“Huh, what, oh, no I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just tired, I’ve been taking care of my Ma. So I’m tired.”
“Oh, yeah I heard how is she?”
“She’s getting stronger everyday. The coriander seeds Dot gave me really helped.”
“Good, hey Lizzy, is something going on with you and Will?”
“What? No, we’re just friends like always.”
“Okay, but just know I’m here if you want to talk. I will not judge you.”
“I’m fine Winnie.”
“I hope so.” How could I tell her I’ve been acting like a jealous ninny and feeling these weird feelings when I’m around him?
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I wandered around looking for Will. I was tired and did not feel cheery like I usually do at these things. I just felt like sulking in my room. I found him with a couple of boys with Charity. Great. Well Charity will just have to get over it, he was my ride not hers. “Will? I am ready to go.”
“Okay, come on.”
“Oh, Will do you have room in your buggy. Pastor Franklin was going to drive me but I don’t want to intrude on him, so will you take me home?” Charity intervened. What and intrude on us? I was waiting for that talk he wanted and now we can’t have it with her. We’d have to wait till we got home. He looked at me like he knew what I was thinking and silently asked.
With a sigh I replied. “We have room Charity; of course you can come home with us.” Will gave me a praising look and took my arm. Charity took his other arm and we strolled out.
“Hey, look at Will he got two little ladies!” One of the boys guffawed at him. They snickered and taunted Will. He turned around and stared at them.
“Yeah, I do, and I’m extremely lucky.” Will retorted. They looked like a child caught getting a cookie out of the cookie jar. I snickered at the faces they made. Charity glared at me but I did not look.
We walked to the buggy. Will was about to help Charity up but she shook her head saying I should be helped up first. Will shrugged and helped me up. I felt fluttering in my stomach and chose to ignore it. He helped Charity up and then grabbed the reins and climbed up. Charity grabbed his arm. I rolled my eyes and chose to not pay attention to them. It’s best if I look at the sky than at them.
The ride was bumpy and I rocked almost falling off. Every time it bumped Charity faked gasped and dug her nails into Will’s arm. It’s like she’s never been on a buggy before! The horses huffed and trotted on ignoring Charity. Good horses I thought. We were heading up to the end of town good almost home. I don’t think I could take anymore of this. I saw a glimmer of light in the distance. It was our home. I don’t care I’ll have Will drop me home than take her home. I’ve had enough of her company. “Will, slow down at our home. I shall get off at here. You can go on and take her home once I am off. It’ll be more room so Charity does not have to be squished.”
“Ya sure?”
“Positive slow down now.”
“Okay” he pulled on the reins and the horses came to a stop. I gathered my skirts and swung my feet off the edge. I felt the buggy being rocked and heard Will run to my side. I need to hurry and jump. I jumped too late he was there and caught me before I landed on the ground.
“Oh, my”. His arms tightened on me.
“I thought I told ya to let me help ya down?” He whispered in my ear. His breath tickled the tendrils of my hair that escaped my bun. With him this close I could forget everything in this world. It’s like time stopped and it was just me in his arms. With his lips so close I started thinking. How it would feel if his lips touched mine? Wait, I can’t think that. I pushed trying to get out of his grip. He released me and set me down on the ground. I touched my bun making sure it was still in place.
I heard Charity huff and gasp. I felt Charity’s penetrating glare in my back, but I did not look back. My cheeks felt like fire. What would Ma say if she saw this and heard my thoughts? She would be horrified.
I heard the buggy jolt and heard the clopping of the horses’ hooves. I stayed planted there where Will placed me. I needed to move, but I kept thinking how it felt being in his arms. A slow smile tugged at my lips and I placed my hands on my flaming cheeks. I made Charity jealous. Just by being in the arms of my best friend I made her jealous.
I skipped up the path humming the entire way. I felt like twirling around in a circle and singing. To think I’d feel like this with just being in his arms. I wonder if he feels the same. That thought made me stop. Did he feel the same? Or was me being in his arms just like any other day?
I made it to the wraparound porch and sat on the first step. Funny how one thought can change your entire mood. I did not want to go in yet, even though it was freezing outside. I don’t think I could face Ma or anyone when I’m like this. I need to calm down and think rationally. I need to stop thinking these ludicrous thoughts of me and Will. Will and I are just friends. Nothing more nothing less. Just friends.
Then why do I continue to feel a flip-flop in my rib cage and butterflies in my stomach? His smile always warms my heart, down to the deepest caverns of my soul. He always knows what to do to make me feel cherished. His smile gets me out of my melancholy moods. Could what I’m feeling be more than friendship? I do not know if I’ll ever know. He’s always secretive with his feelings.
When I came home months ago he seemed generally happy to see me. Was it because I’m his friend or he really has feelings for me? I remember when I left for finishing school four years ago the thing he whispered in my ear. “Don’t forget me while you’re in Boston.” I thought he meant remember to write to him. Maybe he meant something completely different. I replied “Willy, please like I could forget you.” He squeezed my hand and repeated “Don’t forget me.” I smiled and squeezed his hand “Willy I promise I’ll never forget you.” He smiled, hugged me and then walked away hiding his face. Back then I thought I saw tears in his eyes but I was not certain.
I heard in the distance horses’ hooves clopping on the path. I knew he was going to be here soon. I needed to collect myself before he got here. I inhaled and exhaled several times trying to calm my fluttering heart. How is it even hearing him coming my traitorous heart starts a fluttering? I should not have that kind of reaction to him. The buggy neared and then he pulled it to a stop.
He wrapped the reins on the hitching post then jumped down. He saw me sitting there and smiled. Another flip-flop. My stupid heart needs to stop acting like this. He walked to the step and looked down on me. I could feel his eyes on me. I could not look up. “Lizzy?” He murmured. He stooped down, lifted my chin with his forefinger so I looked him in his amazing green eyes. I was entranced in his eyes I could not look away. “Lizzy? Remember what I said when we arrived at the Church?”
“Yes, I remember.” I tried to look away but his eyes held me captive.
“I’d like to have that talk now before it gets too late.”
“Go ahead. Say what you wanted to say.”
“Lizzy, have you noticed there’s some connection between us?” I could not trust my voice right now so I nodded. “Well, there’s no way I can de-” He could not finish. We heard someone open the door and run out. He released my chin and stepped back.
“Lizzy!” Anna came running out. Fiddlesticks. She had to come out now of all times.
“Yes, Anna”
“I thought y’all would have been home by now. Ma said to come and see. I saw you two out here so I came to see you.”
“Well, you’ve seen me so you can go back in its cold out here Anna and you don’t have a wrap or a coat on.”
“I’m not cold.” Of course you’re not.
“Anna, please go inside. Ma has told you to stop eavesdropping on people’s conversations.”
“I’m not easedropping.”
“Eavesdropping Anna, and if you’re out here yes you are.”
“Sorry, but I wanted you to listen to me play Silent Night on the piano. Gamma and Gampa said I’m good.”
“I bet you are Anna. I’ll listen tomorrow I’m tired right now.”
“Then come inside silly.” She grabbed my hand and starting dragging me inside. I looked to Will and he was grinning at Anna shenanigans. He mouthed later and walked to take care of the horses. When will we ever get another time alone to talk?
God bless!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Chapter Four
Chapter 4
Middle November 1890
I woke to the sound of birds singing merrily outside my window. I sat up in bed and swayed my feet off the side, and I rang for my ladies’ maid. Brigit my ladies’ maid entered with a curtsy. “What can I do for you m’am?”
“Help me dress Brigit for the day.”
“Yes m’am” Brigit walked to my closet and selected the clothes. Brigit first helped me out of my nightgown. “Hold on to the post of the bed m’am while I pull the strings.” Brigit helped me into my corset, and pulled the strings and tied them. Suddenly my mother’s ladies’ maid entered without even a curtsy she bustled in next to me with a frightened expression pasted on her face. “What is it Hannah?” I questioned Hannah. Still in my corset and chemise I pulled Hannah onto the bed and sat next to her. “Hannah tell me what’s wrong now!”
“Well, m’am I normally go about this time to help Mrs. Winthorpe to dress, because this is the time she normally is up.”
“And? Hannah just spit it out! Is it my mother?”
“Yes, she was still asleep when I went up there so I thought I’d just quietly pick out her clothes and refill the water basin for her to wash. But when I walked close enough to her bed she…I… Oh, Miss Elizabeth!” Hannah flung herself into my arms and sobbed. I put my arms around Hannah until her sobbing subsided to hiccoughs.
“Hannah, Hannah, please tell me what is it you saw?”
“Mrs. Winthorpe was so pale she looked dead! It did not look like she was breathing either.” Hannah went into another spell of sobbing until I comforted her again.
“Hannah, did you tell Pa of what you saw?”
“No, m’am I knew I should have but you are the first person I told.”
“Okay Hannah you must go tell father, and tell John the foreman to go get the doctor immediately okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Yes m’am” and Hannah ran out of the room toward Pa’s room.
“My! Do you think Mrs. Winthorpe will be okay?” Brigit questioned.
“Of course she will, do not talk like that Brigit!”
“I am sorry Miss.” Brigit hung her head down.
“Oh, fiddlesticks, I’m sorry Brigit I should not have used that tone with you, you’re just worried about Ma.”
“Yes m’am.”
Brigit helped me finish dressing and then pinned my hair. I was pre-occupied the entire time. I was worried about Ma, what was wrong. No one had come to tell me. As soon as Brigit finished pinning my hair I ran towards my parents’ room. I found my Ma lying on her bed, her face ashen. Doctor Morgan was next to the bed, obviously examining Ma. Pa was sitting in the chair next to the bed, his head in his hands. His shoulders shook telling me he was crying. Pa had never cried, I have never seen him cry. I walked slowly to the chair Pa was sitting in. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squatted next to the chair. Pa looked up at me and smiled sadly. He looked as if he aged at least ten years. His crow’s feet more pronounced. “Pa, what’s wrong?” I asked with tears swimming in my eyes.
“Doctor Morgan is still examining her. She’s still alive, just really weak.” Pa choked on the last words.
“Do not worry Pa, Ma’s strong she’ll get through whatever this is.” I tried to smile but failed. The Doctor went through everything he could and finished a couple minutes later. He closed his black bag and walked towards us.
“Mr. Winthorpe your wife has rheumatic fever. I would advise you go to Dot’s store and ask if she has anything for it. I personally have nothing that could help. Mrs. Winthorpe will be in a lot of pain, for four to six weeks. I can prescribe some laudanum for the pain, but that will not help internally. Dot might have something. Did Mrs. Winthorpe complain of having a sore throat before now?”
“Not that we know of. She kept her pain from us so we did not worry for her. Why?”
“Well, rheumatic fever usually starts with a sore throat, then progresses into the pain in the joints and fever. I would recommend going to Dot’s store and ask if she has anything. I gave her a dose of laudanum for now so she’ll asleep for a couple hours.”
“Thank you Dr. Morgan.” Pa thanked the Doctor and shaked hands with him. “Lizzy will you show him out and then get Will to take you to Dot’s store.”
“Yes, Pa I will.” I ushered the Doctor out. As we were heading down the stairs I asked the Doctor “Dr. Morgan will Ma be okay?”
“Elizabeth, your mother’s a very strong woman she will get through this. The best things you can do for her is get to Dot’s store and pray for her. It’s up to the Great Physician. But she’ll get through I know it.” He smiled sweetly at me.
I thanked him at the door and then ran towards the stable to find Will. It was chilly out and I forgot my shawl and heavy coat again. I was so worried for Ma my mind was preoccupied. I have to remember to put those things on. At least I had on my woolen petticoats and my heavy stockings on.
I found Will brushing a mustang in his stall. I ran to the stall, this is too much running for me. Stupid corset. I abhor this contraption. Why do women have to wear this? I looked up to see Will staring at me. I must look a sight. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. My hair pins fell out on my run so my hair was flowing down my back. He started to smile then saw my red and swollen eyes and the smile faded. “Lizzy?” He came to me and looked at me. “Lizzy what’s wrong?”
“Ma, Ma, Ma sh-she’s si-sic-sick, ne-nee-need to get to Do-Dot’s store.”
“Okay, come on Lizzy, I’ll take you. It’s gonna be okay.” He led me to the buggy helped me up and spread the buffalo blanket around me and then went to hitch up the horses. The entire ride to town he spoke comforting words to me. I only half listened. I knew he meant well but I could not stop thinking of Ma lying in her bed her face ashen. My tears fell silently down my face. The scenery meant nothing to me now. Ma might not be able to ever see any of this ever again. Did Dot ever tell anything of rheumatic fever before? I cannot recall if she did. Did people live from it? Will this cripple her? I need someone to answer these questions. As if he knew what I was thinking of Will asked me. “Do you know what your Ma is sick with?”
“Yes, rheumatic fever.”
“Ah, I see. My grandfather had that. I remember when I was a little boy he had it for about a month. After the month he was like his old self. Except for sometimes he had pain in his knee other than that he was fine.”
“Really? He was fine.”
“Yep, like his old self. Do not worry Lizzy your Ma will be fine.”
“I’m not worrying.”
“Lizzy, I know you. You’re probably trying to remember if Dot taught you anything about rheumatic fever, am I right?”
With a sigh I replied “Yes I am. I’m sorry I’m worried for her.”
He patted my hand and smiled at me. That same smile that lately has made my heart flip-flop. I had the same feeling. This whole thing needs to stop. I have too much to think of, to have this weird feeling. I won’t think about it today I’ll think about it tomorrow or weeks from now when Ma is better.
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“Ma here’s your tea; you need to drink every drop. It’ll help you.” I said to Ma going into her room.
It’s been four weeks since Ma was really sick with rheumatic fever. She’s gotten stronger and better each day. Dot had given me crushed coriander seeds to make a tea for Ma. I have given her the tea every day since that day four weeks ago. It has helped with her sore muscles.
“Lizzy, thank you so much, I’m feeling so much better today. I’ll be right as rain by next week.”
“That’s good but Dot’s orders you stay in bed for the first four weeks. So by the fifth you can walk around.”
“I have and you can go to the church choir practice tonight with Will. Aren’t you going to be practicing for the Christmas pageant?”
“Yes, but I wanted to be with you to take care of you.”
“You’ve been missing out on all social things since I got sick go out have fun.”
“You sure Ma?”
“Positive, now go get ready, and tell Will you’re going.”
“Thank you Ma, drink your tea. Bye Ma” I leaned over and kissed her cheek and ran out. I did not want to say anything but I had been wanting to go tonight. Now I can go. I could not wait Church choir was always my favorite pastime. Now I can be in the Christmas pageant. Nothing could ruin this night.
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“God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power…”
The words of the favorite Christmas carol came through the door of the church as me and Will pulled into the yard of the church. How I loved Christmas time. I heard Pastor Franklin’s wife Lisa Franklin playing the piano. Will stopped the buggy, and wrapped the reins around the hitching post. He jumped down and came to my side. I was in the process of jumping down myself when he frowned at me. I rolled my eyes and let him help me down. “Really Will I can do it myself, I don’t need your help.” I huffed as another flip-flop hit my heart. When will this stop?
“Maybe, but at least let me be a gentleman and help ya.”
He smiled that amazing smile. He’s got to stop having that strange effect on me. I smiled sweetly in return but quickly looked away. Does he smile like that to everybody or is it reserved just for me? I wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped in those arms. Whoa, where did that thought come from? I got to stop thinking these thoughts. If anybody got hold of my thoughts right now I’d forever be embarrassed. Lord, help me get these thoughts out of my head. I looked around and saw Will looking strangely at me. Oh, no please tell me I’m blushing. “What?”
“Ya coming?”
“Yes, I’m just admiring the music coming from the Church and enjoying the sight of the mountains.”
“Then why were ya staring at the ground?”
“Is it any of your business?” I huffed again and walked towards the Church. I walked past Will not even looking at him. He reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me. “Let go of me, Will seriously don’t make me yell.”
“Lizzy please, can we talk before we go in there?”
“No, it’s cold and we are already late.” I shrugged out of his grip and walked up the steps to the Church.
“Then can we talk afterwards?”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that. I guess, but make it short I want to get home to Ma right after. I like to check on her before I turn in for the night.”
“Of course it’ll be short.”
“Good.” He walked up and took the steps two at a time. He held onto my elbow ushering me in.
When we walked in everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. That’s when I saw her. What was she doing here? Like she seriously cared for the Church Christmas pageant, she never cared in past years. She was in the front row where me and Will always stood. Great.
God Bless!
Middle November 1890
I woke to the sound of birds singing merrily outside my window. I sat up in bed and swayed my feet off the side, and I rang for my ladies’ maid. Brigit my ladies’ maid entered with a curtsy. “What can I do for you m’am?”
“Help me dress Brigit for the day.”
“Yes m’am” Brigit walked to my closet and selected the clothes. Brigit first helped me out of my nightgown. “Hold on to the post of the bed m’am while I pull the strings.” Brigit helped me into my corset, and pulled the strings and tied them. Suddenly my mother’s ladies’ maid entered without even a curtsy she bustled in next to me with a frightened expression pasted on her face. “What is it Hannah?” I questioned Hannah. Still in my corset and chemise I pulled Hannah onto the bed and sat next to her. “Hannah tell me what’s wrong now!”
“Well, m’am I normally go about this time to help Mrs. Winthorpe to dress, because this is the time she normally is up.”
“And? Hannah just spit it out! Is it my mother?”
“Yes, she was still asleep when I went up there so I thought I’d just quietly pick out her clothes and refill the water basin for her to wash. But when I walked close enough to her bed she…I… Oh, Miss Elizabeth!” Hannah flung herself into my arms and sobbed. I put my arms around Hannah until her sobbing subsided to hiccoughs.
“Hannah, Hannah, please tell me what is it you saw?”
“Mrs. Winthorpe was so pale she looked dead! It did not look like she was breathing either.” Hannah went into another spell of sobbing until I comforted her again.
“Hannah, did you tell Pa of what you saw?”
“No, m’am I knew I should have but you are the first person I told.”
“Okay Hannah you must go tell father, and tell John the foreman to go get the doctor immediately okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Yes m’am” and Hannah ran out of the room toward Pa’s room.
“My! Do you think Mrs. Winthorpe will be okay?” Brigit questioned.
“Of course she will, do not talk like that Brigit!”
“I am sorry Miss.” Brigit hung her head down.
“Oh, fiddlesticks, I’m sorry Brigit I should not have used that tone with you, you’re just worried about Ma.”
“Yes m’am.”
Brigit helped me finish dressing and then pinned my hair. I was pre-occupied the entire time. I was worried about Ma, what was wrong. No one had come to tell me. As soon as Brigit finished pinning my hair I ran towards my parents’ room. I found my Ma lying on her bed, her face ashen. Doctor Morgan was next to the bed, obviously examining Ma. Pa was sitting in the chair next to the bed, his head in his hands. His shoulders shook telling me he was crying. Pa had never cried, I have never seen him cry. I walked slowly to the chair Pa was sitting in. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squatted next to the chair. Pa looked up at me and smiled sadly. He looked as if he aged at least ten years. His crow’s feet more pronounced. “Pa, what’s wrong?” I asked with tears swimming in my eyes.
“Doctor Morgan is still examining her. She’s still alive, just really weak.” Pa choked on the last words.
“Do not worry Pa, Ma’s strong she’ll get through whatever this is.” I tried to smile but failed. The Doctor went through everything he could and finished a couple minutes later. He closed his black bag and walked towards us.
“Mr. Winthorpe your wife has rheumatic fever. I would advise you go to Dot’s store and ask if she has anything for it. I personally have nothing that could help. Mrs. Winthorpe will be in a lot of pain, for four to six weeks. I can prescribe some laudanum for the pain, but that will not help internally. Dot might have something. Did Mrs. Winthorpe complain of having a sore throat before now?”
“Not that we know of. She kept her pain from us so we did not worry for her. Why?”
“Well, rheumatic fever usually starts with a sore throat, then progresses into the pain in the joints and fever. I would recommend going to Dot’s store and ask if she has anything. I gave her a dose of laudanum for now so she’ll asleep for a couple hours.”
“Thank you Dr. Morgan.” Pa thanked the Doctor and shaked hands with him. “Lizzy will you show him out and then get Will to take you to Dot’s store.”
“Yes, Pa I will.” I ushered the Doctor out. As we were heading down the stairs I asked the Doctor “Dr. Morgan will Ma be okay?”
“Elizabeth, your mother’s a very strong woman she will get through this. The best things you can do for her is get to Dot’s store and pray for her. It’s up to the Great Physician. But she’ll get through I know it.” He smiled sweetly at me.
I thanked him at the door and then ran towards the stable to find Will. It was chilly out and I forgot my shawl and heavy coat again. I was so worried for Ma my mind was preoccupied. I have to remember to put those things on. At least I had on my woolen petticoats and my heavy stockings on.
I found Will brushing a mustang in his stall. I ran to the stall, this is too much running for me. Stupid corset. I abhor this contraption. Why do women have to wear this? I looked up to see Will staring at me. I must look a sight. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. My hair pins fell out on my run so my hair was flowing down my back. He started to smile then saw my red and swollen eyes and the smile faded. “Lizzy?” He came to me and looked at me. “Lizzy what’s wrong?”
“Ma, Ma, Ma sh-she’s si-sic-sick, ne-nee-need to get to Do-Dot’s store.”
“Okay, come on Lizzy, I’ll take you. It’s gonna be okay.” He led me to the buggy helped me up and spread the buffalo blanket around me and then went to hitch up the horses. The entire ride to town he spoke comforting words to me. I only half listened. I knew he meant well but I could not stop thinking of Ma lying in her bed her face ashen. My tears fell silently down my face. The scenery meant nothing to me now. Ma might not be able to ever see any of this ever again. Did Dot ever tell anything of rheumatic fever before? I cannot recall if she did. Did people live from it? Will this cripple her? I need someone to answer these questions. As if he knew what I was thinking of Will asked me. “Do you know what your Ma is sick with?”
“Yes, rheumatic fever.”
“Ah, I see. My grandfather had that. I remember when I was a little boy he had it for about a month. After the month he was like his old self. Except for sometimes he had pain in his knee other than that he was fine.”
“Really? He was fine.”
“Yep, like his old self. Do not worry Lizzy your Ma will be fine.”
“I’m not worrying.”
“Lizzy, I know you. You’re probably trying to remember if Dot taught you anything about rheumatic fever, am I right?”
With a sigh I replied “Yes I am. I’m sorry I’m worried for her.”
He patted my hand and smiled at me. That same smile that lately has made my heart flip-flop. I had the same feeling. This whole thing needs to stop. I have too much to think of, to have this weird feeling. I won’t think about it today I’ll think about it tomorrow or weeks from now when Ma is better.
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“Ma here’s your tea; you need to drink every drop. It’ll help you.” I said to Ma going into her room.
It’s been four weeks since Ma was really sick with rheumatic fever. She’s gotten stronger and better each day. Dot had given me crushed coriander seeds to make a tea for Ma. I have given her the tea every day since that day four weeks ago. It has helped with her sore muscles.
“Lizzy, thank you so much, I’m feeling so much better today. I’ll be right as rain by next week.”
“That’s good but Dot’s orders you stay in bed for the first four weeks. So by the fifth you can walk around.”
“I have and you can go to the church choir practice tonight with Will. Aren’t you going to be practicing for the Christmas pageant?”
“Yes, but I wanted to be with you to take care of you.”
“You’ve been missing out on all social things since I got sick go out have fun.”
“You sure Ma?”
“Positive, now go get ready, and tell Will you’re going.”
“Thank you Ma, drink your tea. Bye Ma” I leaned over and kissed her cheek and ran out. I did not want to say anything but I had been wanting to go tonight. Now I can go. I could not wait Church choir was always my favorite pastime. Now I can be in the Christmas pageant. Nothing could ruin this night.
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“God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power…”
The words of the favorite Christmas carol came through the door of the church as me and Will pulled into the yard of the church. How I loved Christmas time. I heard Pastor Franklin’s wife Lisa Franklin playing the piano. Will stopped the buggy, and wrapped the reins around the hitching post. He jumped down and came to my side. I was in the process of jumping down myself when he frowned at me. I rolled my eyes and let him help me down. “Really Will I can do it myself, I don’t need your help.” I huffed as another flip-flop hit my heart. When will this stop?
“Maybe, but at least let me be a gentleman and help ya.”
He smiled that amazing smile. He’s got to stop having that strange effect on me. I smiled sweetly in return but quickly looked away. Does he smile like that to everybody or is it reserved just for me? I wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped in those arms. Whoa, where did that thought come from? I got to stop thinking these thoughts. If anybody got hold of my thoughts right now I’d forever be embarrassed. Lord, help me get these thoughts out of my head. I looked around and saw Will looking strangely at me. Oh, no please tell me I’m blushing. “What?”
“Ya coming?”
“Yes, I’m just admiring the music coming from the Church and enjoying the sight of the mountains.”
“Then why were ya staring at the ground?”
“Is it any of your business?” I huffed again and walked towards the Church. I walked past Will not even looking at him. He reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me. “Let go of me, Will seriously don’t make me yell.”
“Lizzy please, can we talk before we go in there?”
“No, it’s cold and we are already late.” I shrugged out of his grip and walked up the steps to the Church.
“Then can we talk afterwards?”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that. I guess, but make it short I want to get home to Ma right after. I like to check on her before I turn in for the night.”
“Of course it’ll be short.”
“Good.” He walked up and took the steps two at a time. He held onto my elbow ushering me in.
When we walked in everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. That’s when I saw her. What was she doing here? Like she seriously cared for the Church Christmas pageant, she never cared in past years. She was in the front row where me and Will always stood. Great.
God Bless!
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