Emma's Journey (26 page)

Angel glared at her stepmother.

Sylvia stood in front of the fireplace, wringing her hands. The butler helped Angel to her feet and deposited her back on the chair. He bowed to both of them and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Silence ensued while Angel gathered her thoughts, then she addressed her stepmother. “Sylvia, whatever possessed you to arrange for me to be a mail order bride?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“There was no choice,” the woman snapped, flicking her skirt behind her as she continued to pace. “No respectable match could be made with our circumstances. Remember, even though he was on his deathbed when the deposits went missing, your father is being blamed for the debacle at the bank. We are all disgraced.”

Angel stood and paced along with Sylvia. “Why can’t I be a shop girl, or a maid, or whatever else young ladies do to make a living?” Angel waved her hand in the air. “I could take a tiny room somewhere and stay in New York.”

Sylvia sank in her chair and sighed. “Think, Angelina. Would you want to serve your friends in the fine shops you frequent? Would you care to be the upstairs maid in another friend’s house? Or how about if a young man in one of those houses, who at one time begged you for a dance, takes advantage of your vulnerable position under his roof? Demands for unwanted attentions happen all the time, you know. You could end up ruined, with no future.”

“And you call traveling across country to marry a stranger a future? Of course I’m ruined.” Angel closed her eyes.

I wish I could get Sylvia to share that lavender sprinkled handkerchief.

The headache she’d awoken with on the floor had become a monster.

Unable to deal with anything else, Angel headed for the door, then stopped abruptly, and turned. “Who is this man you’ve sold me to?”

“Angelina, I have not sold you.” Sylvia frowned. “He seems like a nice gentleman. I contacted an agency that does these placements, and they assured me every applicant is thoroughly investigated. They even examine the background of potential wives as well.”

“And have I been deemed worthy?”

Sylvia glared as she unfolded the letter. “Sit, Angelina. It hurts my neck to look up at you.” She scanned the paper briefly. “His name is Nathan Hale. He lives in Oregon City. He’s a gunsmith.”

“A gunsmith.” Angel whispered and dropped her head in her hands
.

Should I laugh or cry?

At the Harman’s ball last week, she’d danced and flirted with a university professor, an attorney, an industrialist, and a young, handsome Duke from England. “Go on.” She gulped to keep a hysterical giggle from escaping.

“Well, he has a lovely little house, so that’s promising, and he has children.” The last part came out a whisper.

Angel’s head snapped up. “Children?”

Sylvia drew herself up. “Yes, you’ve always wanted to be a mother, so this should please you.”

Angel slowly stood, walked to Sylvia and took the letter out of her hands. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she read, and then widened. She crushed the paper to her chest.

“Five!” She croaked. “He has
five
children!”

“Oh, dear, is that what it says?” Sylvia’s hand fumbled with the collar of her dress.

“Yes, madam, five children. Four boys and a baby girl.” She groaned and collapsed into the chair, as the cursed paper fell to the floor. “You must write to Mr. Hale and explain there’s been a mistake, and there will be no mail order bride from New York City.”

“I can’t,” Sylvia murmured.

Angel’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

“Because Mr. Hale has already sent the tickets for your trip, and I signed the contract with the agency yesterday. If you don’t go, we have to pay the fee Mr. Hale gave the agency. That’s five hundred dollars, and we don’t have five hundred dollars to spare.”

“You could always leave your lady’s maid here to save money.” Angel raised her eyebrows.

“Angelina, sarcasm doesn’t become you.” Sylvia stiffened. “And furthermore, it’s all been arranged. The house is no longer ours, I leave in the morning for Virginia, and your train leaves tomorrow, early afternoon.”

Sylvia sniffed and walked to the door. “I suggest you go to your room and pack. I have a terrible headache, and it will take Daisy and me all evening to pack my clothes. I will see you in the morning before I leave.” Without a backward glance, her shaky hand grabbed the doorknob and she left the room.

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Oregon City, Oregon

“Papa, Julia-Rose stinks.” Luke held his nose for emphasis as he danced around his father.

“See if Matt can change her diaper. I’m trying to get supper together.” Nathan Hale grabbed the pan smoking with a charred steak. Forgetting to snag a towel first, he dropped it, and yelled as he burned his hand. “Dammit, anyhow.”

“Dammit, anyhow,” Luke’s twin, John echoed.

“John, make yourself useful.” He spoke over his shoulder as he washed the steak off under the water. “Call your brothers to supper.”

“Supper!” John cupped his hands and shouted from where he stood.

“Don’t stand there and scream, for heaven’s sake. Go get them and bring them back.”

Nate pulled semi-clean dishes from the counter and filled them with soggy steak, and hard carrots. At least there was fresh bread and cookies from the bakery. He slapped the plates on the table, and grabbed silverware from the drawer.

“Papa, Julia-Rose doesn’t have any clean diapers.” Matt entered the kitchen, holding a naked Julia-Rose at arm’s length.

“Well, did you at least wipe her off?” Nate poured milk into glasses lined up on the counter.

“Yeah, I washed her. What can I put on her?”

“Put her nightgown on for now, and after we eat, I’ll find something. Let’s hope she doesn’t wet herself before then.”

Mark entered the kitchen and shoved John into Luke. The three laughed and pushed each other.

“Everybody sit down and eat.” Nate yelled as he grabbed the twins by the back of their shirts.

Matt came back with Julia-Rose, set her on cushions stacked on a wooden chair, and wrapped the leather strap dangling from it, around her. Nate buttered a piece of bread, and put tiny pieces on the table in front of the baby.

Silence prevailed as Nate bowed his head and offered thanks for the food, and his family’s health. Then the kitchen filled with the sound of five lively children shouting over each other while shoveling food into their mouths.

“Papa, these carrots are hard.” Luke banged the vegetable against the table.

“Carrots are good for you, whether they’re cooked or not. Eat them anyway.” Nate double-checked Julia-Rose’s carrot pieces to make sure they weren’t too big. Not happy with them, he scooped them up and put them on his plate.

John stared at him, food falling out of his open mouth. “Why did you steal Julia-Rose’s carrots?”

“I’m afraid she’ll choke on them.”

Mark immediately grabbed his throat. “I’m choking, steal my carrots, too.”

He glared at his son. “Never mind, just eat.”

Before long, the plates had all been emptied, and the boys devoured the cookies from the bakery. Nate cleared his throat, and looked at each boy in turn. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Four pairs of eyes met his. Julia-Rose, oblivious to the seriousness of her father’s voice, continued to bang the table with her spoon, a soggy cookie in her other hand.

“Things have been a little crazy around here since your mama died.”

God, I hope I’m doing the right thing
.

“I know it’s been tough for all of you. And for me, too.” Stiff fingers raked through his hair. “To make things better, I decided to get married.” He mumbled the last part.

“What?” Matt’s eyes grew wide.

“I said,” he cleared his throat again. “I’ve decided to get married.”

Nobody spoke for a moment. Four boys sat open-mouthed. “Does that mean we’ll have a new mama?” Matt wanted to know.

“Yes.” Nate’s voice strengthened. “You’ll have a new mama.”

“I like mamas.” Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “They bake cookies, and kiss you goodnight. Sarah says her mama reads story books to her, too.”

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Well, I’m not rightly sure. I didn’t get a picture of her, just letters.”

“Where is she now?” Matt shoved the last of his cookie into his mouth.

“Right now, she’s on her way here. She’s coming all the way from New York City.”

“New York City?” Luke and John said at the same time, eyes wide. “That must be a million miles away.”

“No.” Nate chuckled. “Not a million miles, but a long way. Clear across the country.”

“What’s her name?” Luke climbed down from his seat and wiggled onto Nate’s lap.

Nate played with the soft, silky hair on his son’s head. “Her name is Angelina. Angelina Hardwick. However, she tells me she likes to be called Angel.”

“Angel?” John rolled his eyes, blushing.

“Is she an angel like our mama?” Luke’s serious eyes stared at Nate.

“No, son, she’s not an angel like your mama. Your mama is an angel in heaven. This Angel is right here on earth.”

Mark hadn’t said a word. Nate turned to him. “Mark, what do you say about this?”

“I don’t want no gol-darned new mama.” Red-faced, the boy pushed back his chair and ran from the room.

Nate sighed. One out of five wasn’t bad. He placed Luke on his feet and began collecting dirty dishes from the table. “All right boys, get washed up and into bed. It’s getting late.”

The boys dragged their feet, never anxious to end their day. Nate walked to the window, and, hands shoved into his pockets, stared at the darkening sky. This had not been an easy decision. Six months wasn’t a long time to grieve a wife of ten years, but his life had begun to fall apart.

His marriage had been satisfactory, if not great. Lonely after leaving the army, and miles from his home, Amy had filled a hole in his heart. He tried not to dwell on whether he would have married her if she hadn’t become pregnant. She did, so he did, and five kids later, here he was, ready for a new wife. He sighed and turned back to the table, grabbed the rest of the dishes.

He still had to deal with the no diaper issue, so he stacked the dishes in the sink. Mrs. Darby, his neighbor and sort-of housekeeper, would wash them in the morning. Julia-Rose grunted and thrust her head back, wiggling to get out of the chair.

“Come on, baby, bedtime for you, too.” He undid the strap, picked her up, and hugged her chubby little body to his chest.

What is that?

He gaped at the warm, wet stream running down his leg from underneath Julia-Rose’s nightgown.

“Mama.” She smiled up at him. Then with the spoon she still held in her hand, she smacked him in the eye.

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The USA Today best selling author of The Elusive Wife writes both Western Historical and Regency romance, with “historic elements and sensory details” (The Romance Reviews). She also pens an occasional contemporary or two. Callie lives in Oklahoma with several rescue dogs, two adult children, and daughter-in-law (thankfully all not in the same house), and her top cheerleader husband of thirty-eight years. She also recently welcomed twin grandsons to her ever expanding family. Callie loves to hear from readers, and would welcome you as a “friend” on Facebook. You can contact her through her website:
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Books by Callie Hutton:

The Marriage Mart Mayhem Series:

The Elusive Wife (#1)

The Duke’s Quandary (#2)

The Lady’s Disgrace (#3)

The Baron’s Betrayal (#4)

The Highlander’s Choice (#5 – coming July, 2015)

Oklahoma Lovers series:

  #1 A Run For Love (Jesse & Tori)

  #2 A Prescription For Love (Michael & Heidi)

  #3 A Chance To Love Again (Rachel &Rusty)

  #4 A Wife by Christmas (Ellie & Max)

  #5 Anyplace But Here (Hunter & Emily) coming May, 2015

An Angel in the Mail (mail order bride)

Tessa’s Treasures- Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll series

Daniel’s Desire (civil war)

Miss Merry’s Christmas

Emma’s Journey (Wagon train)

A Tumble Through Time (time travel)

Choose Your Heart (Honky Tonk Hearts series)

Boxed sets:

Wild Western Women

Swept Through Time