Patience: Bride of Washington (American Mail Order Bride 42) (13 page)

“I’ve had the same quandary. I couldn’t bear the thought of you with anyone but me. One day I visualized you carrying Dad’s child and I almost went out of my mind. I didn’t know I was capable of loving anyone or anything as much as I love you.” He pulled her against him.

She nestled her head against his neck. “I knew at the Apple Blossom Festival that you were the one I loved, but I thought you were unavailable to me.”

“I knew when you lobbed me in the head with your ledger.”

“And you laughed at me.” She covered her eyes with her hands. “I’m still embarrassed for losing my temper.”

He pulled her hands away to shower her with kisses. “As soon as I learned you’d gone yesterday, I knew I had to find you and convince you to come home. To our home in Destiny, where you’ll live with me for the rest of our lives.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And we’ll have lots of children and grow old together. That sounds lovely. But I was on the way to visit Mercy. I wired her I’m here and hope to hear from her before time for the stage. I’m not sure she’s back from the cattle roundup, but she said there’s a suite of rooms I can use even if she’s away.”

He kissed her again. “Sounds like a nice honeymoon. We can have our wedding night here tonight and travel to visit her tomorrow. I’ll send Dad a wire of our plans. That is, unless you’d prefer going someplace more exotic.”

“Being in a hotel in a strange town with the man I love sounds pretty exotic to me.”

“Then, Mrs. Kincaid, let’s get this honeymoon underway.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “I’ve dreamed of what’s to come.”

“Wonderful, Mr. Kincaid. I’ll try to make your dreams come true.”

“You already have, my love. You already have.”

Epilogue

December 23, 1893

“Mercy!” Patience squealed and rushed as fast as a heavily pregnant woman could. She hugged her sister. “Having you come here for Christmas is wonderful.”

After exchanging hugs, Mercy asked, “Where are those twins for Aunt Mercy to cuddle?”

The sound of clomping directed everyone’s attention to the stairs.

Patience smiled at her brothers and her sons. “Jason is leading Robert Andrew and David has Riley Moses. The twins are fascinated by their uncles.”

Stone nodded at his young brothers-in-law. “Your brothers appear to enjoy being uncles. And now they have another nephew to visit.” He knelt down and held out his hand. “Hello, Isaac. I’m your Uncle Stone.”

After a glance at Quill to be sure it was all right, Isaac stretched out his arms to be picked up by his newly met relative.

Marianne stood at the foot of the stairs, in her element directing the event. “I’ll show you men where you’ll be staying. Quill and Mercy are next to her parents and next door will be Mr. Fairchild. Little Isaac can bunk with his parents or in the nursery with his cousins.”

Patience clasped Mercy’s hands. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Our children will know their cousins.”

Mercy squeezed her sister’s fingers. “You can count on that. Now that Mama and Papa have moved to Destiny, Quill has promised to bring me here twice a year. Traveling is difficult for Uncle Ike, so next year, you’ll have to come to us for Christmas.”

Schmidt passed with a load of luggage. Andrew appeared with a suitcase.

“Dad, I’ll help Schmidt if you’ll move everyone into the parlor.” Stone passed baby Isaac to Mercy. He and Quill went to tote in more suitcases.

Quill said, “Traveling with a child means a lot of extras.”

Mama had been standing to the side, but now came to put an arm around each of her daughters. “Seeing the two of you together with your husbands and children has made me feel ten years younger.”

Standing behind his wife, Papa slid his arms around Mama’s waist. “Me, too. And living in Destiny the past year has given me new life. I feel like my old self again, thanks to the Kincaids. I’ve been grateful for the move every second.”

Patience grabbed her abdomen and cried, “Oh, no, not now! I think this baby has decided to arrive in spite of me having so much to do.”

Emily hurried forward. “Babies don’t wait for a convenient time. Andrew, you help Patience up to bed while I get the supplies.”

Entering the house, Stone set down the cases he carried. “What’s happening? Is it time? Patience, honey, I’m coming.” He made as if to pick her up.

She sidestepped his attempt and grabbed his arm. “I can walk, I just need to lean on you—and we need to hurry.” 

Four hours later, Stone sat in their bedroom beside his exhausted wife. “A beautiful girl like her mother. Shall I tell everyone what we decided to name her?”

Propped up on pillows, Patience gently traced her daughter’s delicate features. “She is beautiful, isn’t she? Alice Mercedes. I’m glad Mama’s middle name is Mercedes. Alice Dorothy doesn’t sound as fluid and now she’s named after both our mothers and my sister.”

Stone gently kissed Patience. “We may have another opportunity to use the name Dorothy someday. Right now, my world is complete. The woman I love has given me three children. What more could any man wish for?”

“Stone, no wonder I’m so happy. I love you, my wonderful husband. Your love has brought me my heart’s desire. I look forward to the coming years by your side.”

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Chapter One

Possum Corners, Virginia 1873

Josephine stared at her father, Sheriff Ben Nailor. “I can’t believe you aren’t arresting the mayor for trying to assault me. Or even calling him out.”

Her father raised a hand in protest. “Now, Josie, you’re a beautiful woman and he’s a healthy, red-blooded man. You can’t blame him for admiring you.”

“Admiring is one thing, attacking is another thing entirely. He tore my bodice before I could escape.” She gestured to her former best dress with the rip down the front.

“He’s real sorry about that and said it was just a misunderstanding.” Her father offered a red satin dress trimmed in black lace. “John sent this to replace the ruined one. He said if you’ll wear it to have supper with him tonight, he’ll make last night up to you.”

She put her hands on her hips. “I can just imagine what he has in mind. He wants me in his bed, Papa. Why won’t you stand up for me?” She could not believe her father was willing for her to be no more than the mayor’s harlot.

Her father’s voice wheedled but his brown eyes hardened, “Face the fact that he’s my boss. You want me to lose my job? Then where would we be? John’s a rich man and controls this town. You play your cards right, you could be his wife and you’d be secure for life. That’s what I want for you, a life of ease with a wealthy man. Now you do as I say.”

“I want nothing to do with him. He disgusts me. Besides, he’s too old and should be courting Widow Onslow or Widow Vincent.” Her father and his attitude disgusted and saddened her. Why was he so agreeable to Mayor John Hawkins’ lecherous intentions?

His face red with anger, her father raised his hand. She thought he was going to hit her, but in the end he changed course and pointed at her. “Josie, I’m telling you plain. Tonight, you put on that dress and show up at John Hawkins’s place at seven. You hear me?”

Her heart beat so fast and hard she feared she’d drop dead right there. To conceal her gasping breaths, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, I hear you all right.”

“See that you do what I say or you’ll be sorry. We’ll both be sorry. Now I’m going to work. You’d better be at John’s house when I come in this evening.” Her father clamped his hat on his head and stormed out of the house.

Josie sank onto a chair in tears of anger and sorrow. She would not see Mayor Hawkins again and her father couldn’t make her. Could he? He was the sheriff, but surely he couldn’t force his daughter to prostitute herself for his boss.

Dear Lord in Heaven, if only I could get away from this town.

A tap at the door caused her to jump half out of her skin.

When she answered the knock, Ophelia Shipp leaned against the facing. Her blond hair was damp with perspiration and her blue eyes showed she’d been weeping. Dust covered the front of her dress. She’d set a valise on the porch.

Josephine helped her best friend into the house and to a seat at the table. “You look as if you’re ready to pass out. What was it this time?” She hurried to pour Ophelia a glass of water and dampen a cloth to clean her face.

The other woman leaned her arms on the table rather than tilting back in the chair. “On the way to the house from the barn, I stumbled and spilled part of the milk from the pail. There was still plenty left for today but Pa flew into a rage and beat me worse than ever. I fell down twice coming here. I won’t go back and give him a chance to hit me ever again.”

Josephine was happy her friend would be spared the frequent beatings her father administered at whatever he considered a mistake or disrespect. Sweet, kind Ophelia did nothing to deserve the horrid treatment her father insisted was his Biblical direction. How he could believe “Spare the rod and spoil the child” meant beating his daughter senseless over the slightest thing was a mystery.

“What will you do?”

She pulled a piece of newsprint from her pocket. “This was in Pa’s paper. I’m going there as soon as I catch my breath and recover a bit of strength.”

Josephine read the scrap of paper. “

Young women of good character desiring to go west for the purpose of marriage may apply for an interview between ten and four from April 5
th
to 10
th
at the Grand Hotel, Richmond, care of Mrs. Lydia Harrison
.

She lowered the advertisement. “Today’s the 10
th
. You can hardly stand. You’ll never make it to Richmond in time.”

“I’m determined to try. Come with me, Jo. Getting away would solve your problem with the mayor.”

Josephine wasn’t sure she ever wanted to marry, but this might be a way to escape her current situation. She glanced at the mantel clock. Only a few minutes until the train to Richmond came through. And what if this Mrs. Harrison was no longer interviewing?

She smoothed the cool cloth across her friend’s face. “What if we’re too late?”

“Then we’ll have to think of something else. I-I took the milk and egg money. I have eight dollars. If Mrs. Harrison won’t accept us, that’s enough for us to find a room somewhere until we find a job.”

Josephine gasped in shock. This time Mr. Shipp would surely kill Ophelia if he caught her. “You took his money? Oh, no, your father will be furious.”

“Which is why I have to leave right away. This is the first place he’ll look. Are you coming with me?” Ophelia’s blue eyes pleaded with her.

Wasn’t this the chance she’d prayed for? Josephine stood. “I can be ready quickly. You want to lie down while I pack?”

“I don’t want to move. I’ll rest here.” Ophelia laid her head on her arms and closed her eyes.

Quickly, Josephine filled a valise. She wished she could take more, but she wouldn’t be able to carry two cases and still help Ophelia. Now that her best dress was torn, she didn’t have any nice clothes, anyway. When she’d gathered the essentials, she took the money she’d been saving and put it in her purse.

A couple of neighbors paid her to mend clothing. Each week she saved a few cents from money Papa gave her for groceries. Over six months, she’d saved five dollars, a huge sum to her, but she realized she’d need far more to survive on her own.

She took the hateful red dress and spread it across her father’s bed. Let Pa know she didn’t even like the dress well enough to take the thing with her. She left a note on the dress telling her father goodbye.

Papa,

I hope you keep your job, but I can’t do what you want. I’m leaving to find a better life. I’ve taken the things Mama gave me: her locket, her Bible, Grandmother’s ring, and the little painting Mama gave you on your wedding day. When I’m settled, I’ll let you know where I am. Take care of yourself.

Your daughter,

Josephine

Picking up her valise and Ophelia’s, she gathered her courage. Somehow, this would work out. They left out the back door and hurried to the tree line.

Keeping out of sight for the first ten minutes, they reached the train station. They hid behind a freight car parked with others on a side rail. When the Richmond train stopped, they peered about to see if anyone they recognized loitered at the station. When they heard the last call, they made a dash—or as close to one as Ophelia could manage.

Acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, they climbed aboard and found seats. Hopefully, neither father would realize they were gone until too late to stop them. They were underway when the conductor came to check tickets.

Josephine forced a calm expression on her face while her insides were in such turmoil she thought she might vomit. “Can you sell us a ticket? My friend and I didn’t have time to get ours or we’d have missed the train. We have an appointment in Richmond.”

The man gave them the fisheye, but he collected their coins and gave them each a ticket.

Ophelia kept her shawl around her shoulders even though the car was stifling. She had to cover the blood soaking through her dress where her father’s strap had sliced her skin. She didn’t even lean back.

Glancing frequently to check on Ophelia, Josephine watched the scenery go by. They’d gotten away. No matter whether or not Mrs. Harrison accepted them, they had escaped their fathers and, in her case, the mayor.

In Richmond, they easily found the Grand Hotel near the station. Josephine had no idea of the time. Inside, they asked for Mrs. Harrison.

The desk clerk looked down his nose at them. “The time is fifteen minutes past four. Mrs. Harrison was conducting interviews in room 210, but she has concluded those.”

Tears gathered in Ophelia’s eyes. “No, we can’t be too late.”

Josephine took her friend by the hand. “We’ll go to the room and see if she’s still there. If she is, we’ll throw ourselves on her mercy.” She practically dragged her friend up the stairs. In front of room 210, Josephine stood and fought for calm.

She pushed her friend’s hair from her perspiring brow. “Pull yourself together, Ophelia. We have to impress Mrs. Harrison.” She knocked what she hoped was strongly.

An attractive woman not that much older than herself opened the door. Her dark hair was expertly arranged and her dress spoke of wealth. “Oh, dear. We’ve already concluded the interviews.”

Josephine stepped into the doorway so the woman couldn’t shut them out. “We’re in great need of your services. I’m Josephine Nailor and this is my friend Ophelia Shipp. Each of us wishes to go west to marry. There must be a way we can be included.” She noticed luggage was piled near the entry.

“I’m Lydia Harrison. I’m sorry, but I’ve filled all the spots—”

Ophelia fell to the floor in a dead faint.

“Oh, my. Sophie, get my smelling salts and one of you girls bring a glass of water.” Mrs. Harrison knelt by Ophelia.

When Ophelia had fallen, her shawl dropped away and exposed part of her dress in back. Bloody stripes were visible through the thin cloth. Josephine quickly pulled up the shawl. In doing so, her gaze locked with Mrs. Harrison’s. What she saw were lovely grey eyes filled with compassion.

After having a vial waved under her nose, Ophelia blinked awake.

Mrs. Harrison grabbed Ophelia under the arms without touching her back.  “Let me help you sit so you can drink.”

When Ophelia was upright, she drank half the glass of water and shuddered. “Thank you. I-I don’t know what came over me.”

“When you’re able, dear, move to the sofa. If you feel well enough now, your friend and I will help you.”

“I can manage with Jo’s help. This is so embarrassing.”

Josephine helped her struggle to her feet and reach the luxurious sofa. Four girls and the woman Mrs. Harrison had called Sophie hovered around them.

Mrs. Harrison stood and tapped a finger against her cheek. “I’ve decided we can accommodate two more girls. That will mean you’ll have to share a room at my home until you decide who you want to marry.”

Josephine breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Ophelia.

Mrs. Harrison turned to the two newcomers. “Girls, my friend Sophia Gaston and I are from the town of Tarnation, Texas. There are simply no young women of marriage age there and our young men are leaving home to move where they can find wives.”

Sophia spoke, “Even my son, our town’s doctor, is threatening to move to Weatherford or Fort Worth. I prevailed on Lydia to do something.”

Lydia smiled at her friend then turned her attention back to Josephine and Ophelia. “My late husband William left me quite well off. I have a large home in town where you can stay until you meet the man you wish to marry.”

“What if we don’t find someone we like?” Josephine thought she might never marry. She had no reason to trust men.

“In that case, I’ll try to help you find a way to support yourself. In the meantime, I’ll give little receptions, dinners, and a party or two so you can meet and visit with the men who want wives.”

Ophelia widened her eyes. “Is this legitimate? I mean no offense, Mrs. Harrison, but we’re both good girls. You aren’t in the white slavery trade, are you?”

Josephine had wondered the same thing. The situation sounded too good to be true. Although the woman called Sophie harrumphed, Lydia Harrison laughed.

“Well you should ask, dear, and please call me Lydia. This is a hundred percent on the up and up. I’ll pay your travel expenses and you can live rent free in my home. I’m simply trying to stop our young men leaving and to acquire several young families in Tarnation.”

Reassured, Josephine smiled. “That’s a funny name for a town.”

“I agree. My late husband, bless him, used to say ‘tarnation’ a lot. Apparently, when he laid out his ranch and wanted to file for the land, he asked someone ‘Where in tarnation am I?’ The person answered that the settlement didn’t have a name, but that sounded like a good one.”

They all laughed.

“When he came back to the little town, ‘Tarnation’ was painted over the store and over the livery stable.”

A knock interrupted her story.

The porter was there with a cart. He loaded the luggage and added Ophelia’s and Josephine’s. They had barely connected with Lydia before she left for Texas. The fact stole Josephine’s breath. A half hour and they would have missed what sounded like a safe haven.