A Crimson Dawn (6 page)

Helen swallowed her tears. Emmie stood watching them stride up the hill until they were out of sight. How was it that this young girl had stolen into their hearts so completely in less than a year?

Jonas paced around the kitchen, until Helen sent him off to the allotment.

‘Peter'll fetch you when they come,' she said briskly. ‘I can't have you under me feet when I'm baking.'

Emmie sat on the step with Peter, looking out for her sister. Peter chattered about the chickens and a retired pit pony he liked to feed in Lawson's Paddock, seemingly unaware of the sadness of the occasion. The day was unusually airless and still, heat bouncing off the brick walls, dazzling the eyes.

Emmie sensed the arrival of their visitors before she caught sight of the horse and trap. She stood up, shading her eyes to look. Helen came to the door in dread, sending Peter to summon his father.

When Emmie set eyes on her sister, the numbness that had been holding her feelings in check dissolved. She ran up the street, arms flung wide, to greet Nell. The older girl met her in a big hug. They clung to each other and cried openly in the street.

‘There, there, girls,' Flora said soothingly, steering them forward. ‘Best to go indoors.'

Nervously, Helen bustled around the kitchen, fetching cups of tea and girdle scones. Jonas tramped in from the allotment and Peter scampered outside again with a brief nod at the guests. As Jonas had no trivial conversation, he launched straight into local politics with the doctor.

The two sisters huddled close on the sofa while Nell gabbled in excitement about their new life together, overheard only by Helen.

‘You'll have your very own bedroom and I've chosen the eiderdown and curtains - blue and pink flowers. Just think of that - a place all to yourself! And Mrs Raine's a canny cook. She won't stand for any mess, mind. You'll have to keep your room tidy and she's a bit bossy, but I can get round her. And we'll gan shoppin' together - we live walking distance from the shops,' Nell enthused.

‘Is there a park?' Emmie asked.

‘Park? Aye, there's one not far away. Sometimes gan there for a stroll around on a Sunday with Dolly - eye up the lads,' Nell giggled. ‘And there's a boating lake, but that costs money. Mind you, you'll be doing some of my jobs around the house, so Mrs Raine'll probably give you some pocket money of your own. I'll be stoppin' cleanin' at the surgery soon,' Nell preened, ‘cos I'm ganin' to learn book-keepin' and get a job in an office. Aye, and Mam always thought you were the clever one.'

At the mention of her mother, Emmie's eyes welled with fresh tears.

‘I miss her, Nelly,' she whispered. ‘I never got to see her again.'

‘Aye, well,' Nell glanced resentfully at Helen, ‘you should've come home as soon as you were better.' She dropped her voice low. ‘Don't know how you've stuck it here so long. Crawdene's a dirty dump.'

Helen intervened. ‘Emmie, why don't you gan up to Louise's and say goodbye? You could take Nell with you. Get a bit fresh air - it's too hot to stay indoors.'

Emmie nodded and stood up quickly. But Nell smoothed out her skirt and sat back.

‘No, ta, I'll wait here. Wouldn't mind another of your tasty scones, Mrs MacRae,' she smiled prettily.

An hour passed and Jonas offered to show Flora around his allotment. Again Nell declined to move. Helen was irritated by the girl but tried not to show it. She got on with making the tea, with no offer of help from Nell.

Eventually Nell asked, ‘Where are the older lads?'

‘Still at the pit,' Helen told her. ‘Be back in a couple of hours.'

Nell's face fell. She grew impatient to be gone.

‘Where's Emmie? How long does it take to say ta-ra to someone? I want to gan home.'

‘Louise has been a good friend to your sister,' Helen pointed out. ‘It's not easy for the lass to leave.'

‘She's only been here a few months.' Nell was dismissive. ‘Me and Emmie's been friends all our lives. She doesn't need this Louise - she's got me.'

Helen bit back a retort about the world not revolving around Nell Kelso. But the girl had just lost her mother; she mustn't judge her too harshly. Still, she could not help feeling that Nell just wanted Emmie there as company in a house of adults, someone to boss around and do her bidding. Perhaps she was wrong.

‘Let's go up to Denmark Street and fetch her, eh?' Helen suggested.

Nell looked at her sulkily, then with a big sigh got to her feet. They walked up the hill in the sunshine, Helen trying to draw Nell out of her moodiness.

‘Don't suppose you see much of Dr Jameson, with her being that busy?'

Nell shrugged. ‘I work at the surgery, so I see her plenty.'

‘And in the evenings?' Helen asked.

‘Aye, we eat together. Or sometimes I have to meet her at the Settlement if she's got a meetin' or lecture.'

Helen nodded. ‘Jonas heard Keir Hardie speak there once.'

Nell looked at her blankly. ‘I hate ganin' there,' she said with distaste. ‘It's in a dirty, smelly part of town down by the docks. The people who gan there smell an' all. I can't see what posh people like Mr Oliphant want to live there for.'

‘Mr Oliphant?' Helen said in surprise.

‘Aye, Charles Oliphant,' Nell said importantly. ‘They say he's stinkin' rich, but wants to live with the poor. I think the doctor's taken a fancy to him.'

Helen hushed her. ‘Eeh, lass, you mustn't gossip about your guardian like that.'

Nell was amused. ‘But it's true. She goes all soppy-voiced when she speaks to him. And he goes red as a beetroot when he speaks to her.'

They arrived at the Currans' before Helen could question her further.

Tom came to the door. He stared at Nell and stammered, ‘Sh-she's not here. We're having our tea.'

Nell gave him a generous smile. ‘We don't want to disturb you. But do you know where me sister went?'

Tom blushed. ‘I'll fetch our Louise.'

It was Mr Curran who came to the door and nodded curtly. ‘Emmie hasn't been here today. Louise hasn't seen her since school yesterday. We thought she'd already gone.'

Helen was nonplussed. ‘But she came to say goodbye.'

Mr Curran gave her a pitying look. ‘The lasses had a falling-out at school. Emmie was boasting about going to live in a posh house in the town. Our Louise took it to mean that we weren't good enough for her any more. It's a shame she didn't learn a bit more humility in your care, Mrs MacRae.'

Helen wanted to give him a mouthful. How dare he lecture her about humility, the pompous oaf! She did not believe Emmie had been boastful. It was far more likely that the domineering Louise had taken affront at the girl's departure and caused the rift.

She clenched her fists. ‘If you should happen to see Emmie, please send her straight home, Mr Curran.'

Tom, who was hovering behind his father, eyeing Nell, piped up, ‘We could gan out after tea and look for her.'

Without a glance, his father barked, ‘Get back inside, son. No one asked for your opinion.'

‘Thank you, Tom,' Helen called, before the door was firmly shut in their faces.

Helen hurried to the allotments, Nell running to keep up.

‘Emmie's gone missing,' she panted.

At once, Helen and Jonas began knocking on neighbouring doors, asking if anyone had seen the girl. Peter was dispatched to the shops to look for her there and to call on Emmie's teacher, Miss Downs. Flora waited anxiously at the house in case she returned, Nell fretting that they would not get back before nightfall.

She instantly lost her sullen look when Rab and Sam traipsed in. They stopped in surprise as Flora explained. Without taking off their filthy clothes, they went straight back out to help in the search. There was no sign of her around the village.

‘You take Peter and gan to Oliphant's Wood,' Rab told Sam. ‘I'll gan out the top road.'

Wheeling his father's old bicycle up the dirt road, past the pit, he mounted it and set off across the fell towards Blackton Heights. He had an inkling that if Emmie was looking for escape, she would have headed up to her favourite waterfall above Oliphant's place. It was on private land and Rab should never have encouraged her to go there, but Emmie had thrilled in the secrecy.

An evening breeze was stirring as he emerged on to the moorland that stretched in a great arc of heather and bracken above the village. He cycled along an old drover's track that in winter was a stream, dismounting to carry the bicycle across a series of gullies. At the old quarry, he abandoned it and continued on foot. There was no one about; the only sound that of a lone skylark. Rab almost turned back. She would never have come on her own to such a desolate place.

Still, he pressed on round the ridge and climbed the last steep ascent to Lonely Stones, a ring of weathered stones marking an ancient Iron Age hillfort. Down below, sheltered in a copse of beech and pines, sprawled Blackton Heights, the Palladian mansion of the MacRaes' employer. Rab scrambled down the steep outcrop of rock and edged towards the waterfall hidden in the plantation of pines.

He could hear its roar muffled by the trees. It lay beyond, on Oliphant's private estate, though when his mother had been a girl, it had been a popular picnic spot for local families. Rab had kept up the tradition in defiance of the notices threatening to shoot trespassers. Climbing the fence, he hoped the gamekeeper was at home for the evening.

It was gloomy in the trees and the air smelled damp. He did not believe in ghosts, but he could almost feel the presence of long-dead pagan Britons peering at him from behind the trees. Surely Emmie would not have lingered here?

He rounded a large rock. Huddled in a moth-eaten blanket that Helen used on the wash-house floor, crouched a familiar slim figure.

‘Emmie!' Rab cried.

She stood up, letting out a loud sob. In an instant he had her in his strong arms, hugging her tight. She was shaking with cold and distress.

‘We've been lookin' all over. What you run off for?'

Emmie buried her head into his grimy jacket and wept, unable to speak. He stroked her head, calming her down.

‘It's all right. Nobody's ganin' to be angry. You're safe and that's all that matters.'

He felt her shaking lessen, the sobs growing quieter.

‘I don't want…' she tried to speak, ‘… don't want t-to . . .'

‘Don't want what, Emmie?'

She looked up at him with huge sad eyes. ‘I don't want to leave here - l-leave you and Auntie Helen.'

Rab felt his insides twist. ‘But Nell? You want to be with your sister, don't you?'

She shook her head. ‘Not if it means leaving Crawdene.' Suddenly her sorrow came tumbling out. ‘I hate the town; I don't want to live there. And Nell's working now; she'll soon get tired of having me around. I just annoy her and I don't even know why. And I don't want a room of me own. I like sleepin' with the fire and Uncle Jonas snoring. It makes me feel cosy. And I want Louise to be me friend again like before. She's angry at me for ganin' away and says she won't be me friend, ‘cos I like me sister more than her.' Her chin trembled again as she searched his face. ‘And you tell the best stories ever - and you and Sam make me laugh. I've never been as happy - even with Mam. And now I haven't got Mam, but I've got Auntie Helen and I don't want to gan away, even if the doctor is kind.'

Tears spilled down her cheeks again and she rubbed them on Rab's chest, smearing her face with coal dust.

After a long moment, he said, ‘You don't have to. I'll not let them take you away, if that's what you want.'

She gazed at him in awe. ‘Can you stop them?'

Rab looked at her stubbornly. ‘MacRaes can stop owt they want, once they put their mind to it.' He gave her a quick smile. ‘Haway, little ‘un. Let's get you home.'

He picked her up and carried her in his arms, hauling her over the fence and back down the hillside to the quarry. She perched on the back of the bicycle and they bumped their way down to the village, now engulfed in shadow.

There was consternation at her reappearance. Helen threw a warm blanket around her, cuddling her tight, while Jonas mixed her a hot toddy. Flora looked on in disapproval at the shot of whisky he poured for Emmie, then the one for himself. But the MacRaes' relief was so palpable, she said nothing. The other boys returned and fussed over Emmie too.

‘Now we can go home at last,' Nell snapped, resentful of the attention her sister was getting. ‘Come on, Emmie. I'll carry your bag if you like.'

Emmie eyed her sister nervously, but did not move. Flora caught the looks passing between the MacRaes. She also noticed Emmie's exhausted state.

‘It's getting late. Emmie looks tired out. Perhaps we should leave it a day or two? Rab could bring her into town during the week. Less fuss,' she murmured.

Helen nodded with relief. But Rab stepped over to Emmie and laid a protective hand on her head.

‘Why don't you ask Emmie what she wants?' he challenged. They all stared at him. ‘She wants to stay here. She wants a mam — her Auntie Helen's the nearest she's got to one now. She's settled in here and made it her home. What you want to take her away to a strange new place for? Don't mean to be disrespectful, Dr Jameson, but she'll get just as much learnin' with us as she would with you. And Emmie's like family to me mam and dad - to all of us.'

Flora flushed at his directness. But looking at the anxious faces in the room, she knew that what the outspoken Rab said was true. One look at Emmie's adoring expression for the handsome miner told her that she could never replace these kindly people in Emmie's affections. Her idea of playing mother to these girls and moulding them for a great new world of equality was a fantasy. At least for Emmie, that job was Helen MacRae's.