A Wedding at the Villa

A Wedding at the Villa

“Nettie, I feel like I'm 18 again. I can't believe I'm a blushing bride at my age.”

“You look beautiful, Evelyn. The little hint of pink in your cheeks is very becoming. Aren't you glad you listened to the children and agreed to a wedding with all of them witnessing your happiness?”

“I am, but I'm not too sure about Dudley. He was ready to run off last night to find a justice of the peace just so he wouldn't have to say his vows in front of an audience. It's funny because he can talk for hours about an artifact from the 18^th century to a group of strangers, but ask him to declare his love in front of friends and family and his nerves begin to fray. He's such an odd man, Nettie, maybe that's why I love him so much.”

“He may be odd but he loves you too. I can see it in his eyes whenever he glances your way. I'm so happy you found love again after all these years.”

“I am too.”

“They're playing our song,” came Harvey Wilson's voice from the other side of the door. “Your groom awaits.”

Nettie opened the door and Harvey's face showed his approval of the bride. He extended his arm. It was his honor to escort Evelyn down the aisle of the villa's chapel.

With Nettie in the lead, Harvey and Evelyn walked to her waiting bridegroom. Dudley looked anxious until he saw his bride. He waited all his life for this woman and he wasn't going to let a case of nerves ruin this day. He smiled and all was right with the world.

Vicar Will performed the ceremony. The chapel was filled with folks from Greensboro and Camden Corners. The children who lived in the villa were gathered together. They loved Miss Evelyn and were happy Mr. Dudley was going to be living at the villa with her.

The reception was filled with laughter and children of all ages. Many of the youngsters had lived a short time at the villa themselves and were reunited with Miss Evelyn, the staff and their friends.

The bride and groom cut the cake and took off for a short honeymoon which consisted of two nights at the Greensboro Hotel. The staff insisted Evelyn take some time off. She didn't want to go too far in case she was needed at the villa.

The next day, Hattie and Jessica stayed at the villa to visit with their friends. Oscar and Nettie went into town to the apartment house where the girls lived with their grandmother. Evelyn had given them the name of Mrs. Oliver who lived across the hall from the grandmother's old apartment. Evelyn said she was very chatty and could probably help them discover more about their daughters' family.

“Mrs. Oliver?”

“Who are you?”

“I'm Oscar Crowley and this is my wife, Nettie. We would like to ask you a few questions about Hattie and Jessica who lived across the hall.”

“What about them? I didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't take those girls in, I have barely enough food for myself. I had to call the authorities.”

“I'm sure you did the right thing, Mrs. Oliver,” Nettie said in her soothing voice. “We have adopted the girls and would like to know about their family, if there is any.”

“Aren't you two a little old to be their parents?”

“Yes, we are older than most parents but we love them very much and we are trying to give them a good home.”

“Well, I guess it's alright. Come in and I'll tell you everything I know.”

Nettie and Oscar took a seat on the shabby sofa. Nettie had the feeling Mrs. Oliver didn't have many visitors and was happy for the company.

“Poor Minnie Dean, she had her hands full with those twins after her daughter, Rosella died. Rosella was a frail little thing. Minnie said she had rheumatic fever when she was just a wee babe and was never healthy a day after that. I remember Rosella was very pretty, she had big blue eyes and a pert little nose. Minnie coddled her all her life.

“Gerald Long had a terrible crush on her in high school. It's too bad Minnie didn't let them court. Rosella might still be alive today.

“Minnie worked as a maid in the big hotel downtown. Rosella wanted to get a job after she graduated but her mother insisted she stay at home and rest. Poor Rosella, I know she felt useless. Minnie had no idea Rosella would sneak out of the apartment just to take a walk while her mother was at work.

“During the fall of that year, a young fellow by the name of Cloy Livingston moved into the apartment down the hall. Oh, he was a smooth character. Rosella took one look at him and fell hook, line and sinker. He used to stop her in the hall and tell her how pretty she was. She would giggle and run back into the apartment. This would go on day after day. Cloy would go out at night and come home with one floozy after another. He was simply no good.

“Rosella never knew about his nightly visitors because Minnie made sure she was in bed and asleep by eight o'clock every evening. I never spied on Rosella, mind you. I just happened to have my door opened a crack whenever she and Cloy would meet in the hall. After a few months, I noticed Rosella would slip into his apartment. It was a disgrace, I tell you, an utter disgrace.

“It was none of my business, of course but I couldn't help but notice when Rosella began to put on weight. I'll never forget the day she confessed to her mama that she was expecting a baby. Minnie shouted at the girl so loud the walls shook. She marched down the hall to Cloy Livingston's room and pounded on the door. You have probably guessed this already, but Mr. Cloy Livingston was nowhere to be found. Poor Rosella, she was so distraught I thought she might lose the baby then and there. At least I thought it was only one baby at the time.

“The months went by and Rosella never recovered from her misery. Minnie told everyone that Rosella and Cloy had been married and Cloy died in a tragic accident shortly after the marriage. Of course, nobody believed a word of it. It was becoming obvious that Rosella was carrying more than one baby. She went into labor way too early. Minnie delivered her grandchildren and kept them alive by holding them close to the warm stove and feeding them sugar water with an eye dropper. Poor Rosella, she never recovered from the birth and died when the twins were less than a week old. I do believe she died of a broken heart.

“Minnie cared for those precious babies. She gave up her job and took in laundry to support herself and the twins until they started school. After that she worked at the bakery. She would get up at 3:00 in the morning six days a week. She would run home during her break to see the girls off to school and she was always home when school let out.

“She kept up this schedule for years until one day she collapsed as she was walking to the bakery. The poor little girls were orphans. They came home that day and their grandmother was gone. That was when I called the authorities to report them abandoned. I never knew what happened to them after that day. I'm glad they are well and happy.”

“That is a very sad story Mrs. Oliver. Thank you for telling us. I assume you never saw Cloy Livingston again?”

“He never dared show his face around here. I'm sure he knew poor Rosella was in a family way. He hightailed it out of town so he wouldn't have to face Minnie. I can't say I blame him, Minnie would have boxed his ears but good. The man was a coward and a weasel. Those babies were better off without him.”

“Thank you again for your help Mrs. Oliver.”

“Of course, if I think of anything else, I'll call Mrs. Keys at the villa. She seems such a nice lady.”

“What do you think Oscar? Should we look for Cloy Livingston or do you think we should just let it alone?”

“I'm not sure, Nettie. We suspected the twins' father would not be a fine upstanding gentleman. Maybe it's better if we don't pursue it any further. On the other hand, if we don't do everything we are able to find the girls' father, are we doing them a disservice? I might have a private investigator check into it. We may be setting ourselves up for extortion. If that's the case, do we really want the girls to know their father would be a part of something like that?”

“I'm sure you will do the right thing, Oscar. You always do.” Nettie knew Oscar would carefully consider all his options and come up with the right answer eventually.

Six weeks later, Oscar received a report from the private investigator stating that Cloy Livingston had been killed in a fist fight in June of 1901. There was no evidence Mr. Livingston had any living relatives.

“Nettie, I don't see any reason to share this information with anyone.”

In a small apartment in New York City, Lloyd Palmer was gazing out the window.

“Are you still thinking of the twins, Lloyd?”

“Yes, I know they are better off not knowing about me but it still hurts. I don't know why I assumed Cloy's identity when I lived in Greensboro. Cloy was a ladies man, maybe I thought if I used his name I would be a hit with the ladies too. Instead, I paid for any attention they gave me. All except Rosella. She was such a sweet little thing. I ran when she told me she was expecting a baby. What a coward I was.”

“If only you hadn't thrown the first punch when you and Cloy fought. You wouldn't have spent three years in prison.”

“Cloy wouldn't be dead either. No, Ruby, I deserved the time I served.”

“You are turning your life around Lloyd. Maybe you should rethink telling that investigator the truth. I told you I would be willing to help you raise your daughters.”

“Ruby, don't make me sorry I told you the truth. Those girls are with a family who loves them. Maybe I don't have the kind of money Mr. Crowley does to hire a high class investigator but I have done my own investigating. They are better off in Camden Corners with two parents who love them. If I were to win custody of them, what would they have? A life in a rat infested apartment with a jailbird for a father. No Ruby, you will not tell anyone my secret. It's the least I can do for my daughters.”

Lloyd never did tell Hattie and Jessica that he was their father. He often traveled to Camden Corners on business and would catch a glimpse of them through the years. They looked so much like their mama and more so every time he saw them. He was a cad for taking advantage of Rosella but he did love her. He was just a kid himself back then. If only he'd had the courage to stay in Greensboro. His life would have been so different. Who knows, with the love of a good woman he may have been able to make something of himself.

Tying the Knot

Tying the Knot

Leland thought about the evening with Millie and her extended family on his drive home. He was happy this would be one of the final times he would be going home to a big empty house. He had empty crates in his carriage for Clara Rollins to fill with his mother's treasures to be donated to the antique shop. Now that he and Millie were to be married, Emma and Lily should have no objections to his donations. He made sure Clara knew she was welcome to any of his mother's collectibles that she liked. Clara was much to reticent to help herself but he had watched her dusting many times and knew what her favorites were. He would make sure those items stayed with the house.

Everything was happening so quickly he was afraid he would forget all that had to be done. One task he knew he wouldn't ignore was meeting with Vicar Will in morning to set a wedding date. Leland couldn't believe after all these years he was going to be a married man. He had no doubt Millie was the one for him. It didn't matter that they were both in their twilight years. The time they did have together would be very special.

“Just look at Oscar and Nettie Crowley,” he called out to Festus. “Those two are one of the happiest couples I know and they didn't meet until their later years either. I think I have always had a soft spot for Millicent. I remember when I was a young lad the Merryweather parties were extraordinary occasions. Mother use to spend two hours in front of the mirror primping every time the Merryweather ballroom opened up. I think she enjoyed going to those affairs more than anything else except maybe admiring her collections. Millicent was the girl all the fellows admired. She and Neville were unapproachable back in those days. I think she changed somewhat after she married the Stout fellow. He wasn't into all that pretentiousness. We was a nice gentleman. I'm glad she had him in her life. As long as he was alive he had hoped to move her out of that mausoleum but she never would give it up. Now I'm glad he didn't succeed. That old place suits her and she has made it into a home. A home I will be living in very soon. Festus, I don't know what I would do without you to listen to me. I wonder if the vicar would let you be my best man for the ceremony.” Leland laughed and Festus whinnied right on cue.

Clara Rollins showed up precisely on time the next morning. Leland was already packing items into the crates.

“Mr. Harvey, please, let me do that. That's what I'm here for.”

“Clara, we are business partners now. Please call me Leland. We will work together. I do have to go to the church this morning. Millie and I are meeting with the vicar.”

“I'm glad you aren't wasting any time getting married. I think you have waited long enough. Why are these items in another crate? Will you be keeping them?”

“No Clara, I want you to take them and anything else you have fancied all these years. I know Mother would want you to have them. She thought of you as a daughter, you know.”

“I loved your mother very much Mr. Harvey.” Clara had a tear in her eye thinking of the older woman. “It may take me a while to call you anything but Mr. Harvey. I might be able to call you Junior as your mama and papa did for so many years.”

“Never mind, Clara. Mr. Harvey will do just fine” They both laughed.

Help arrived in the form of Lily, Emma, Ethel and Jonas. Clara supervised. None of them had realized how many different pieces were in that house. Every room, with the exception of Leland's bedroom, was filled with figurines and trinkets.

“You must have been exhausted every day after dusting all of these things, Clara” said Lily.

“I never minded. Mrs. Harvey loved looking at them and I took pride in keeping them clean and bright for her. After she passed, it gave me comfort to hold them and think of her.”

Everyone had their work cut out for them. They called on some of the high school boys to help them move the furniture into storage. Clara had asked for help in decorating the rooms and many of the pieces would be used again. Jamison's crew was scheduled to begin renovations at the beginning of the following week. Time was of the essence.

Vicar Will greeted the couple and was delighted to hear they had found each other. The vicar loved performing wedding ceremonies. He had just married his wife, Kate's grandmother Alma Schrum and Melvin Tanner. Will was hoping Alma would take it easy now and not work so hard. She had been his longtime cook and housekeeper. Alma had other ideas. She loved cooking for Will, Kate and their two adopted sons. Melvin enjoyed her cooking too and had put on a few pounds since he'd arrived in town the previous summer. Cody Hill, Melvin's ward was a frequent visitor when he wasn't away at college.

“Kate is too busy teaching school and since she will be giving birth in the summer to my first great grandchild, she doesn't need to be standing and cooking big meals for all you men. I have to cook for Melvin anyway so we will just continue as we are.”

Will didn't argue with her. He had known Alma for too many years and knew she did exactly as she wanted which was fine with him. He wanted a healthy wife and baby.

It was arranged. The wedding would take place the following day. Millie felt like a young bride with butterflies and all. Helene and Addie helped her pick out a dress to wear. They were very happy for their friend.

Neville was due to arrive on the afternoon train. He was surprised to hear his sister was getting married and couldn't have been more pleased. Prudence, his wife didn't feel up to attending the ceremony. The truth was she didn't want to be in the presence of her husband's one time lover. The woman who bore his son. She much preferred to stay in her bedroom with the bottle she had hidden under her bed.

Neville was concerned about Prudence. His marriage had been arranged by his father many years ago. Prudence didn't love him any more than he loved her. They had two daughters who both encouraged their father to find happiness with Helene Robinson. Neville was an honorable man and would not go back on his commitment to his wife and his marriage. He had asked Doctor Grant to visit Prudence while he was away. He knew her drinking had become a serious problem and was hoping Doc Grant would be able to make Prudence see what she was doing to herself.

Doc stopped by that very afternoon. Prudence was in her room. She was sitting on the bed with a tea cup in her hand. Doc could smelled the scent of whiskey from the doorway.

“Hello Doc, what are you doing here this afternoon? Did Neville ask you to come by to check up on me?”

“Why would you say that, Prudence? Is there any reason Neville would ask me to do that?”

“Don't play coy with me Doctor Grant. I know my husband has people checking on me all the time. You know he wants to divorce me so he can marry that tramp in Camden Corners. That's where he is now. With her and that love child of theirs.”

“No, Prudence. Neville is attending the wedding of his sister and you should be standing by his side. Your daughters are there also. You are rather conspicuous with your absence, don't you think?”

“That stuffy old Millicent never liked me either. That old house should have been mine. Neville was the man of the family after Cyrus died. That's the trouble with Neville. He was never a man. He only married me because his father told me he had to or he would disown him.”

“He may have agreed to marry you because his father demanded it but Cyrus Merryweather died many years ago and left Neville his share of the family fortune. Neville could have divorced you a long time ago but he stayed true to his vows. You haven't made it easy for him Prudence. You know your drinking has gotten out of hand.”

“My drinking? Why is it my fault? I gave up my whole life for Neville and those two brats. They don't love me either. I know Neville wanted a son but he wasn't going to get another kid out of me. He had the last laugh didn't he? All these years he already had a son.”

“Prudence, this isn't doing any good. Your daughters are both wonderful young women. They love you as much as you are willing to allow them to. However, I guarantee you will lose them along with your husband if you continue on this path. As a matter of fact, you will most likely lose your life. Alcohol is slowly poisoning you. I know of a sanitarium that helps people with problems such as yours. I would like to admit you as soon as possible. I want you to give me that bottle of whiskey you have hidden under the covers and any other bottles you may have in this house. I'll give you a mild sedative so you can get some sleep and I will be back in the morning to take you to the facility.”

“Get out of here! I don't need any help from you. Mind your own business you quack.” Prudence picked up a vase of flowers from the nightstand and threw it at the good doctor's head narrowly missing him.

Doctor Grant walked out of the room. He didn't think there was any point in trying to convince Prudence to seek help.

The maid shook her head. “When she gets this way Doc, we just let her be.”

Doc left knowing Prudence couldn't continue this way. He would like to have given her a physical examination but knew it was useless to even suggest it. He could see by her coloring that her liver had been affected by the alcohol she was consuming. It was much worse than he imagined. Neville was right to worry about her.

As Prudence was crying herself to sleep, Mrs. Millicent Merryweather Stout was walking down the aisle to be married to Mr. Leland Harvey II. There wasn't a dry eye in the house including Neville Merryweather who was gazing in the direction of the only woman he had ever loved. Mrs. Helene Simpson Robinson.

Melanie Merryweather looked toward her father. She could see the longing in his eyes. Melanie's heart ached for him. She remembered back over a year ago. Her parents had forbidden her to associate with Michael Cassidy. She could still remember her mother telling her Michael would not be welcome in her house because his family was not “top drawer.” That term was the exact phrase her mother used. Her father sent her off for an extended visit with Aunt Millicent but Michael followed. Without knowing Michael was the reason for the sudden visit, Aunt Millicent had welcomed him into her home and grown very fond of him. When her father discovered Michael was in Camden Corners, he was on the next train and stormed into his sister's house demanding Melanie end the relationship immediately. Aunt Millicent set him straight and reminded him of the love he felt for a certain woman who was not upper crust enough for his own father. Millicent told Neville if he and Prudence didn't accept Michael, the couple were welcome to live in her home. Neville had never forgotten his love for Helene and could see he was doing to his daughter exactly what his father had done to him. He got to know Michael and grew to think of him as a son. Prudence had never forgiven Neville and took it as a personal attack on her. She began to drink heavily and continued to make life miserable for anyone around her including herself.

Melanie put her hand on her father's arm. “I love you Father.”

“I love you too, Melanie.”

A Busy Spring

The Village of Camden Corners

A Busy Spring

“Otto, I am afraid I will be out of a job soon and out of Mr. Harvey's home. He told me this morning that he and Mrs. Stout are going to be married. He is so happy I didn't want to ask what he was planning to do with the house. An hour later Jamison Bentley came by and started measuring and drawing and making notes. He said he would let Mr. Harvey know his findings this afternoon. Just before I left, Mr. Bentley came to call again. I hope I can find employment Otto. I know Mrs. Stout has her own housekeeper. Mr. Harvey will no longer need my services.”

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

“Now Clara, you know we have always been able to manage no matter how dire our circumstances become. If you can't find another position right away we do have a little bit of savings left in Mr. Harvey's bank. I think you are more sorry about not being able to go to that house everyday than you are about losing your job.”

“You are right Otto. I will miss that house. I started working for old Mr. and Mrs. Harvey when I was just a girl. Mrs. Harvey knew I loved polishing the railing on the stairs in the foyer and always made certain there was plenty of oil soap in the cleaning closet.”

Meanwhile, Jamison Bentley was going over blueprints he had drawn up.

“Leland, I think you will be happy to learn that your home will easily convert into eight individual rooms on the upper levels with space on the first floor for a full private apartment and a large gathering room or parlor on the first floor. I have left the stairway intact as you requested. None of the weight bearing walls will be compromised. Whoever designed and built this house must have envisioned it being transformed into a multifamily home one day.”

Jamison went on to say he had conferred with Reggie Blackburn and Reggie would be arriving soon to examine the house if Leland was in agreement.

“The sooner the better. I didn't mention the possibility of the alteration of the house to Mrs. Rollins for fear it would not be a suitable alternative. I'm afraid she may have the idea she will be without employment. I would like to set her straight as soon after I hear what Reggie has to say.”

Reggie and his right hand man, Ernie appeared at the door. They examined the structure of the building from top to bottom and determined everything to be in order.

After settling on a fair price and signing a contract, Jamison, Reggie and Ernie all left the residence.

Harvey couldn't wait another minute. It had started raining quite heavily as he drove his horse and carriage down the streets of Camden Corners to the little cabin on the lake where his housekeeper had lived for many years. Harvey noticed the patchwork on the roof and wasn't surprised when he heard the sound of raindrops hitting pans placed in various areas of the kitchen. The pans were catching the rain that was leaking through the roof.

“Mr. Harvey, please come in.” Clara and Otto knew this couldn't be good news. Mr. Harvey had never appeared at their door before.

“May I serve you a cup of coffee or tea Mr. Harvey?”

“If you have some coffee already made that would be wonderful Mrs. Rollins. It is rather chilly out there this evening. I'm sure you are wondering why I am here. I didn't want to mention earlier today that I would no longer be in need of a housekeeper. I assure you it has nothing to do with the exceptional service you have given to me and to my mother and father before me.”

“I understand Mr. Harvey. I wish you a much happiness with Mrs. Stout.” Clara was doing her best to keep the tears at bay.

“I don't think you do understand, Clara.” He had never used Mrs. Rollins' first name before but could tell she was upset and decided to put an end to the formality that had always been between them.

“Otto, please sit down as this concerns you also.”

Leland went on to explain his plans for the old house with the ultimate goal of turning the house over to Clara and Otto.

“Clara, you are the only person I know who has loved that house as much as my mother did and I think she would be happy to know you will be the new owner.”

Clara couldn't believe her ears. “Mr. Harvey, we simply couldn't accept your offer. Otto and I are simple people but we do have our pride and we could never accept charity.”

Leland was ashamed of himself. Of course they wouldn't accept the house as a gift. He wasn't thinking clearly when he suggested it.

“Clara, I apologize if it sounded like charity. I was thinking more in the line of a partnership. If my plan to convert it to a rental property is to work, I will need folks I am able to trust to handle the maintenance and upkeep of the house. I know how you feel about the house and would like you to make it your home. We can work out a financial arrangement later. It would be an income property. As much as I would like to keep the rents reasonable, I do believe we will also be able to make a nice profit. I would like you and Otto to share that profit. I'll let you think about what I have said but I hope you will agree to the arrangement.”

Otto spoke up, “Mr. Harvey, I don't believe we have to think too hard about your offer. I have known you for years and I have always known you to be a fair man. I can assure you Clara and I will do our very best to keep the home in the best possible shape.”

After Leland left, Clara gave her husband a hug. “Are you sure Otto? I know how you feel about this old house with the leaky roof. Do you think you will be able to leave it for a fancy place in town?”

“Clara, we have lived in this old place since the day we were married. You have never complained when you had to come home to this shack after spending the day cleaning the house that you loved. I think it's time you had a nice warm home where you didn't have to hear the sound of rain dripping through the rafters.”

The rain had let up and the stars were beginning to shine brightly as Leland wended his way home. His horse seemed to have a mind of its own as he slowly approached the Merryweather mansion. “As long as we are here Festus we might as well stop in to see how Miss Millie is doing this evening,” said Leland as he guided his horse up the path.

He knocked on the door and James Robinson answered it.

“Uncle Leland, how nice to see you this evening. Aunt Millie was hoping you would stop by.”

“James, don't reveal all my secrets. Good evening Leland. The boy is right. I was hoping to see you tonight. I think we have some celebrating to do. James, bring out the champagne.”

Leland was happy he stopped by here instead of going directly to his big lonely house. He told everyone about his plans for the house. James' ears perked up when Leland explained the rooms would be available to young nurses from out of town.

“When's the wedding?” said Leo as his wife tried to hush him.

“It can't be too soon for me,” said Leland. “What do you say we visit with Vicar Will in the morning.”

“I say yes. I can't wait to be Mrs. Leland Harvey. I wonder if the vicar has any plans for day after tomorrow. I believe my brother will be in town and I would love to have him at the wedding.”

Ernie Black was taking his last bite of a corned beef sandwich and washing it down with his favorite draft when he looked out the window of O'Sullivan's Pub and saw the beautiful redhead he noticed earlier in the day. She was with Oscar and Nettie Crowley and they were headed this way.

Oscar opened the door for the ladies and in they walked. Beverly noticed Ernie at a booth seated all by himself.

“How well do you know Ernie Black, Nettie? I wonder if he would like some company at his booth.”

Oscar spoke up. “As a matter of fact I did want to speak to Ernie about a small project at the office. Shall we join him?”

“Since when do you go to Reggie's foreman about a project?” said Nettie.

“Since I am looking out for your friend's interests,” he laughed.

“I always knew you were a romantic, Oscar.”

“Hello Ernie, may we join you? I have a little project I need some advice with. Oh, by the way, may I introduce Miss Beverly Mills. Beverly is going to have a staring role in our production of Hannah's Treasure. You've heard about that, I'm sure.”

Ernie could barely find his voice. “Yes sir. I believe we are going to be building some sets for the play. It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.”

“Please call me Beverly and the pleasure is all mine. Tell me Mr. Ernie Black, is there a Mrs. Ernie Black?” Beverly knew there wasn't but thought it might speed up the process a bit. She liked to put her cards on the table. She didn't know how long she would be staying in Camden Corners and didn't want to waste any time on the preliminaries of getting to know Mr. Black.

“Only my maw,” said Ernie. “I was named after my paw.”

“Well, how nice. Now, what do you suggest I order this evening? I am ever so hungry.” Beverly batted her eyes at Ernie and Oscar was afraid the poor boy was going to choke on his beer.

“Beverly, behave yourself.” Nettie admonished. “Ernie, you will have to forgive Beverly. She has a flair for the dramatic. That's why we asked her to come to town to perform in our play.”

“Yes, and rehearsal begins in the morning. Will you be there tomorrow working on the sets, Ernie?”

“I might drop by during my lunch break. Maybe I'll see you then. Now if you will excuse me, I'd better get back to the boarding house. Oscar you wanted to speak to me about a project.”

“It can wait Ernie, you get going. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you sir and you do the same. Miss Mills, I hope to run into you again. Good night, Miss Nettie.”

“Beverly, I think you shocked that poor boy. Ernie is a nice young man please don't hurt him.”

“Oh Miss Nettie, I don't intend to hurt him. It isn't going to be easy but I do believe there will be a Mrs. Ernie Black, Jr. one of these days and I know just the person who would be perfect for the part.”

“All I can say is,” said Oscar, “I'm very happy you are staying with us and not the Wharton Boarding House. Martha Wharton's establishment would never be the same if you and Ernie were both living there at the same time.” He laughed and ordered himself a Reuben with extra sauerkraut. He would be sorry later in the evening but for right now it sounded especially good.

Ernie was whistling as he walked to Wharton's and the quiet of his room. The words Mrs. Ernie Black kept going through his mind. Mrs. Ernie Black...Beverly Black. He liked the sound of that even better.

This Apple Fell Far From the Tree

 

This Apple Fell Far From the Tree

Ellingsworth Murphy had to admit his son, Grady knew just what to do with that old bag, Maybeth. She was starting to get on his nerves. Maybe he'd slipped her a little too much Laudanum. He was getting a little careless with his measurements lately. He was tired of waiting for the drug to take effect on these old women. Most of them imbibed in a good amount of sherry throughout the day and he figured they needed that extra little push to make them pliable enough to be manipulated easily. His latest victim was not accustomed to alcohol in any form and the drug must have affected her more quickly than his previous experiences.

Maybeth was being hauled out of the room when he looked up and saw that country bumpkin Doc McMillan looking down at him.

“Doctor Murphy, I don't know what you gave Mrs. DuBois but I would guess if I called the sheriff over here he would find Laudanum in your pocket. I will not further ruin your son's wedding reception by causing a scene. I would strongly suggest you bid farewell to your son and find your way out of town before I change my mind. You are a disgrace to the medical profession sir.”

“I will gladly leave this hick town Doctor. Whatever that old bat ingested, it was all her doing. I was trying to keep her company as she was being ignored by that cousin of hers. I'm sure I saw her empty her flask of spirits into her punch glass so don't go blaming me for the old drunk's behavior.”

Doc's face was turning red as Grady approached. “Your train is at the station, Father. I'll walk you over to it. Thank you for coming to the wedding. I'm sorry you couldn't stay longer. Let's go” Grady grabbed his father's arm and guided him out the door. He was back in time to cut the cake with his bride.

As much as Grady tried to hide it, Elizabeth could see the worry lines on Grady's forehead. She loved this man so much and couldn't understand how he could be so unlike the man who was responsible for his birth. Her question was answered when she looked at Grady's beaming face. He had spotted an older couple standing in the doorway. He grabbed Elizabeth's hand and rushed to the man and woman embracing them both in a big bear hug.

“Miss Addie, Mr. Leo. I can't believe you are here.”

“Oh Grady darlin', we came as soon as we could get here. We couldn't miss seeing our boy as a married man and meeting his beautiful wife,” Addie said as she threw her arms around Elizabeth.

“I'm so pleased to meet both of you. Grady has spoken of you so often.” It was true, Grady had spoken of the older couple who had cared for him as long as he could remember. His father was so rarely at home and Addie and Leo were the only family Grady had ever known. He had talked about them moving to Camden Corners after he was settled in town but they were set in their ways and didn't think they wanted to leave New York City. Addie was a cook and Leo a handyman for a family on Fifth Avenue. They had their own small room in the basement of the house and were content as long as they had each other and knew that Grady was happy in his new life.

Grady introduced the Schmidts to the other guests. Before long Addie and Alma Tanner were discussing how to best roast a chicken and Leo was accepting an invitation from Oscar and Chris Pringle to try out ice fishing on Camden Lake. Elizabeth noticed the worry lines had disappeared on her new husband's forehead. She marveled at the difference between his father and these two people who obviously meant the world to him.

Maybeth woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and vague thoughts of what transpired the evening before. She was mortified. What in the world had gotten into her. The last she remembered, that handsome Dr. Murphy had told her about a miracle medicine he had that would help her lumbago. It must have worked because her back wasn't bothering her in the least. If it weren't for a groggy head, she would feel just fine.

“Good morning Maybeth” said her cousin as she entered the bedroom carrying a pot of tea and some buttered biscuits. “How are you feeling this morning, dear? You gave us all quite a scare.”

“What on earth happened to me? I remember enjoying myself immensely with Dr. Murphy and then nothing until I looked up and saw young Dr. Murphy hovering over me.”

“Cousin, I'm afraid you were given something called Laudanum”

“What in the world is Laudanum?”

“I'm afraid it is a combination of opium and alcohol.” Millicent whispered quietly.

“Alcohol! On no, how on earth will I ever face anyone after I have ingested alcohol? I must resign my position with the Women's Christian Temperance Union immediately. Oh Millicent, what am I to do?”

“Now cousin, it wasn't exactly your fault, you were duped by the elder Dr. Murphy. I didn't like that man the minute I met him.”

The maid tapped on the door. “Excuse me ma'am, Dr. Grady Murphy is here to see Mrs. DuBois.”

Millicent welcomed Grady. “You are on your honeymoon Grady, you shouldn't be here today of all days.”

“Elizabeth understands, she is waiting in the carriage for me. I wanted to make sure Mrs. DuBois was recovered from her bout last evening. How are you feeling this morning?” Grady asked as he listened to her heart.

“I'll be just fine if I can ever forgive myself for imbibing in spirits. I'm so terribly ashamed Doctor Murphy.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, now tell me, how did my father persuade you to sip the Laudanum?”

“He said it would help my Lumbago. Oh my goodness Doctor, my back feels perfectly fine. Better than it has in years. Maybe he did have the cure for my pain after all.”

“Now Mrs. DuBois, it wasn't the Laudanum that cured your back pain, I would venture a guess that it was the dancing you did. Your body has reacted positively to exercise. You will have to be sure to do more of it in the future and your back will give you much less trouble.”

“I believe you are right Dr. Murphy. Now you go to your bride. I want to hear from Millicent very soon that you and Elizabeth have started your family.”

Grady chuckled as he left the ladies to join Elizabeth and start working on that task.

“What a wonderful young man Dr. Murphy is. He has given me cause to think, cousin. I do believe I will take my leave and return home. I am resigning my position in the WCTU. I still don't believe alcohol should be used on a regular basis but I did so enjoy myself for a time last evening. I never mentioned this but Mayor Russell has asked me to join him at the annual policeman's ball. I'm thinking I might just accept his invitation. I know he enjoys a glass of port from time to time. I can't see any reason not to join him.”

“Maybeth, that is a wonderful idea. I will miss you terribly but I'm sure the mayor will enjoy your company. I want to hear all about the ball and the mayor.”

One month later Millicent received an invitation in the mail. His Honor Mayor Lindsey P. Russell and Mrs. Maybeth Merryweather DuBois cordially invite you to attend their nuptials on the Fifteenth day of April in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred Four. Millicent silently thanked that rascal Dr. Ellingsworth Murphy. He had no idea what he started when he slipped Maybeth her first taste of alcohol.

Addie and Leo Schmidt woke up in their comfortable bed in Mrs. Wharton's boarding house.

“Leo, I do like it here in Camden Corners. I never thought I'd be happy in a small town but the people have been so friendly and kind I hate to think of leaving this afternoon. It has been so pleasant being with our dear Grady and Elizabeth for this short visit. I don't want it to come to an end.”

“I feel the same way Addie. I have been awake for the last hour trying to think of a way we would be able to stay here instead of going back to New York but I don't see how we can leave our employment for another two or three years.”

There was a soft knock on the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt, are you awake?” Leo recognized the voice of Mrs. Wharton. “I don't like to disturb you but a telegram was just delivered from New York City and I thought it best to get it to you right away. I'll just slip it under the door.”

Leo got up out of the warm bed and picked up the telegram. He knew it couldn't be good news and braced himself before he opened it and read that his employers had decided to keep their temporary replacements on permanently and the Schmidt's services were no longer required.

“Addie, I do believe our wish has come true. We will be staying here in Camden Corners. I'm not sure where we will live but the Lord has always come through for us and I suspect He will again. We'd best get dressed and have a talk with Mrs. Wharton. We won't be able to stay here any longer. We will have to be careful with the little money we have.”

The couple talked with Mrs. Wharton. She was sympathetic and asked the Schmidts to stay on at the boarding house. “I don't expect any boarders at this time of year. Leo, you can help me with chores around the house and Addie, I would love your help in the kitchen.” The Schmidts knew Mrs. Wharton wasn't in need of any extra help and appreciated her kind offer. Maybe they could forget their pride for a few days until they could think of another solution. They both hugged Mrs. Wharton who sincerely didn't want this lovely couple to leave Camden Corners.

Word spread fast through the community that the Schmidts were out of work. The privacy of Mrs. Wharton's boarders was not high on her list. Millicent Merryweather Stout had met the couple at Grady and Elizabeth's wedding before her cousin's medical emergency. She liked them immediately. The couple who had been employed by Millicent had recently retired and moved to Greensboro to live with their son and his family. The night of the wedding she was tempted to ask the Schmidts if they would ever consider moving to Camden Corners and if they did, she would be interested in employing them. She donned her heavy coat and hat and set out for the Wharton House.

Mrs. Wharton knew if she told the right people, the Schmidts wouldn't be unemployed for long and as she expected, Millicent Stout would be first in line for their services. Before the end of the day Addie and Leo Schmidt had moved their meager belongings into the second floor of the Merryweather Stout mansion. Millicent wouldn't hear of them residing in the damp basement. She had plenty of room on the upper floor of the big sprawling house. Addie and Leo pinched themselves. Not only did they have a big beautiful bedroom with a huge bed and fireplace, they had their own bathroom and sitting room. Millicent would become much more than an employer to the couple. She would become their friends. “Wait until Grady hears of our new positions and that we are the newest members of the Camden Corners community.

Let It Snow

 

Let it Snow

Oscar was the first to wake up in the cabin that cold January day. The unusually warm weather was forgotten as he piled logs on the fire. One by one the men all came down the stairs wearing their warm woolen sweaters and trousers. They were happy their womenfolk had prepared for a change in the weather and thought to pack the heavier clothes. Alma warned Melvin that he might need some warm clothes and he was happy he listened to her.

Chris made one pot of coffee and was getting ready to pump more water for a second pot when the women all came down the cedar stairs bundled to their chins in blankets. The fire was starting to warm the downstairs much to the relief of Nettie who was beginning to wonder if it was such a good idea to plan this little excursion in the middle of January.

“Good morning ladies” called out Oscar “Good thing you brought as much food as you did. It looks like we may be here for another day or two.”

“Thank heaven for indoor plumbing” cried Nettie

Ethel was glad she thought of bringing fresh eggs and ham with her just in case they had to stay the night. She started cooking those while Priscilla and Alma prepared the biscuits. Nettie squeezed the oranges for juice and Anna shredded and fried the potatoes.

After the hardy breakfast everyone pitched in to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. The men ventured outside to clear the walk to and from the wood pile. The woman set up folding tables to put together a couple of jigsaw puzzles the former owners left behind.

“Ethel, tell the others the story of how you and Jonas got together.” said Nettie as the fellows were walking in carrying the logs.

“Don't start without us” Chis said “We want to hear it too.”

Once everyone was seated around the tables and turning puzzle pieces upright, Ethel began.

“My mother gave piano lessons to the neighborhood children. She loved playing and since her daughter was completely lacking in musical ability, she decided she would teach other children to play. I can remember the sound of the scales in my head. Thank goodness she only taught three days a week. I had seen Jonas at school of course, but he sat in the back of the room during school and was always playing ball or climbing trees with the other boys while the girls played hopscotch and jacks on the opposite side of the building.

On a Wednesday in May, Mama mentioned she was going to have a new student, his name was Jonas Fulbright and he was in my class. I groaned thinking how often Mama had the new students practice the scales. Since it was a nice spring day, I would just go outside and maybe finish my school work later that evening. Jonas knocked on the door and I answered it. He had a scowl on his face. He grumbled hello. Mama knew right away that piano lessons were not what this boy wanted. She was sure it was his mama's idea and not his. Further down the street I could hear the other boys taunting Jonas saying the piano was for girls. I found myself feeling sorry for this boy who so obviously wanted to be anywhere but in my family's parlor learning to play the piano. I marched down the street and in the harshest voice I could muster told the boys to be quiet. There were more famous men who played the piano than there were ladies. Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart were all I could think of at that moment. My disapproval fell on deaf ears and the boys just continued to make fun of Jonas until they heard the music coming from our parlor. We all walked toward the house and couldn't believe our ears. Jonas was playing America the Beautiful. I could hear mother asking where he had learned to play like that. He told her there was a piano at his grandmother's house and she showed him how to play but he couldn't learn the notes. He just liked to play the piano. He didn't want to learn how. Mama said he was playing by ear and that was a special talent but he would be able to play more music if he would learn to read the notes. It was always hard for anyone to say no to Mama and Jonas was no exception.

The boys didn't tease Jonas so much after that. In fact they use to hang around our parlor window on Wednesday afternoons waiting for Jonas to play a song or two. Jonas eventually did learn to read music but he still depends on his ears for most of his playing.

Except for those Wednesday afternoons Jonas pretty much ignored me. I was developing a crush on him and was rather impatient waiting for him to look in my direction. I remember Mama telling me that it sometimes took a little longer for boys to be attracted to young ladies. I also remember the day that Jonas finally took notice of a female. It was the day the mayor's niece rode into town in the fanciest carriage I had ever seen. Miss Hattie Mae Worthington stepped from that carriage with her red hair flowing. She looked like a princess. I glanced at Jonas and his chums and they were all staring at this beauty with their mouths hanging open. My daydreams of walking hand in hand with Jonas were shattered. I looked down at my scuffed shoes and my hand me down dress that even I had outgrown. I put my hand to my mousy brown pigtails and knew I looked as frumpy as I felt.”

Jonas chuckled “Yes, that Hattie Mae was a fine looking young lady. I don't think my mouth was hanging open though Ethel and if it was it was because of the fancy carriage she arrived in.” He winked at his cronies. “You have to realize, this was Greensboro in the 1840s. I was just a farm boy who spent most of his summer days milking cows and tending crops. We didn't have many visitors to Greensboro and none that looked like Miss Hattie Mae Worthington. Ethel tells you I ignored her that summer. That wasn't true. I thought she was a pretty little thing but I couldn't get myself to talk to her. I was much more comfortable playing the piano and she didn't know it but I hated those lessons every Wednesday and only agreed to sit through them because I knew Ethel would be sitting at the parlor window. Hattie Mae's grandpappy asked me to accompany her on the piano at a fancy dinner he was giving for some of the other mayors in the county. He arranged for his tailor to make me a suit as the one I wore to church on Sunday wasn't up to snuff as he put it. Ethel's mama taught me enough about reading notes that I was able to learn the songs with the sheet music Hattie Mae brought with her. I hadn't practiced with Hattie Mae until the afternoon of the dinner. I was in for quite the surprise. Hattie Mae's voice was like a wounded cat caught in a prickly pine tree. Even the mayor was holding his hands over his ears. Hattie Mae was a very beautiful young lady until her grandfather told her she couldn't sing at the dinner that evening. I had never seen a female with such strength. She started picking up glasses that had just been placed on the tables and throwing them against the wall. She was screaming at the top of her lungs until two of the mayor's aides carried her out of the room kicking and bellowing. The dinner went on as planned except I was the only musical accompaniment. It was my first and last public appearance. From that moment on I only played for pleasure.”

Alma said “We all know you eventually revealed your true feelings to each other because otherwise you wouldn't be here with us now. How did that all happen?”

Ethel spoke up, “Thanks to Nettie we finally were forced to open our hearts to each other. It was the first week of school. We were all sitting around the lunch table when Nettie asked Jonas if he had asked me to go to the harvest dance with him. I was so embarrassed I was tempted to hide under the table. Jonas looked dumfounded and finally said he didn't know if I would go with him if he did ask. Nettie said she was pretty sure I would. Come to think of it, I'm not sure he ever did ask me but we did go to the dance together. After that he came to the house after his chores every morning to walk me to school. I don't know when we got over being shy with each other but eventually we did.”

Nettie said “I wonder what ever happened to Hattie Mae? I don't remember ever seeing her again in Greensboro.”

Melvin spoke up. “I believe she married one of the professors at the university. I do remember going to a soiree given by this fellow and his wife Hattie Mae. She was the entertainment and your description of her singing was accurate. I remember Professor Danforth smiled through the performance. I later learned the man is hard of hearing and he'd turned his hearing device off. After that experience, anytime I received an invitation to any gathering at the Danforth residence, I always regretfully declined.”

“Now it's your turn Priscilla and Chris. Tell us the story of your meeting and marriage.”

Priscilla answered “There really isn't much to tell. Christopher was the only child of Nicholas and Belle Pringle and my folks were Noel and Eve Claus. As you can imagine by the sound of their names, our families loved Christmas and that love was passed down to us. I don't remember a time when I didn't love Chris. He was always so jolly no matter what was happening around him. We never thought twice about getting married it seemed the natural thing to do.”

“Priscilla is correct. There was never anyone else for me either. Our only regret is that we were never blessed with children of our own.”

Alma said “Oh you two are loved by all of the children of Camden Corners. I know they love visiting your Christmas shop even in the heat of the summer. Our boys, Butch and Billy cherish the ornaments you made for them this year, Priscilla. This was their first Christmas with a family and those ornaments made it even more special for them. I know Butch keeps his on the nightstand by his bed. I have seen Billy admiring his ornament when he thinks no one is looking.”

Nettie said “I know what you mean about not being blessed with children of your own. I was lucky enough to teach school for many years and my students were always very special to me. I loved it when they had grown and brought their own children into my classroom. Of course, there is Polly. Even though she had only been with us for a short time she quickly became a daughter to me.”

“How are Polly's brothers and sisters, have you heard Nettie? It was so good to see them sitting so proudly at Polly's wedding. The Prestons did a wonderful thing by making sure Polly's family was represented on such an important day for her.”

“Yes, they are doing very well living with Arthur and Gladys. Arthur has already begun building an addition to the house to allow for extra bedrooms for their expanded family. Oscar was there just the other day checking on Alice Cooper and the children. Alice is still insisting Marlin needs her to be near him. She never even asks about her children. I know she has been told they are not in the old house any longer but she doesn't seem to care. I'm afraid she will never be the same. Marlin was taken to the hospital last week. The doctors aren't sure what is wrong with him but he is a very sick man. I think the hospital has taken pity on Alice and she is allowed to sit with Marlin for a few hours a day. It's a rather tricky situation. Nobody wants to take the children away from Alice but she is incapable of caring for them now and they are living a normal life with the Prestons. While I was there, Danny Mackenzie was calling on Gretchen.”

The men ventured outside and thought the roads looked clear enough to travel. They thought it might be best to start for Camden Corners in case the weather took a turn for the worse.

Everything was packed up, the fire in the fire place was out and everything shut down until the next visit.

The Crowley's and their friends were sorry to see their visit to the cabin come to an end. Everyone had enjoyed their get together. There was a knock on the door. Oscar opened it and saw Greensboro's Sheriff Eb Daniels standing there.

“Eb, what are you doing in these parts?”

“I'm sorry Oscar. I'm doing my duty as sheriff of Greensboro. At times I really don't like this job and this is one of those times. Oscar Crowley, you are under arrest for the murder of Marlin Cooper.”

It Was a Very Good Year

It was a Very Good Year

Polly Cooper was giddy with excitement, tomorrow she would be Mrs. Randolph Burke. She picked up Faith and held her tight. She tried not to think about what could have happened if her father had sent Faith to an orphanage as he planned. Polly gave birth to Faith and escaped her Aunt's house coming directly to Camden Corners where her life had been transformed thanks to Nettie Crowley and Randy Burke.

Faith was a happy toddler who gave kisses and hugs to everyone she knew. They would miss living with Nettie and Oscar. Polly was studying to be a teacher. Randy thought she would make an excellent teacher and encouraged her to continue her studies after they were married. She planned to do that but her first priority was going to be wife and mother. She knew she would never be like her mama who was browbeaten by her husband. Nettie told her not to be too judgmental towards her mother. She didn't know the background of her relationship with Polly's father but Nettie knew first hand what a nasty man Marlin Cooper could be. She didn't know Alice well but she suspected she may have been intimidated into marrying the man.

Polly chased away those unhappy thoughts and danced around the room with the giggling little girl. “We're getting married tomorrow Faith.”

Nettie knocked on the door. “Sounds like there are two happy ladies in here” she said.

“Oh Nettie, I am so happy I have to pinch myself but we are going to miss you so.”

Nettie's eyes filled up. “You will be living close by and I'm grateful for that but it won't be the same. This is the way it should be though and I couldn't be happier for my two girls. Randy Burke was made to order for you and you for him.”

Polly hugged Nettie who was like a mother to her. “Guess we'd better get going Faith. We have to get to the church to decorate for our wedding reception.” she turned to Nettie “I think half the town will be there this morning. The Burkes have a big family and wherever there's a Burke there is always a Mackenzie close by.”

Nettie offered to watch over Faith while Polly went to the church to arrange the decorations. She was surprised when she arrived there and most of the work was done. It looked beautiful with all the shimmering lights and silver and gold decorations.

“Polly dear, I hope you don't mind that we did all this” said her soon to be mother-in-law, Nadine. We didn't mean to take over but we started and there are so many of us before we knew it we were done.”

“Mind? I love it.” Polly hugged her and went around the room embracing everyone in the room. She was going to like her new family very much. Being the oldest in her family it was Polly who had to do all the planning for any occasion. Her mother was always too busy or too tired to even hang a streamer on the door when it was one of the children's birthdays. Polly had to chase those feelings away. As much as she would like to have her brothers and sisters at the wedding it wasn't going to happen and she had to stop thinking about it.

Randy Burke was becoming an expert with the printing press. He and Josie were able to put out the Chronicle three times a week now. Josie was a natural journalist. She was able to make the ordinary seem unusual and the unusual seem extraordinary. She was up on all the the current events and made sure her readers were well informed. She was able to voice her opinion in her editorials without infuriating anyone. The size of the paper was expanding into two pages thanks to all the advertisement. The businesses around town were anxious to have their ads in the paper and business in Camden Corners was booming.

Arthur Preston of the Greensboro News would drop by occasionally to see if Randy needed any help. Randy had been a quick study and was almost as adept at running the machine as Arthur was. Arthur enjoyed visiting the Chronicle office. Today he was listening to Randy talk about his upcoming wedding. Arthur remembered Polly from Greensboro. She was a lovely young woman which was hard to believe considering the family who raised her. The last he heard Marlin Cooper was in jail for assaulting the bartender at a sleazy tavern just outside of town. Mrs. Cooper spent her days waiting to see her husband and leaving her children to fend for themselves. The children all went to school and were always clean although their clothes were ill fitting and tattered. Arthur's wife suspected the other children at school teased them and it was the older children that made sure the younger ones were clean. There wasn't much they could do about their torn clothing but it was always clean too. Arthur innocently asked if the Coopers would be at the wedding. Kenny told him of the estrangement.

Arthur returned to Greensboro. He and his wife Gladys thought they should do something to rectify the situation. They knew Polly well enough to know she would want to have some of her family at her wedding. Arthur knew the two oldest boys as they delivered papers for the News. Gladys knew all the children as she volunteered in the school cafeteria three days a week. They had a plan. With Mrs. Cooper gone most of the day she wouldn't have to know about their plans until after they had everything in motion.

That very afternoon, Arthur and Gladys rode to the house in the country that the Cooper family called home. The oldest girl, Gretchen opened the door.

“Hello Gretchen, Mr. Preston and I have come to let you know that your sister Polly is getting married tomorrow. Would you and your brothers and sisters like to go to the wedding with us. I'm sure it would make Polly very happy if you were there for her.”

Gretchen's eyes were like saucers. “Polly is getting married? Papa said she was soiled and nobody would ever marry her.”

“Your Papa was mistaken” Gladys said with a shudder “Polly is marrying a wonderful young man named Randy Burke. He loves your sister and little Faith very much and they love him too. Would you like to go to the wedding?”

“Papa says we can never see Polly again.” By then the other children were also standing at the doorway.

Ginny, the youngest girl called out. “I want to see Polly get married. Can we Gretchen, please?”

The other children joined in.

“Papa isn't here, he doesn't have to know.”

“Yes, let's go Gretchen. We haven't seen Polly in ever so long.”

“I want to see Polly's baby.”

Gretchen knew she was making a mistake but she missed her sister too and was about to say they could go but then looked down at her torn dress.

“We can't go in these clothes. It would embarrass Polly if we showed up in these old torn dresses and shirts. Ginny doesn't even have a pair of shoes that don't have holes in the bottom from being worn by each of us girls. Thanks Mrs. Preston but we won't be able to go”

“Nonsense. If it's only clothes and shoes we can fix that this afternoon. What time does your mama come home today?” Gladys was having to think fast because she knew Mrs. Cooper would never let the children go to the wedding.

“Mama won't be home until Papa gets out of jail on Tuesday. She said he wanted her to stay at the jailhouse with him.”

“Why?” Gladys found herself asking.

“Because he loves her so much he wants her to be near him even though he can't see her.”

Gladys couldn't understand where the woman's head was but now was not the time to figure it out. These children looked hungry and cold. She knew it would be a little crowded at their house tonight but she insisted they come home with her. She had a big pot of soup on the stove that should fill them up and then they were all going to go shopping. She knew Arthur would be in agreement without even asking.

The big day was finally here. New Year's Eve. Polly and Randy would start the new year as husband and wife. Polly wasn't nervous as she slipped into the beautiful pale yellow dress she would wear as she repeated her vows with the only man she had ever truly loved. Randy couldn't understand why she couldn't wear white like other brides but he liked the color yellow better anyway. Faith's little dress was made of the same pale yellow material as her mother's. Nettie, Emma, Lily and Ethel were all there to help her. For something old Nettie gave her a pendant to wear around her neck. Nettie's mother had worn the pendant on her own wedding day and Nettie also wore it the day she married Oscar. Emma gave her a blue hankie to carry. Lily let her borrow her small bible and Ethel placed a new hair clip in her hair.

All of Polly's friends had made her feel like a member of a family again. She was so grateful to them for making her almost forget her real family in Greensboro.

Randy was peeking into the crowd of people from the side of the altar when he saw Arthur and Gladys Preston being escorted down the aisle followed by several well dressed children. Randy knew right away who the children were. The tallest girl looked exactly like his soon to be wife. The children were all decked out in lovely new clothes and shoes. The littlest with a big bow in her hair. Everyone was sitting quietly when the organ music started and the procession of lovely bridesmaids started down the aisle.

Randy couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful bride. She was walking with Oscar Crowley and was smiling at him as she walked toward him. Just before she reached the altar she heard a little voice say “Hello Polly”

She turned around and saw her brothers and sisters sitting in the front pew and looking so beautiful and handsome. She went over to them and hugged each and every one.

“It's so good to see you but I think I'd better not keep these folks waiting any longer. They came here to see a wedding.

Vicar Will pronounced the couple husband and wife and introduced Mr. & Mrs. Randy Burke to the guests.

The new Mrs. Burke spent the next 30 minutes introducing her Greensboro family to her Camden Corners family. She was grateful to Gladys and Arthur Preston for what they had done for the children. She knew her father had not provided them with the clothes they were wearing.

Arthur and Gladys spoke briefly with Oscar about the circumstances they found the youngsters in. They wondered if there was a legal way they could take custody of the children. Oscar thought it was quite possible that Mrs. Cooper's mental state might be in question. He promised he would look into the matter.

The Cooper children had the most wonderful time at the reception. They were able to play with the other children there. Something they were never allowed to do at home. They all loved their little niece and their new brother-in-law. Ginny thought he was very handsome. Gretchen caught the eye of Danny Mackenzie. He asked if he could take her to a movie next week. She reluctantly turned him down. She knew her father would never let her go out with a boy. He told all his daughters that only evil comes from boys. “Just look at your sister,” he would say. Gretchen supposed he was talking about Faith but how could that dear little girl be evil. She was beginning to wonder if maybe her father might be the evil one.

The party was in full swing. Even the youngest were still awake waiting to see the new year in. All the older men synchronized their pocket watches and everyone started counting down

FIVE-FOUR-THREE-TWO-ONE

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

There was much optimism in the crowd that evening. Polly and Randy's lives together were just beginning. It wouldn't surprise anyone if by this time next year Faith had a little sister or brother.

Life was never going to be the same in the Cooper house outside of Greensboro. Gretchen changed her mind and accepted Danny Mackenzie's invitation to the movies and she didn't care whether her paw liked it or not.

Arthur Preston was already planning to give up his study to make it into a bedroom for the Cooper boys.

Oscar Crowley was discussing the custody of the Cooper children with his sons.

Several of ladies who were expecting babies were gathered in one little corner of the room discussing layettes and nursery colors. Julie Campbell joined them with a smile on her face. Her sister Josie was thrilled at the prospect of having a little niece or nephew.

Reggie and his father were giving their opinion of the wine that was being served at the reception until Lucinda and Anna interrupted them for a dance.

Nettie was holding a sleeping Faith as she looked around the room and wondered what lay ahead for the folks of Camden Corners in the new year. It would be a year filled with anticipation. The winery should be open for business soon and the first grapes will be ready for harvesting in the fall. The hospital will be up and running bringing many newcomers to Camden Corners. The Weston Camera Company is schedule to begin operation soon. What new surprises lay in store for her adopted little town? She hoped the good would outweigh the bad, the smiles would be plentiful and the frowns infrequent. She loved watching the happy expressions on the Cooper children's faces and knew their future was going to be brighter because they had won the hearts of the good folks of Camden Corners. Nettie looked up and saw Oscar smiling at her.

“Yes my dear, it's going to be another very good year.”