Storytime with Miss Isabelle

Storytime with Miss Isabelle

Isabelle Burke had been the story lady at the Camden Corners Public Library for as long as anyone could remember. Every Wednesday afternoon for the last 50 years, the children would gather around Miss Isabelle as she read the words of a book found on the library shelves. No one could read a story like Miss Isabelle. Her young audience was always enchanted as she read each word with enthusiasm for all those many years.

Isabelle always loved reading and when she was a young woman it was only natural that she would become the newly established library's first head librarian. During the first summer the library was open, Isabelle sat on the front lawn during her lunch break and started reading aloud. Before long, children stopped their play and circled around her as she read. Without intending to, Isabelle had started a tradition and every Wednesday afternoon from then on, children gathered on the lawn or inside the library to hear a new tale from the many books on the shelves.

Isabelle, now a great grandmother had given up her position at the library many years before but, no matter how busy she was or how many of her children needed her attention, she always found time to visit the library on Wednesday afternoon and read from the pages of a carefully selected book.

On a beautiful early spring day, Isabelle arrived at the library at her regular time. The children were already beginning to assemble on the front lawn as Helene Robinson hurried to the spot near the oak tree with a chair for her friend to sit on. Gone were the days when Isabelle was able to sit on a blanket with her young audience.

“I don't mind sitting on the ground” she was known to say “I just don't know how in the world I would manage standing up again.”

“I'll see you after storytime Isabelle.” said Helene. They had become fast friends after Helene moved to Camden Corners to be close to her son. Helene had fallen in love with the quaint village. She thought it was fate that brought her here for a visit just when Sarah Harcourt was resigning her position in the library. Helene was hired immediately and had begun her new job several weeks before.

Sarah warned her that finances in the locally supported library may be a problem. The building had been having some structural problems and repairs had been costly.

“As much as our community has supported us, it is uncertain whether we will be able to continue without joining forces with the Greensboro Library.” Sarah said.

Although Helene liked the fact that Camden Corners had been able to have their own independent library, she didn't think it would be a big problem if they did join with Greensboro. Coming from a large city, she could see the advantages of being able to share resources with another facility.

One of the older children helped Isabelle carry the chair back to its place in the reading room.

“Thank you, Jonathan.” she told the young boy

“See you next week Miss Isabelle.” he replied

“Come Isabelle, have a seat. I've just made a pitcher of lemonade. I'm sure you would like to wet your whistle after reading out in that warm sunshine.”

“That would be wonderful Helene.”

Just then, Annie Mackenzie knocked on the door. “I'm sorry to disturb you Mrs. Robinson, there is a gentleman here who says he's from Greensboro Library and insists on speaking with you.”

“Oh yes, I was expecting Mr. Ellis later this afternoon. Thank you Annie, please ask the gentleman to come in.”

“I'll leave now Helene. You have business to take care of.”

“Don't leave Isabelle. You are a very important part of our library. Let's both hear what Mr. Ellis has to say.”

A very stern looking gentleman entered the room.

“I'll make this brief Mrs. Robinson. I have very little time and I must return to Greensboro shortly. First, let me assure you we will be keeping you on in the position of head librarian in this branch. You will answer directly to me. I have obtained the services of an efficiency expert. He will be here on Monday morning. I expect you will fully cooperate with him. I will let you know his findings and suggestions for improvement of this branch of the Greensboro Free Library. Good day!”

Helene and Isabelle chuckled after the door closed behind Mr. Ellis. Helene didn't want to admit it to her friend but she had a very uneasy feeling about the future of the Camden Corners Library.

At precisely 8:00 sharp, Wilburn P. Wickstrom opened the library door. He greeted a smiling Helene with a curt nod and proceeded to scour the library from one section to another. He examined the accounts, asked a few questions, scribbled notes on his clipboard and bid Helen farewell at 9:42 on the dot.

“What a strange little man.” Helene said to Emma Crowley who was selecting a book to read that afternoon while Robert was in court in Greensboro.

“I guess that makes it official, Helene. Greensboro will be taking over our library. I certainly hope they don't change anything we have come to love about our library.”

“I don't know Emma, I am a bit concerned. Both gentlemen who have visited here have the personality of a snail. I'm hoping that doesn't reflect in their decisions about our facility.”

“I wonder, Helene, maybe we shouldn't have been so hasty letting Greensboro take over the library. Certainly there was another solution. Do you suppose it's too late to try to raise some money to pay for the recent repairs?”

“It's quite a lot of money. I know Camden Corners folks are generous but they all have their own expenses to contend with. Maybe it won't be such a bad thing. I do believe we will have better access to more of the latest publications with Greensboro. I'm not going to panic until I see their list of proposals.

Word spread through the town that there may be changes in the way their library was operated. Camden Corners Library had always been a source of pride to the residents. The report was due for presentation to the members of the library board and the townsfolk were planning to be there in force to hear what those uppity Greensboro Library people had to say.

With total lack of charm, Mr. Ellis read from a long list of changes to be made when the library was under new management.

“The library hours of operation will be curtailed. The facility will be open a mere three days a week. The park adjacent to the library will be sold to the highest bidder. Since the Camden Corners Grammar School is perfectly capable of reading stories to the children, story hour will be abolished.”

Mr. Ellis continued to list the changes as those in the audience drowned out the sound of his voice. Evelyn Keys, who was in charge of the meeting pounded her gavel to no avail.

Finally, Oscar Crowley, in his booming voice called for order.

“We will never be able to settle this matter if everyone speaks at once. Mr. Ellis, thank you for your input. The Board will consider your suggestions and notify you of their decision. We bid you a good evening, sir.”

“Don't wait too long, my good man. Our offer to bail you folks out will not be an option for very much longer.” said Mr. Ellis as the door closed behind him.

Harold Hightower stood asking to be heard.

“As our friends and neighbors are aware, my brother and I are the recipients of a large trust left to us by our Uncle Shane Howard. We would be happy to donate as much money as is needed to continue the operation of our library as we know it.”

“Oscar, would you please preside over the remainder of this meeting. I believe we are in need of your guidance.” Evelyn asked.

Oscar stood at the podium. “I'm sure we are all very appreciative of your very generous offer Harold. It would be the solution to our problem. You see, if you and Howard were to invest your money, it would no longer be a public library and we would not receive the many benefits we do now. No, the only way I can see out of this situation is to raise the money ourselves. I don't see any way we will be able to do that in the short term.”

“Oscar, may I interrupt?” Leland Harvey, the town's banker asked. “I have been examining our banking policies and may have a temporary solution. I have been authorized to grant a six month loan to the Library Association at a very low interest rate. The loan would enable the community time to raise the needed revenue to continue the library's operation as it is now.”

“That may be the solution Leland. We would need a way to raise the money. Individual donations may be accepted but they are limited. We would have to find a way to raise money in various ways.”

Sarah Harcourt stood up. “I am so saddened to think of how many children will miss storytime at the library. I don't remember a time when I didn't look forward to Wednesday afternoons listening to Miss Isabelle's warm voice reading an incredible tale. Our town has many talented youngsters and some older folks too. Remember how popular our Christmas programs have been the last couple of years? We have been able to attract many folks from surrounding towns.”

Caroline Bentley offered her own suggestion “The winery is completed. We could stage dancing contests in the ballroom.”

“Why not an auction? I think we could raise quite of bit selling off some of mother's treasures” said Millie Stout as Mr. Leland Harvey smiled in her direction.

“Oh yes, that's a wonderful idea.” added Dahlia Hightower. “Sister and I have dozens and dozens of quilts from our shop. We have them stored in the attic and I'm sure they would bring in some money.”

Oscar was beaming as he looked around the room and heard the enthusiasm in everyone's voices. He noticed Miss Isabelle was wiping a tear from her eye. His beloved Nettie was talking with groups of people already beginning the organization of each and every project.

Evelyn managed to capture the attention of the board members who unanimously agreed to the banker's offer. She adjourned the meeting and joined the group who were discussing the the production they would be presenting in the near future.

Mr. Harvey pushed his way through the crowd to join Millie's group. He always thought she was a fine looking woman and now that she had come down to earth she was even more attractive to him. Leland Harvey chuckled to himself. He had been married to his bank all these years but was finding he had a soft spot for Mrs. Millicent Merryweather Stout now that she had become just plain Millie.

Oscar had a good feeling about this venture. With most of the townspeople up in arms at the thought of losing control over their library, he had no doubt they would be able to raise the money needed.

Yes, indeed! He was very proud of his friends and neighbors and the friendly community of Camden Corners.

Camden Corners: The Merryweather

 

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We Meet Again

We Meet Again

Helene Robinson understood why her son wanted to get to know his father and half sisters. She didn't blame him, she was too busy chastising herself for keeping this secret from him all these years. Chester had been right all along. James needed to know the truth. Helene couldn't face having him know of her behavior so many years ago. He didn't seem to think twice that his mother behaved like a harlot. Thinking back on the night James was conceived, she realized over indulgence in champagne was only an excuse. What happened with Neville Merryweather was not an accident, it was intentional.

“Maybe it's time you forgave yourself, Helene.” said her good friend Margaret with whom Helene had confided in several months before. “Chester loved you and married you knowing you were carrying another man's child. He never thought any less of you because of one mistake. You gave him the greatest gift of all. A child who adored him.”

“Maybe you're right, Margaret. I just can't help thinking I'm being punished because James seems to be happy living in Camden Corners and being with his other family. His last letter said he had been hired at a local photographic factory. It sounds like he is planning a very long visit there.”

“He also asked you to come to visit him. His Aunt Millie even sent you a note asking you to join your son. What in the world is keeping you here? I've already told you I'd keep an eye on your house and water your plants. Could it be you are afraid to see Neville Merryweather again?”

“You know me so well, Margaret. I know I'm older and wiser than I was 20 years ago but what if I fall into that same old trap? He's a married man. From what James has hinted it isn't a happy marriage but that might make it even more difficult to keep my emotions in check.”

“What if he is bald with warts all over his face and weighs 300 pounds? Maybe you are worrying for nothing.” Margaret laughed.

“You're right, Margaret. He can't be as beautiful as he was back when I knew him. I probably will laugh when I see that overweight, bald headed, wart faced man again.”

Before Helene could change her mind she went to the telegraph office and telegraphed her son. She also sent a telegram to Millie Stout thanking her for her invitation to be her guest. She wouldn't dream of imposing on Mrs. Stout and would ask her son to arrange for lodging in a local boarding house.

When the telegrams arrived, Millie told her nephew not to even think about arranging for his mother to stay at Mrs. Wharton's. She wouldn't hear of it.

“We have lovely rooms in this house and I want to get to know the only woman who ever made my brother happy. As far as I'm concerned she is much more a part of this family than that insipid Prudence.”

“I'm happy you feel that way Aunt Millie because I know you two will be great friends. My mother will love this old house and all the antiques. She and my....ah Chester liked to visit estate sales and such before he became so ill.”

“James, I want you to feel comfortable calling Chester Robinson your father. He was your father in every sense of the word. Neville understands that too and we are both grateful to him for the part he had in making you the fine young man you are today.”

“Thanks Aunt Millie,” James said as he gave his aunt a big bear hug.

One week later, Helene Robinson walked off the train and into the arms of her son. Waiting with him was an attractive older lady with a happy grin on her face.

“Welcome to Camden Corners, Helene. I am so happy to meet you.”

The two women embraced as if they'd known each other all their lives.

“I can't thank you enough for your hospitality toward James. I'm sure his visit was the last thing you expected. I hope we haven't disrupted your life too awfully much.”

“Disrupted my life? Nothing could be further from the truth. Young people fill my parlor with laughter every day of the week. Even my nieces are happy to visit their old Aunt Millie more often these days. James has brought nothing but joy to that old house on the hill. Which reminds me, I won't hear of you staying anywhere but in my home.”

Helene appreciated why James was happy in Camden Corners. It was such a picturesque town. People walking down the street shouted hello to them as their carriage rode by on their way to the house on the hill. Helene couldn't believe Neville had grown up in this mansion. She knew he came from wealth but had no idea how rich his family was.

“Don't let this big house fool you Helene, I was in hock up to my cheekbones until Nettie Crowley gave me the idea of opening the antique shop on the first floor. You'll meet Nettie soon. I thought it would be nice if the two of us became acquainted before I shared you with the rest of Camden Corners.”

Addie had prepared a nice supper for the guest. She and Leo thought the two women should be left alone to talk and made the excuse they were visiting the Pringles for the evening.

Helene felt she had known Millie all her life.

“Millie, you have made me feel so welcome. I believe you and Neville share the same charming ways.”

“Yes, Helene, Neville can be very charming. He takes after our father and grandfather in that way and also in other ways. Being accepted into society was a priority for our grandfather, he married our grandmother for that reason alone. I'm sorry to say, from what I knew of Grandmother Merryweather, she was a rather shallow person herself. She never bothered with Neville and me when we were children and I would guess she was the same with our father. With all his charm, Cyrus Merryweather was a cold man. Neville always craved his approval and even after his death tried to emulate him. It didn't help that he married a superficial woman like Prudence. Neville has mellowed over the years. He hit the roof when Melanie's beau followed her to Camden Corners a year ago. It was only after remembering his lost love that he acquiesced and allowed them to be together. Now he thinks of Michael as his own son.”

“I have to admit Millie, I'm a little worried about meeting Neville again. I think a small part of me has never gotten over my feelings for him. I hope it won't be too awkward for you. I know he visits James occasionally.”

“I know for a fact that Neville still has feelings for you. He has carried that torch for so long. If only he had the gumption to fight Father so many years ago you two would have been married to each other. I know Prudence doesn't deserve loyalty, but I doubt very much he will ever leave her.”

“I don't want him to. I am hoping we can be friends though. For the sake of our son.”

“I'd like that very much,” came a voice that Helene would never forget. She turned around and looked into the eyes of the man she had loved since she was a young girl.

“Neville, how nice to see you. I didn't expect we would meet again so soon after my arrival.”

James spoke up. “You can blame me Mother. I knew you and Neville would both be anxious about seeing each other again so I thought it best we get this first meeting over with.”

“You raised a very bright young man here, Helene.” said Neville as he embraced her.

The awkwardness disappeared quickly and Helene and Neville were just two old friends enjoying an evening together with family.

Neville left on the morning train with the promise of returning for a longer visit in just a few days. James had to report to his new job but knew his mother was in good hands with Aunt Millie.

Millie didn't waste anytime. She left Addie in charge of the antique shop and had Leo drive them in the carriage to the Emma and Lily's shop to start their tour of the town. After a delightful morning meeting the residents of Camden Corners, Helene was falling in love with the little town. She was already dreading leaving. She and Millie walked by the Camden Corners Library.

“I studied to be a librarian.” said Helene. “I stopped working when I married Chester. I've been thinking of seeing if they need any help in our local library.”

Millie's ears perked up. “Sarah Harcourt is the head librarian here. She has become a writer and she and Max are expecting a baby. I know she has been talking about giving up her job at the library. Why don't we drop in to see her. Maybe the answer to her dilemma has just come to town.”

“Millie, I couldn't possibly move to Camden Corners. My life is in Albany. I have friends there and obligations.”

“You have family here. Let's just talk to Sarah. There is no harm in that.”

An hour later Helene Robinson was the new head librarian at Camden Corners Lending Library. Helene didn't know what hit her. She didn't know if it was her decision or Millie's. Her new friend could be awfully persuasive.

James took some time off from his new job to help his mother pack up their home in Albany. Along with his other good qualities, Chester had provided well for his family. The house had sold quickly. Helene was sorry to leave the home she had lived in since James was a baby but she had a new life to look forward to. She said a tearful goodbye to her friend Margaret who had promised to come for a visit during the summer.

James held his mother's hand as the train pulled away from the station. With tears in her eyes she bid farewell to Albany and all the memories she would carry with her to her new life in Camden Corners.

At that moment in Greensboro, Neville Merryweather was ducking his head to save himself from the perfume bottle that was headed toward his nose.

“I know you are carrying on with that woman. You spend more time in Camden Corners than you do here. What does that harlot have that I don't have?”

“Now Prudence, why don't you just go back to bed. You know I have been faithful to you since the day we were married. I visit Camden Corners to see my son. I would have him come to visit me here if you would just open your heart to him. He is a very nice young man. I think you would like him.”

“Like him? I loathe him. He and his trashy mother. Now get out of here,” Prudence shouted as she picked up another bottle off her dresser.

Neville left the room and ran into Melanie.

“Why don't you just leave her Father. You don't deserve to be treated like this. You don't owe Mother anything. I'm sure you could find happiness with Helene and you know how Melinda and I feel about her. Just in the short time we have known her we have grown to love her and you know you still do.”

“I won't leave your mother, Melanie. She is my wife and that is all there is to it. Besides, she gave me two beautiful daughters and I will be forever grateful. I'm glad for Helene's friendship but that is all it is or ever will be.”

“Never say never Father.”

As Neville walked down the hallway, he heard another bottle hit his wife's bedroom door. No Melanie, I never will say never. He thought to himself as he looked at his pocket watch. She should be leaving Albany about now. I'd better hurry if I'm going to catch that train to Camden Corners. His step felt lighter as he walked away from his wife's room.

Lost Love

Lost Love

Neville Merryweather sat in the chair by the window of the guest room of the house he grew up in. He had just finished reading the letter written to him by Helene Simpson Robinson, the mother of the son he never knew he had. How things would have been different if only she had told him the truth so many years ago. He had to admit, twenty years ago he wouldn't have defied his father. Neville was a weak man. He always had been and he was always afraid if he went against his father's wishes he would be stripped of all fringe benefits that came with being a Merryweather. As much as it pained him, he was grateful to Chester Robinson for raising James as his own. James would never carry the Merryweather name. It was a false family name to begin with. Neville would be the last of the Merryweathers and that was just as well. Neville reread Helene's letter.

Dear Neville,

I know this unexpected visit from our son will be a shock to you. I am sorry for the pain you are going through as you realize I kept the truth from you all these years. Believe me when I tell you that I have regretted that decision every day of my life.

Please be assured, Chester Robinson was the best father a boy could hope for. Chester loved James with all his heart and was committed to him from the beginning.

Neville, I don't know if I can ever make you understand why I kept this secret from you. What we did was a mistake. I loved you very much and I know you loved me but we were very different people. You needed a wife and mother to your children who would be by your side in the social situations that were always so important to you. I was not that woman. I was not born to that life and I'm not sure I would have been able to learn all the social graces that came naturally to you and your friends.

The announcement of your nuptials appeared in the newspaper just about the time I discovered I was in the family way. Even though I returned all your letters unopened, I was still heartbroken to learn of the marriage. Chester Robinson, a very dear friend of mine was the only person who knew of my dilemma. He offered to marry me and claim our child as his own.

Neville, I was in such a state. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I didn't love Chester but didn't feel I had any choice. I felt I was being punished for my sinful behavior and I would have to pay the consequences.

As it turned out, Chester and I were married that very afternoon. Mama and Papa had always liked Chester and welcomed him into the family immediately. James was born 8 months later. He was a very tiny baby and everyone just assumed he had come early.

In time, I learned to love Chester. He was a kind and caring husband and adored James. As James grew older, Chester talked about telling him the truth about his parentage. I was against it from the start. Chester had been the only father James had ever known and I wanted to keep it that way for everyone's sake. I knew if James found out about you he would want to find you and my shameful secret would be revealed. Chester didn't concur but agreed to keep the secret.

Around this time a year ago, Chester fell ill. In time, he realized he was never going to get better. He had never betrayed me in all of our years together but in his deteriorating state, he told James the truth about you. I tried to convince James that it was the delirium that made Chester say those words but he didn't believe me. Your son had suspected something was amiss when he realized he looked nothing like the man he thought was his father.

After Chester's death, I begged James not to pursue the matter. He agreed but it kept eating away at him. He had a need to meet his birth father. I should have written to you to warn you but I was afraid of causing unrest in your home. I remembered you had come from Camden Corners and I assumed your sister still lived there. Again, I wasn't certain how well James would be received. I do hope you will treat him well. I can assure you he is not looking for any monetary benefits. He simply wants to meet his father. Sincerely, Helene Simpson Robinson

Neville read the letter over and over again. He knew Helene was right. She never would have been happy living in his world. It had taken him years to realize he wasn't happy living in that world himself. The best time of his life was the few months he and Helene were together when he attended school in Plattsburg.

Neville knew what he had to do. After a short rest and a filling meal, he announced he would be leaving that afternoon for home.

“I want to get this out in the open and I need to start by telling Prudence that James is my son and I want very much to be part of his life. That is if you feel the same way James.”

“Yes, Mr. Merryweather, err Neville. I would very much like to get to know you better. I don't wish to cause you or your family any distress though.”

“Prudence lives in constant distress” Millicent said quietly.

Neville glared at her but was in agreement.

“I'm not going to be dishonest with you son, Prudence will not be happy about this situation but she will have to accept it. I do think your sisters will be pleased to know they have a brother. The next train leaves in 20 minutes. I will return as soon as I can. Millicent, I hope you will keep my room open for me. I would like to spend some time with James upon my return.”

When Neville arrived home he entered the parlor where Prudence was sipping a glass of sherry. Neville was hoping the sherry would have a calming effect on her when he told her his news. Prudence accepted the news better than Neville anticipated. She excused herself to go to her room and that was when she dissolved into a heap on the floor. Prudence Wingate Merryweather was dead drunk.

Neville wasn't sure Prudence had even heard his confession. He carried her to her room and deposited her on her bed where her personal maid took over.

Melinda, the younger Merryweather daughter came bouncing in through the front door.

“Hello Papa, we thought you were on a business trip.”

“I came home sooner than expected. Is your sister with you? I have something I'd like to speak to you both about.”

“Melissa and Michael are smooching under the sycamore tree. Those two are revolting. Always kissing and hugging. I'm never going to get engaged if that is what you have to do.”

Neville laughed. “I think you will change your mind about that one of these days.”

Melissa walked in the door. “Hello Father, what's wrong? You look so serious.”

“I have something to tell you both, it's good news but it will be a surprise to you. I hope you think it's a good surprise because I'd like you to be happy about it.”

The girls listened intently as Neville explained the situation and how they had a brother they didn't know about all these years. Melissa thought it was the most romantic story she had ever heard. She cried for her father and his lost love. Melinda didn't quite understand how her father had a baby with another lady but she was happy she now had a big brother. They wanted to pack that very minute and leave for Camden Corners on the next train.

Neville told the maid to inform Mrs. Merryweather that the three of them were leaving to visit his sister for a few days. In Prudence's current state, he didn't think she would object.

Melissa asked if Michael could go along with them. After all, he would be part of the family soon. Neville agreed and the foursome boarded the train two hours later.

James was amazed that his father had been to Greensboro and back and brought his sisters with him. They were such pretty girls. It was difficult for him to keep his emotions under control. How nice it would have been to have watched these two young girls grow up. He and Michael Cassidy were instant friends. The girls both hugged him and welcomed them into their family. Millicent and Neville stood with their arms around each other watching the young people become acquainted.

“How did Prudence take the news?” Millicent whispered.

“I'm not really sure she even knows. My high society wife was as drunk as a skunk when I told her about James.”

“Oh my, Prudence always manages to surprise me.” laughed Millicent.

The sun was beginning to set as Neville relaxed in the parlor watching his three children talking and laughing as though they had known each other all their lives. He still was in a disbelief that this fine young man was his son. He wouldn't trade his daughters for anything in the world but he had longed for a son to complete the family. Prudence wouldn't hear of it. She cursed him both times she found herself in the family way and refused to even consider having another child. If it meant they would never again share a bed, so be it.

Addie had gone all out with the evening meal. She was thrilled to have two hungry young men to cook for. Millicent and her nieces helped set the table. Millicent had never learned to set a table or do any of the mundane chores before. She found she was enjoying giving a helping hand and was even known to wash a dish or two.

When the men were called to the table, James walked into the dining room smiling broadly, he picked up his wine glass.

“I'd like to make a toast to Aunt Millie for her hospitality and arranging for me to meet my family.”

The group stared at James with their mouths open wide when he referred to his aunt as Millie. They then glanced in Millicent's direction.

“Thank you James dear. No one has ever called me Millie before. I like it. It sounds so much friendlier than Millicent. Don't you think Addie? Yes, I would like to be called Millie from now on.”

From that moment on Millicent Merryweather Stout was known simply as Millie Stout. Her new name suited her well because she was no longer the rich lady who lived in a mansion on a hill. She was everyone's friend and neighbor.

“Oh Aunt Millie” said Melinda as the two were saying goodnight. “I don't want this day to ever end. It has been so wonderful meeting our brother. Father says we have to leave tomorrow morning. I wish we could just move to Camden Corners but mother would never leave all her snooty friends.”

“I know dear but you have a life in Greensboro too. I know you love Michael's family. They would miss you both if you moved out of town. I'm hoping James will stay on for a while and it is a short train ride from Greensboro.”

The next morning the visitors returned to Greensboro with a promise of a return the following weekend. They would bring their skis and take advantage of the late winter snowfall in the hills of Camden Corners.

“Are you sure Aunt Millie? You have been so kind to me I don't want to burden you and Addie.”

“Don't be silly my boy. It has been a pleasure having a young person around this old house. You are welcome to stay as long as you wish. Now, you and Cody go off and meet April and her friend and have a good time.”

Cody Hill was waiting for James. Word had gotten around town that there was a new fellow in town, like any newcomer he wouldn't be a stranger for long.

Back in Albany, Helene Robinson was holding the telegram that arrived an hour ago. James was going to be staying in Camden Corners for a while. He wanted to get to know his new family better. Helene was happy he hadn't been rejected but suddenly felt very alone and lonely.

Hello Son

Hello, Son

James Robinson sat fidgeting on the sofa in Millicent's parlor. Addie was attempting to occupy him with chatter about the town of Camden Corners. Addie was nervous too. Her friend, Millicent was meeting the train that was carrying Neville Merryweather to meet his son for the very first time. Neville was in for the shock of his life when he received a telegram from his sister informing him his encounter with Helene had resulted in the birth of a child over twenty years ago. Although James would have preferred to join his aunt at the train station, he understood it would be better if the meeting took place in the privacy of the Merryweather home.

Neville hadn't told his family why he was visiting Camden Corners. He didn't know how he was going to tell Prudence that he had another child. He was worried too about the reaction of his daughters. What would they think of their father's behavior. Granted he had never known about the boy. He also was angry that Helene had found it necessary to keep this information from him. He still loved Helene after all these years. She was never far from his mind. He thought back to the time when they met and fell in love.

Neville was sent to Plattsburg University near the beginning of his senior year in college. From the beginning of his first year in Yale, he struggled to pass his classes since he spent most of his time with his fraternity brothers carousing at the local pubs. Neville had inherited the charm of his father and grandfather before him. He was able to persuade his professors to give him the benefit of the the doubt and pass him along each year. He was successful until he met up with Professor Helmut Kline. Professor Kline had his fill of offspring of the rich who sailed through college and were ill prepared to face the real world outside of the hallowed halls of his beloved University. Neville made the mistake of paying one of his classmates to complete an assignment. Professor Kline discovered the deception and Neville was expelled that very day.

It was only through a hefty donation to the university in Plattsburg by Cyrus Merryweather that Neville was allowed to finish his education there. He had only been attending the school for three days when he happened to pass by a small sandwich shop. He realized he had skimped on breakfast and he was feeling quite hungry. He entered the shop and sat at the counter when a lovely young girl handed him a menu. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Later when he thought about their first encounter, he was sure he had fallen in love that very moment.

Helene Simpson was in her third year at Plattsburg. She was studying to be a librarian and had taken a job at the coffee shop to help with the cost of her education. Helene was a good student. She couldn't imagine anyone not giving their best efforts in their studies. Helene was the first in her family to attend college and she knew the sacrifice her parents had made in order for her to further her education.

Helene was like no other girl Neville had ever met. She was a beauty but more than that she seemed to have a head on her shoulders and knew there were more important things in life than the next party or frivolous flirtation. Helene was attracted to Neville but knew he was in a different social class than she was. As improbable as their friendship was it developed until they became inseparable. Helene was a good influence on Neville. He began studying as he had never done before. He graduated with excellent grades that spring.

Neville was anticipating his parents' arrival in Plattsburg for the graduation ceremony and was anxious for them to meet Helene. He had planned to propose to her the night of his graduation. Cyrus Merryweather was appalled that a son of his would even consider marrying below his station.

“Why the girl's father is a shopkeeper. What are you thinking, Neville?”

It had never occurred to Neville that his father wouldn't approve of Helene. She had made him happier than he had ever been since the day he'd met her at the diner.

Helene had misgivings about their relationship. She was well aware of the difference in their upbringing. Her parents were loving, kind people who did their best to provide for their family but were not in the the same league as the Merryweathers. As much as it broke her heart, she told Neville he should return home with his parents and forget about her.

Neville was never the same after he left Plattsburg. He didn't think he would ever forgive himself for running away from the girl he loved.

Several years later his father arranged his marriage to Prudence. He never loved her but it was expected that he would marry and produce sons to carry on the Merryweather name. How ironic, Neville thought as the train pulled into the station, my only son is not carrying the Merryweather name after all.

Neville was surprised to see a sign in front of his old homestead reading open for business. He would have to question Millicent about it but for now he had other things on his mind.

One look at James Robinson and he knew he was indeed his son. He could see himself and his father in the young man's face. He could also see a trace of Helene and his heart ached at the thought of her.

It was an awkward moment. The father and son had no idea what to say to each other. Neville wanted to embrace his boy but was afraid he would be rejected.

Finally, he blurted out “How is your mother?”

What a ridiculous thing to say, he thought. How would she be after losing her husband and having her son questioning his paternity.

“Mother is doing well, sir. She sends her regards.”

“Her regards? What was she thinking? Why didn't she send her regards twenty years ago when she knew she was having my baby?”

Millicent put her arm on Neville's shoulder to calm him.

“I'm sorry, James. None of this is your fault. I just don't understand why I never knew about you.”

James handed his father an envelope. “Mother wanted me to give this to you. It's her attempt to explain.”

Neville took the envelope from his son's hand.

“I think we could all use a little brandy” Millicent said as an uncomfortable Leo excused himself to pour a glass for everyone including himself and Addie.

Neville put Helene's letter in his jacket pocket. He wanted to read it when he was alone. He could smell her delicate perfume lingering on the envelope and thought of their time together so many years ago.

James was interested in his sisters. He wanted very much to meet them but would understand if Neville didn't want to share the news of his existence with his legitimate daughters. Neville immediately reassured his son that he was now part of the Merryweather family and would never be hidden away again. Neville wasn't too sure what Prudence would have to say about that but he didn't care. He lost years with his son and he would make up for that loss in any way possible.

After a few hours, Neville finally realized what he had seen when he walked through the front door of his old home.

“What in the name of Sam Hill have you done to our house, Millicent?”

“Neville, I thought you wouldn't notice. Don't get upset but I simply don't have the money to keep this old place running. It was either turn it into something useful or let it go on the auction block.”

“Why didn't you come to me if you needed money? You know I would be glad to help you with the expenses.”

“Don't you see Neville, I needed to find a purpose in life. For years I have been living up on this hill and never really belonged to the community of Camden Corners. Oh, I know I have lived here all my life, but we Merryweathers always stood apart from everyone else. Papa flaunted his money and taught us to expect to be treated as though we were something special. Well, for the first time in my life I do feel special. Not because I'm above the rest of the town but because I'm working along side them. I have friends, Neville and I'm enjoying my life.

“Millicent, I'm proud of you. We both should have learned that lesson years ago. I ruined my own life because of snobbishness and almost ruined my daughter's chance for happiness because of it too.”

“How are Melanie and Michael?” Millicent asked

“They are doing well. Melanie spends more time with the Cassidy family than she does with her own and I don't blame her. Our household isn't a happy one. Prudence takes to her bed at least three times a week. She has been pouting since Hermione retired.”

“Hermione had been in Neville's household since the day he and Prudence were married. She is the reason Melanie and Melinda turned out as well as they did. She practically raised them single handedly.” said Millicent

“Now Millicent, don't start on Prudence. My sister never did have anything good to say about my wife.” Neville explained

Millicent was tempted to list the many flaws of Prudence but decided now was not the time.

Addie and Leo excused themselves to the kitchen to create a special meal for the guests. Millicent headed upstairs with Neville to prepare one of the guest rooms for his stay. James needed to get his thoughts together.

“I hope you won't mind, Mr. Merryweather,” said James. “I think I will take a walk around the village to clear my head. I'd like to see more of Camden Corners I honestly didn't notice my surroundings when I was looking for this house.”

“Of course I don't mind James. As much as I would like to hear you call me Father, I understand your reluctance to do so but I wish you would call me Neville.”

James smiled at this man who he knew would be important in his future. He liked Neville Merryweather. He could understand why his mother had fallen for the guy. He felt sadness that they had never been a family but was also grateful for Chester Robinson's love and caring through the years.

James walked leisurely through Camden Corners. He had heard of small town hospitality but had never experienced it first hand. He was surprised at the number of people who called hello to him.

Diana Taylor was setting out a plate of cookies for the children. “Would you like a sugar cookie young man? They are still warm from the oven.”

Rudy, the Pringle's dog wagged his tale and licked James' hand when he petted the top of his head. He walked by the antique shop and wondered if Aunt Millicent was in competition with them. At that moment, Nettie Crowley walked down the stairs.

“Hello young man. Are you visiting our town today? Oh my, you must be a relative of Millicent Merryweather, there is definitely a family resemblance. I didn't realize she had a nephew.”

James wasn't quite sure what to say to this very observant woman. “I'm just passing through ma'am. I do like your town and the people seem very nice.” James said trying to change the subject. Nettie took the hint and scolded herself for prying. She had a tendency to make everyone's business her own.

“Enjoy your stay in Camden Corners young man. Make sure you visit the candy shop across the street before you leave. Maddie Mackenzie makes the best double chocolate toffee fudge you have ever tasted.”

“I'll do that ma'am, thank you.” He tipped his hat to her and continued his walk. Mother would love this town he thought to himself. I think she would fit right in here.

Alone in the guest room, Neville opened the letter. His heart skipped a beat as he began to read.

The Merryweathers

The Merryweathers

From the moment the Merryweather family arrived in Camden Corners over one hundred years ago, they had been treated like royalty.

The truth was, Merryweather Wentworth had absconded with his employer's bank receipts and rode his horse until it gave out. He walked until he came to the the small village of Larkspur. Merryweather had always abhorred his name. His mother had given it to him after the disappointment of giving birth to her seventh male child. He made the decision to change his name to Wentworth Merryweather and no one ever questioned it. Wentworth Merryweather was an extremely handsome fellow who had the ability to charm anyone who came in contact with him. He cleaned off the dirt and dust in the river just outside of town. He grabbed a pair of overalls hanging on a line in a nearby shack. They weren't a perfect fit but they would do. He didn't want to look too affluent when he strolled into town. Wentworth found the town's saloon and walked through its door. Larkspur was accustomed to strangers since it was located on the road leading west from New York City. This stranger was like none the rickety old saloon had seen. He dressed like a farmer but he didn't have the look of a farmer. Pollyanna Pride, the innkeeper took an instant shine to the stranger. She hoped he would stay in town for a while but Wentworth had other ideas. He joined a poker game already in progress. The card players were happy to take money from this hick kid and Wentworth proceeded to lose the first few hands. After a while, Wentworth told the men he was down to his last few dollars and he'd like to raise the stakes to help him win it back. Before the other fellows knew what hit them, Wentworth had taken every last cent from them and was out the door. Pollyanna chuckled in the background as she watched Wentworth ride off on Rawley Wilson's horse. He came to the next town, stopped in a fine looking men's shop and slipped out the back door with two new suits, four shirts, six neckties, two pairs of shoes and eight pairs of socks before the proprietor noticed the items and the customer were missing. Wentworth's next stop was Greensboro where he swindled people and stole anything he could get his hands on. He never lost track of Pollyanna though and found his way back to Larkspur to visit the fair Miss Pride.

After a few years and an accumulation of ill gotten gains, Wentworth set out for Camden Corners. He knew he would have a better chance being a big fish in a little pond and Camden Corners was just the right spot for him. First, he needed a wife and the mayor's daughter, Sue Ellen, would do just fine. She was a pretty girl with impeccable manners and best of all, she was shy and quiet. She adored Wentworth and was thrilled when he asked for her hand in marriage. The mayor and his wife were happy to give their blessing to the marriage but disappointed to learn the couple would be relocating to another town.

The dowry given to Wentworth was adequate and with the money he had scammed out of the folks of Greensboro, he would have enough to purchase a large home in Camden Corners. Since the town was just beginning to grow, Wentworth had to wait several months before he would be able to take his bride to their new home. He hadn't planned on staying around Sue Ellen's family. He found it difficult to make excuses to leave town to be with Pollyanna without the mayor or one of his cronies catching him. His frustration grew through the months of waiting and then Sue Ellen announced she was with child and had no intention of leaving her family at this time.

The Merryweather house was completed and as Wentworth planned, it was the largest in town. He purposely had the builders put an addition on the house that would be the maid's quarters. The people of Camden Corners were happy to welcome Wentworth to their small village. They were impressed with the fact that the Merryweathers had a live in maid. It was too bad Mrs. Merryweather was forced to stay in Greensboro until the birth of her child but the Wentworth maid, Pollyanna Pride, seemed to be fitting into the community very well. She was well liked by the women and admired by the gentlemen in town.

Everything was going along smoothly in the Merryweather household. Wentworth visited his wife in Greensboro whenever he had the opportunity. Unfortunately he wasn't able to visit as often as Sue Ellen would have liked because he was so very busy working to provide a life of ease for his family. Sue Ellen didn't know what line of work he was in and didn't even think to ask. She was happy she would be mistress of the largest house in Camden Corners. She wondered about the maid but didn't care as long as someone else would be cleaning. She would have to speak to Wentworth about hiring a cook and butler too.

Right on time, little Cyrus Merryweather came into the world. He was the spitting image of his father and even as a young boy knew how to charm everyone around him.

For the next eighteen years, the Merryweathers enjoyed a content life in Camden Corners. Pollyanna remained the dutiful servant although Sue Ellen wasn't exactly sure what the woman did since Wentworth hired housekeepers to do the cleaning and cooks to prepare the meals.

Shortly after Cyrus' 18^th birthday, he and Sue Ellen visited her parents in Greensboro. When they returned, Wentworth was nowhere to be found and Pollyanna Pride had disappeared along with him. The authorities later informed Sue Ellen that her husband had been found shot to death in a small town out west.

Sue Ellen was saddened by her husband's death but her life didn't change. She still continued to buy her many frilly dresses and jewels and preside as mistress of the largest home in Camden Corners.

She and Cyrus never spoke of his father again. The maid's quarters were left empty until the house was sold. Cyrus decided he needed to build a mansion for for himself and his new bride.

Back in present time, Millicent was trying to catch her breath as she raised herself from the chair she had just collapsed in. The young man standing before her was the spitting image of her brother, Neville.

“I'm sorry ma'am. I shouldn't have blurted it out that way. I'm afraid I'm not thinking too clearly since I just recently discovered that the man who I believed to be my father was not my father after all.”

Millicent wanted to protest and send this fellow on his way but she couldn't deny he was somehow related to her brother and therefore to herself.

“Let me fetch you a cup of tea, Millicent.” said Addie who had witnessed her friend's reaction to this boy's words.

“I think I could use it with maybe a little bit of brandy added.”

“Of course. Young man may I get you something to drink?” Addie said.

“No thank you ma'am. If you could just tell me where I can find Neville Merryweather, I will be on my way. I don't wish to disturb you any further.”

“Please, dear boy. Come upstairs to the living quarters. I want to know what makes you think my brother is your father. I'll admit, you look just like him so there must be a connection. My brother is a fine upstanding married man. Respected in his community and the father of two daughters. He would never...” Millicent couldn't finish her sentence.

The young man followed Millicent and Addie up the stairs to Millicent's parlor. Millicent insisted Addie be a witness to the meeting. She was sure there was some mistake and Addie would help her make sense of the boy's accusations. Or, maybe protect her from him. He didn't look like a serial killer but one could never be too careful.

“Sit down young man, now first, tell me your name and why you think my brother is your father.”

“My name is James Robinson. My mother is the former Helene Simpson. My understanding is she and your brother met when he attended school in Plattsburg. Mother grew up in that town. They fell in love but your brother's family wouldn't allow them to marry because my mother's kin were not included in the Social Register of Philadelphia.”

“Well, there you are. My brother was in Plattsburg years before you were born and I'm sure he has never been back there. You couldn't possibly be his son.”

“That wasn't the only time they met. Just about 20 years ago, your brother was attending a business meeting in Albany. My mother's family had relocated there several years before. Mother had not married after her relationship with Neville ended. They ran into each other and what began as an innocent encounter resulted in my birth nine months later.”

“I don't understand, if your mother wasn't married at the time, who is this man who you call your father?”

“Chester Robinson was a very kind and loving man. He passed away about six months ago. Before he died he told me he wanted me to know the truth about my roots. I know he loved me as though I was his own flesh and blood. He knew my mother would never face the shame she had always felt after her tryst with your brother. Mother never stopped loving Neville and from what Chester told me, he had never forgotten her. They met and one thing led to another. I must give Neville credit for telling Mother he was engaged to be married. I don't remember Mother ever imbibing in spirits, but according to Chester, she and Neville toasted his upcoming nuptials with champagne. I'm sure you can imagine that one thing led to another” James said with a reddening face.

“Oh dear, Neville does have his flaws, but I can't imagine he would leave a young woman in that kind of a predicament and continue on with his life as though nothing happened.”

“He did contact Mother after that but she was so ashamed of what she had done and she knew she would never be accepted into the Merryweather family. She refused his letters until finally he gave up and stopped writing. Mother confided in Chester and he insisted on marrying her and claiming me as his son. Luckily, I was a very small baby and no one suspected I wasn't Chester Robinson's biological son or that I was conceived out of wedlock.”

Millicent remembered her brother mentioning a young woman named Helene. She also remembered her father was vehemently opposed to the pairing. She even remembered Neville remarking how regretful he was for not fighting to be with the woman he loved so many years ago.

“I do believe you are telling me the truth James. Your father lives in Greensboro. You have two sisters. Melanie and Melinda. They are lovely young women. I know them well enough to know they will welcome you into the family. However, Neville's wife, Prudence is a different story. I'm not sure how to approach this but if you are in agreement, I would like to telegraph my brother and ask him to come to Camden Corners to meet with you here. You are welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms until his arrival.”

“I would like that very much. I would also like to get to know my Aunt Millicent a little better. You have been kinder to me than I deserve after barging into your home as I did. I'm still in a bit of shock knowing I have a family I've never met.”

Millicent gave her nephew a hug and showed him to one of the guest rooms before she donned her coat and hat and summoned her carriage to take her to the post office to send a telegram to her brother.

Neville Merryweather was finishing up some paperwork on his desk when his secretary knocked on the door with a telegram in her hand.

Neville was on the next train to Camden Corners the words of the telegram still in his head. Remember that son you always wanted? He has finally arrived and is occupying my guest room. His mother is the former Helene Simpson and he is the spitting image of you.

Millicent's Dilemma

Millicent's Dilemma

Millicent Merryweather Stout had never been happier. Her new domestic helpers, Addie and Leo Schmidt brought a ray of sunshine into the old mansion she had called home since the day she was born many years ago. Grady and Elizabeth Murphy were frequent guests along with half the residents of Camden Corners. Millicent enjoyed the visitors. She had been a bit standoffish in the past. The Merryweathers were brought up to believe they were higher in station than the rest of the town and never socialized with their neighbors other than civic affairs. Addie and Leo were delighted with their new home. Leo kept busy with many projects around the mansion while Addie cooked and baked up a storm. She was worried that Millicent was painfully thin. She was determined to fatten her up.

Mr. Harvey from the bank arrived one afternoon. Addie welcomed him into the parlor but Millicent said she had a headache and wouldn't be able to receive him. Addie was suspicious since Millicent had been joking with Leo just moments before Mr. Harvey arrived. He thanked Addie and left in despair. His next stop was at the Crowley Law Firm. He was hoping to catch Oscar in his office and was glad when he indeed was there.

“Oscar, I have been hoping to avoid this conversation but I have no where else to turn. Millicent Merryweather Stout is on the verge of bankruptcy. That mausoleum she lives in has eaten up all the money left to her by her father and her husband. I have tried talking with her about it several times and she either ignores me or refuses to see me. Oscar, I am at my wits end. I know how much she respects you and I was hoping you would be willing to reason with her about this matter. I'm afraid we will be forced to take legal action if we cannot come to an agreement.”

“I've often wondered how she was able to keep up with that old place. Cyrus Merryweather was in over his head when he built the house years ago. I know the Stout fellow poured money into the property when he was still alive. He mentioned one time that Millicent refused to consider moving out of there. I'll go with you to talk to her. Maybe we can convince her it is time to sell but I doubt it. Would you mind if I stopped by the antique shop and asked Nettie to come with us. She has a way with people and it might help to have a woman there to soften the blow.”

Nettie was distraught to hear her friend may be forced to leave the only home she had ever lived in and was happy to accompany her husband and Mr. Harvey.

Millicent knew she had no choice but to listen to Oscar and Mr. Harvey tell her she couldn't afford to live in her home any longer. As much as she tried to ignore her predicament, she had expected this day to come eventually.

After greeting the Crowleys and meeting Mr. Harvey, Addie and Leo excused themselves to leave the guests alone with Millicent.

“No, please stay. This is your home too and I want you to be aware of what is happening. Please, Addie, Leo, sit down while these fine people tell me I have to leave my home.”

Mr. Harvey explained in detail how much it was costing Millicent to keep the house running and how little was left of her inheritance.

“Millicent, it pains me to tell you this but you simply do not have enough money to keep this house going.”

Nettie spoke up. “Millicent, tell me, do you ever use the main floor of your house? I know whenever I have visited you I have always come through the back door and up the stairs to the second floor. You seem to have plenty of room on this level including a very nice roomy kitchen.”

“Oh yes, there are several guest rooms that we never use. Even when I was a girl we rarely spent any time on the main floor. Mama and Papa would open the ballroom several times a year but I don't give fancy parties. Mr. Stout was unlike Papa in so many ways and never cared for large gatherings. He much preferred to entertain company here on the second floor.”

Oscar could tell by the look on his wife's face that she was the perfect person to have along. Nettie Crowley could always come up with a solution to any problem it seemed.

“Nettie dear, I can tell you are forming a plan in your head. Why don't you share your idea with us.”

“I'll have to check with Emma and Lily, but they have been talking about opening another location for their goods. They are running out of display area in the shop. I wonder, if you would be willing to rent out the first floor for that purpose.”

“You mean having a shop on the first floor where people would actually come in and purchase goods?”

“It was just an idea, Millicent.” Nettie said afraid she had offended her friend.

“And a wonderful idea, Nettie. Oh Addie, wouldn't it be delightful to have people coming and going each day? When can we talk to the girls to see if they would be willing to go along with the plan?”

“Mr. Harvey, just how much money do I have left? I will need it to set up the business. Now if you will excuse me, I have some planning to do. Oscar would you be willing to help me with that end of things. Nettie, I would like it if you would come to the third floor with me. I think I have a few things that would be appropriate to sell in the shop. Oh dear, I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe we should speak to the Crowley girls first.”

Addie had never seen Millicent this excited. She was getting into the swing also. She and Leo would be able to scrub and shine the old ballroom. She had only been down there one time but she remembered there were heavy dark curtains on the windows. She would wash them all by hand and pull them back to let the sunshine in. The enormous kitchen could be renovated slightly to make it into a cozy dining area serving breakfast and lunch. Addie's mind was twirling. She felt ten years younger than she did just this morning.

Emma and Lily were receptive to the idea immediately. “Nettie, this is like a dream come true. That old house is the perfect place for an antique shop. What would we ever do without you?”

The young ladies left Ethel and Jonas Fulbright in charge of the shop as they made their way to Millicent's home. Millicent was on the wrap around porch waiting for them as they approached the house.

“Lily, this porch would be perfect in the summer to serve lemonade and cookies in the afternoon. I think we would be able to get a dozen small tables and chairs out here.” Lily nodded in agreement.

They walked into the large foyer picturing at least fifteen pieces fitting in it nicely. Next was the ballroom. The girls had never seen anything quite this beautiful before. The draperies had been pulled back to let the sunshine in. Lily imagined the drapes had been closed for years and that helped preserve the old mahogany floors and even the wallpaper. Off the ballroom were several smaller rooms that had been used as dressing rooms, a library and study. Emma counted ten fireplaces in all. The kitchen was enormous with several wood burning stoves. The equipment was in top shape but may have to be replaced for efficiency.

The girls were delighted with the Merryweather location and would have their husbands draw up the paperwork. They were also pleased that Millicent was interested in lending her hand with the shop. She and the group rode the elevator to the third floor. Addie had never been to that floor and Millicent couldn't remember the last time she was here herself. They stepped off the elevator and everyone gasped. Never had Emma seen so many treasures in one place and she had seen a lot. There was row after row of fine old furniture, lamps, vases and figurines in the main room.

“Mama liked to shop and Papa could never deny her anything. What she couldn't fit in our home she would store up here until she needed it. I don't remember her ever using any of these things.”

“Millicent,” Emma said honestly “You could sell some of these things to pay your taxes on the house and still have money left over. You wouldn't have to turn your house into an antique shop.”

Emma felt disappointment but couldn't let things progress any further until she made Millicent understand by selling these treasures she would be able to keep up with expenses on her own.

“Oh but Emma, I want to open a shop downstairs. This old house has been full of life since Addie and Leo came to live here. I never did like knowing that big space downstairs was empty when it's main purpose was to welcome joyful party goers. Mama enjoyed her shopping expeditions so much I'm just sure she would be happy to have others enjoy picking out their favorite pieces from her collection up here. Honestly, I had no idea there was quite this much.”

Work began on turning the first floor of the Merryweather mansion into Looking Back Antiques II. It became known simply as Merryweather's before too long. A visit to the original Looking Back Antique Shop always ended with a stop at Merryweather's. Some of the village teenaged boys were hired to haul the many items from the third floor to the first. With just a few alterations, the shop was ready to open for business. The kitchen and dining room required major remodeling but that was something Leo and Jonas thought they would be able to handle on their own. Before they knew it they had helpers from all over town. The men and even some of the ladies were glad to help out. It gave them an opportunity to see the inside of the Merryweather mansion. For years they could only imagine what it was like inside. Cyrus Merryweather didn't spare any expense when he had the dwelling built. They were to discover the inlays in the tiles were not merely gold in color, they were solid gold.

The newest treasures being stored in the third floor rooms had been purchased before Millicent's mother passed away over 50 years ago. Most had been new at the time but had been kept in the closed up rooms without ever being used. They were all in excellent condition but not true antiques. These pieces were moved to one of the many rooms off the main showroom. Each room had it's own theme, a young girl's room, a young boy's room, a sewing room, a dining room, parlor, guest room. Once a piece was purchased there were many more to take it's place. As with the original antique shop, the prices were very reasonable which was one reason for its enormous success.

After many days and nights of labor, the doors of Looking Back Antiques II were opened to curious lookers and anxious buyers. Browsing was encouraged in both shops even though no purchases were made. Millicent was happy to greet each and every customer. She began to really know the people in town. For years she had been known only as the rich woman who chaired the Ladies Auxiliary and seemed to make all the decisions concerning the social activities of the community. Millicent insisted she wasn't too old to learn new ways and her best teacher was Addie Schmidt. Addie had a knack for remembering everyone she met and also knew each of their children and even their dog's names. She loved people and it showed. Millicent was learning to listen and even though she had to write down names for future reference she was beginning to show a sincere interest in her neighbor's lives.

Millicent and Addie were admiring the just completed dining room of Merryweather's. They had tables and chairs all in place and were selecting vases for the center of each when the bell rang indicating a customer.

Millicent greeted the young man who looked vaguely familiar to her.

“Good morning and welcome to Merryweather's. I am Millicent Merryweather, I don't believe you are from this area? Is there anything in particular you are looking for?”

“Yes, Aunt Millicent” replied the young man. “I'm looking for my father, Neville Merryweather.”

Addie appeared from the dining room just in time to see her friend collapse onto the ruby red Queen Anne Fireside chair.