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Ernie Black walked to the Harvey house renovation site
with a bounce in his step. Reggie saw him from the front step.
“Ernie, I take it your engagement was a success last
night”
“Hello boss, you can say that again. Beverly is the
greatest. I haven't had that much fun in years. As a matter of fact
I have never had that much fun.”
The other fellows joked and teased him. Everyone liked
Ernie and they were glad he was coming out of his shell. They envied
him a little too. Beverly Mills was a quite the feather in Ernie's
cap.
Ernie was surprised when he looked up and saw Beverly
walking by on her way to rehearsal at the Opera House.
“Hi Ernie, I had a wonderful time last night. I hope
you will be coming by the Opera House on your lunch break. Nettie
packed a lunch for me and there is more than enough for two.”
Ernie didn't show any shyness at all as he walked
towards Beverly and whispered in her ear. She giggled and they
parted.
“Hi boys!” She yelled out to the men who were
staring at the twosome in disbelief. Was this Ernie Black, the man
who wouldn't even look in a woman's direction? They all patted him
on the back as he climbed the porch steps with a smile on his face.
Jack Mackenzie was busy putting the finishing touches on
the scenery backgrounds. His brother Mack was helping him with the
painting and was doing quite well. Mack enjoyed painting. He found
it relaxed him after a busy day at the Pub. He wasn't interested in
making it his profession like his brother but he did have talent.
Today was the first dress rehearsal. Betsy Wallace was
getting nervous that she would forget her lines.
“Beverly, I don't know why I ever agreed to do this.
Sarah has written a beautiful play and I will just ruin the part of
Hannah if I look out into that crowd and freeze. Have you ever felt
like this?”
“Every time I step out on that stage. Pick out
someone in the audience that you know and just play to that one
person. I'd say play to that cute Charlie Wentworth but since he is
my hateful, nasty husband, I guess that won't be possible. I have
never seen such a nice fellow portray a devil so well.”
“Max told him to think of his father's business
associates and act like them. From that moment on he had the part
down pat. Thanks for the advice, I will find my Grandmother, Bess.
She will think I'm wonderful even if I do forget my lines. How was
your dinner with Ernie last night?”
“Ernie is the greatest. I can't believe the change in
him. Maria Marino asked me to sing and it turns out Ernie knows how
to play the piano. He played and I sang. We were quite the duo.
After dinner we walked by the lake and he kissed me.” She
whispered. “He'll be stopping by for lunch. I just saw him on my
way here and I miss him already. I know I sound like a silly
schoolgirl but I have never felt this way before.”
“Oh Beverly, I think it's wonderful. Isn't it grand
to be in love?”
“Yes it is.” Charlie said as he came up behind
Betsy. “How are you doing this morning? Still nervous?
“Not so much anymore. Beverly gave me a hint about
the crowd. I'll pretend Grandma Bess is the only person in the
audience and I won't be so nervous.”
“That's not such a bad idea. I think I'll look for
Grandpa Wally.
Grandma Bess and Grandpa Wally had a farm outside of
town. Charlie, who initially called himself Charlie Brent went to
work for them as a farmhand. Although Charlie was a good worker,
Wally knew he had never worked on a farm before. The truth was he
had escaped his father's wrath after he told him he refused to take
over the family business and marry the daughter of an influential
client who he couldn't stand. Charlie wanted to be a writer. Betsy
had her suspicions about the farmhand and had her friend, Max
Harcourt check into his background. His true identity was discovered
but not before a near fatal accident left him unconscious. His
father came to realize that his son deserved to make his own
decisions about his future and they reconciled. Betsy and Charlie
fell in love and planned to be married in the summer.
Josie Blackburn, founder of the Camden Corners Chronicle
and her assistant, Randy Burke had printed playbills, programs and
tickets for the play. They had printed enough tickets to fill the
auditorium and all the shop owners had been given a supply. It was
discovered first thing that morning that the tickets were gone and
the play had been sold out.
“Max, I have good news and bad news,” Josie told
him after arriving at the Opera House. “The good news is we have
sold out for the performance. The bad news is we have sold out for
the performance.”
Max called all of the actors and stage hands together
and told them of the dilemma. “If I can clear it with the Opera
House owner, would everybody be willing to put on another performance
or two? Looks like we are a hit before we even start.”
Everyone was agreeable to the change and excitement was
mounting.
“Go ahead Josie, print up more tickets. Thanks for
advertising our play so well.”
“It's my pleasure. I want this little one to have the
benefit of listening to Miss Isabelle read stories one day. She
patted her tummy.”
The dress rehearsal went well and Max got the OK to use
the Opera House for as long as he needed it. The theater critics he
had invited had accepted his invitation. He hadn't told anyone that
they would be in the audience including Sarah. He knew it would make
her even more anxious than she was already.
The day of the opening was a bustle of activity.
Everyone in town was anxious to lend a hand. The ticket sales had
been overwhelming. The play was now scheduled for three performances
and those tickets were close to selling out. Each train pulling into
the station that day had passengers disembarking in Camden Corners.
The shops were filled with customers. Diana Taylor had to close the
bakery before two in the afternoon because she ran out of small cakes
and cookies. Maddie and her mother had a difficult time keeping up
with the customers and called in as many of the Burke and Mackenzie
children they could find to help out in the candy shop. Both antique
shops were popular stops and Pringles Christmas Shop had never sold
as many yuletide ornaments in the spring before. The Trattoria and
Pub had customers waiting outside for tables until after 7:00 in the
evening. Carriages and automobiles lined the streets. Residents
opened their homes to strangers so they would have a place to sleep.
The ski lodge had been closed for two months but opened its doors to
visitors.
The play began right on schedule at 8:00 sharp. The
performance was flawless. Max had insisted on rehearsal after
rehearsal and his diligence paid off. Max tried to catch the
expression on the faces of the critics he had invited. They never
showed any reaction but the audience did. He could hear people
crying softly during the tender and sensitive scenes and laughing
when the scenes were lighthearted and funny. The curtain came down
for intermission and everyone was raving about the play. They were
all anxious to get back to their seats for the second half and as the
curtain rose, there was silent anticipation.
All
too soon the final curtain fell. Everyone stood, clapping and
shouting BRAVO and
ENCORE. Ernie
counted 12 curtain calls.
“Not too bad for an amateur production,” he said to
Reggie.
The critics came backstage after the crowd began to
depart. They all shook Max's hand and thanked him for the
invitation. Beverly recognized one of the gentleman and knew
immediately what they were there for. She winked at Max and kept his
secret.
Helene walked home with Millie and Leland. Neville
would be attending the play the next day with his son and daughters.
He had shared Hermione's revelations about Prudence with Millie.
“I don't see any reason why you want to wait for six
months before you and Helene marry. You should have married years
ago. Neville, nobody will think any less of you if you get on with
your life. It's no secret how Prudence died.”
“Millicent, I must follow my conscience in this
matter. Helene understands and agrees with me. We will see each
other as we have since she came to Camden Corners. I'll be living at
Mrs. Wharton's until I can arrange to have a house built for our
family. We will marry no sooner than September and that is final.”
“I
will plan the wedding for September 1st.
We will make it a formal affair maybe rent out the winery, it will
be lovely in the late summer with the grapevines almost ready for
harvest.”
“You will do no such thing. Helene and I will plan
our own wedding. Under the circumstances I think being married in
Vicar Will's office with our family and a few friends present will be
the appropriate thing to do.”
“I don't like it but I won't argue with you. At least
you have come to your senses and stopped blaming yourself for
Prudence's death.”
Helene was quiet on the walk home.
“Is everything alright Helene? You haven't said a word
since we left the theater.”
“Oh, I'm sorry Millie. I was so moved by Sarah's play
tonight. I read her book when I first came to Camden Corners. I
know how the true story ended and it makes me very sad. I must
admit, I'm glad she made the ending a happier one. She is so
talented. In fact, everyone performed their parts beautifully.
Betsy Wallace is such a sweet girl. I know her from the library.
She and Charlie Wentworth make a nice couple. I hope James can find
someone special someday. I guess I'm just feeling a bit melancholy
because of the play.”
“It probably doesn't help that my brother is keeping
his distance. He doesn't owe that woman anything. I'm sorry, I
shouldn't speak ill of the dead but it upsets me that she still has
power over him even from the grave.”
“I agree with Neville, Millie. We can't disrespect
the memory of the mother of his daughters. I know Neville loves me.
I never thought we would be together and now I can see a future for
us. September isn't that far away. I can wait and I hope you can
too.”
At that moment Neville was looking at a calendar.
September was so very far away. Maybe he was too hasty when he
suggested six months. He missed Helene.
“Mrs. Wharton, I'm stepping out for a while. I'm
anxious to see how my sister enjoyed the play this evening.”
“Have nice visit with Millie and say hello to Helene
for me.” Martha Wharton said with a chuckle in her voice.
Neville was embarrassed but it didn't stop him from
walking up the hill to the old Merryweather mansion.
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