The
Rightful Owner
Angus
Keefe was determined to retrieve his family's silver chalice. After
receiving information from the conductor on the train from New York
City to his home in St. Louis, he was returning to the small town of
Camden Corners where the conductor believed the ruffian had jumped
from the train with Angus' satchel and chalice still in his grubby
little hand.
The
passenger car was empty and since there was no one around to be
bothered by the music Angus took out his clarinet and started
playing. Angus was a music teacher. He loved music and could play
any instrument but his favorite was the clarinet. He had dreamed of
performing on stage in all the great music halls in the world. The
truth was, he just wasn't good enough but he loved music and it
soothed him.
He
had just turned 27 that spring. He would like to settle down and
marry his sweetheart, Abigail Wentworth but she told him she
couldn't marry him until he got over his obsession with the Mount
Keefe silver chalice. For as long as he could remember, his father
and grandfather spoke of the chalice as though it were a living,
breathing thing. On his deathbed, his father made Angus promise he
would make the journey to Ireland, find the chalice and return it to
the Keefe family where it belonged. Angus was fulfilling that
promise until he foolishly sipped a bit too much port and allowed
that urchin to steal the heirloom right from under his nose.
Emma
and Lily were busy making plans for their double wedding ceremony and
hadn't thought too much about the silver chalice Emma stumbled over
in the sand. Emma ran into Sheriff Mendenhall on her way to Tempting
Treats Bakery to pick up some confections to serve with tea at the
antique shop and mentioned her find to him.
“I
haven't had the time to do the research on the cup, but I do believe
it may be very old and valuable to someone.” she told the sheriff.
“Couldn't
be too important to anyone if it was just dumped in the sand but I'll
nose around to see if I can locate it's owner.”
The
sheriff had heard about the upcoming marriages of the Crowley boys.
He knew old Oscar would be beaming. Those boys were his pride and
joy and it was obvious to everyone in town that they had found their
perfect mates.
“Goin'
to be a lot of celebrating in the next couple of weeks.” The
sheriff winked at Emma.
She
knew he was a tough old bird but he did have a soft spot for romance.
The
sheriff noticed a stranger over by the train station.
“Can
I help you find your way mister?” he asked a nervous looking Angus.
Angus noticed the gentleman walking toward him and was almost
blinded by the bright shiny sheriff's badge he wore on his chest.
“No
thank you sir. I'm headed to the boarding house down the road, but
thank you just the same.”
The
sheriff noted the stranger's odd behavior and made a mental note to
check on the fellow while he was in town.
After
Angus checked into the boarding house, he clutched his clarinet and
began to walk around town to see what he could find. It was a quiet
and comfortable town. He could picture himself sitting under that
big old maple tree with its colors beginning to turn with Abigail at
his side. He was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing
by taking the chalice from Father O'Connor's hands in the middle of
communion. Maybe the guilt was what made him drink too much port on
the train. He wasn't a violent man and wasn't even much of a
drinker. He had to be honest with himself, having that chalice
didn't give him the satisfaction he thought it would. In fact, he
was wishing he had never gone to Ireland and never taken the chalice
in the first place. All he wanted was to go back to St. Louis and
marry Abigail. He knew what he had to do. He had to find the
chalice and return it to the church where it was meant to be. Angus
always thought best when he was playing one of his beloved
instruments and began playing his clarinet.
Billy
and Butch were going from shop to shop in Camden Corners. Kate and
Will were outfitting each boy in their very own clothes. It was the
first time either boy had ever had shirts and pants that didn't
belong to someone else first. Their last stop was Floyd's Barber
Shop where Butch went first.
“What
handsome boys they are” Kate whispered to Will who was thinking the
same thing.
When
Butch was done he asked Kate if he could go out and walk around the
park.
“Don't
go too far dear, we don't want to lose you.”
Butch's
heart skipped a beat. Nobody had ever cared where he went or whether
they would ever see him again before.
Butch
walked across the street to the park and heard the most wonderful
sound. He had heard music before, there was always some kind of
music coming out of the taverns on the streets of New York but this
was different. He walked over to the man playing. It was quite some
time before Angus noticed he had an audience.
“Hello,
young man” he said “Do you play the clarinet?”
“No,
sir” replied Butch “I don't know how but I sure do like to hear
you play. How do you know how to do that.”
“It
takes a lot of practice but here, you try it.”
Angus
gave the boy some basic instructions. He had never seen anyone pick
up on it so quickly and he'd taught many students.
“I
think you are a natural son. Would your parents mind if I bought you
a clarinet of your own? I saw one in the window over there in that
antique shop that I think would be good for you to practice with.”
Strangers
never frightened Butch because he had lived on the streets for as
long as he could remember and everyone was a stranger. He followed
Angus to the antique shop.
Lily
thought it was odd that this man was buying young Butch an
instrument, but Butch seemed to be comfortable with him. She had
seen the family enter the barber shop a little while ago and thought
it best if she went to find Will and make sure it was alright with
him. Emma was standing close by and had the same fear as her friend.
Emma knew what Lily was thinking and said “Lily dear, let me take
over this sale, you don't want to be late for your appointment with
Floyd”. Lily rushed out the door. Angus was paying for the
clarinet when he happened to glance up on the shelf above Emma's head
and saw the chalice. He knew in an instant that it was the Mount
Keefe Chalice. He said in a much harsher manner than he intended
“Where did you get that chalice?”
Emma
with a bit of fear in her voice said she had found it in the sand on
the beach.
“It
isn't for sale sir, until we do some searching for it's rightful
owner.”
“I'm
its rightful owner” Angus said excitedly “It was stolen from me
while I was sleeping on the train to St. Louis. The thief was just a
young kid who was chased off the train in Camden Corners.”
Butch's
eyes were as big as saucers as he realized who this man was and that
he was thief he was talking about. He bolted from the shop and ran
smack into Will who still had the barber's towel wrapped around his
neck.
“Who
are you and what do you want with my son?” Will shouted.
Butch
was crying as Kate came around Will to hold him tightly. Between
sobs, Butch told them he had taken the man's satchel. He thought
maybe he had food in there but it was just a dumb old cup. He would
have given it back but the conductor came after them and he forgot to
let go of the satchel until he jumped off the train. He said he was
sorry and he would go back to New York but please keep Billy with
them. He's not a bad boy like I am.
Kate,
Emma and Lily were all in tears as they heard Butch's plea for his
friend.
Will
said “Butch, stealing is never the right thing to do but we are
your family now and families stick together.”
“But
you haven't adopted me yet and you don't have to” he whimpered.
“Son,
adoption is only a matter of signing some papers our hearts have
already adopted you and Billy. We love you and you will be our son
forever.”
Angus
could not imagine what transpired over just the last few days to make
this little ragamuffin a part of such a loving family. He would like
to know the story but first he had to make it clear that he meant
Butch no harm. He could tell Will was a reasonable man but he was
protecting his child from a stranger whose intentions he wasn't sure
of.
Angus
explained that he was a music teacher and he suspected Butch had a
natural musical talent that should be tapped. He had noticed the
clarinet in the window earlier and thought it would be a good place
to start. He then called Butch over because he wanted to clear the
air with him regarding the chalice. He told the story of his promise
to his father on his deathbed, his obsession with getting the chalice
and the wrong he had done in stealing it. He realized the obsession
that was passed down from generation to generation would have to stop
with him. He thanked Butch for making him see what a real family is
and he was going to sail back to Ireland to return the chalice to the
church.
Will
realized Angus was a good and decent man who never intended to hurt
Butch. He and Kate invited him to supper that evening.
After
the meal, they all gathered in the parlor. Kate played the piano,
Will strummed his guitar, Angus helped the quick learning Butch with
his clarinet and Billy sang his heart out even though it was just a
little off key. Alma looked on through the kitchen doorway. Her
heart burst with joy at the sight of this little family before her.
Angus
wrote often to Butch and he and his wife, Abigail visited Camden
Corners once a year after they were married. Each year they brought
another little Keefe with them until they had 8 children in all.
Angus returned the chalice to Father O'Connor and St. Patrick's
Church. Father refused to press charges against Angus. He thought
putting an end to the chalice obsession was the best solution. He
also thought the chalice should be on display rather than being used
for communion. Besides, the bishop made sure he had a more modern
chalice to use and it was much lighter and easier to handle than the
old one. Angus and Abigail visited St. Patrick's on their 25th
wedding anniversary and there in the vestibule was the chalice on its
pedestal with the inscription:
MOUNT KEEFE SILVER
CHALICE
Donated by: Liam
Shamus Keefe 1590
Donated by: Angus Liam
Keefe 1896
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