Her father’s face flushed and he took a sip of water before speaking again. “Elizabeth, I didn’t ask you to move back. But I would like for you to come home for a visit soon.”
“It is hard to get away from work, Papa.”
“Surely you could come there for a weekend, same as I’ve come here.”
“Maybe one of these days, Papa.” Elizabeth was afraid to go back to Boston for a visit—afraid he wouldn’t let her return. And yet, she was a grown woman, he couldn’t keep her under lock and key forever.
“Perhaps we could go together, Elizabeth,” her aunt offered.
Elizabeth flashed her a look of gratitude. If her aunt went with her, she’d make sure they both came back to the city. She nodded. “Perhaps we can plan something.”
“Good. Let me know when and I’ll make plans for entertaining the two of you when you come. Just don’t wait too long.” He glanced from one to the other, looked down and then added, “Please.”
Elizabeth’s heart softened toward him. She couldn’t remember him ever saying please to her. She had a feeling her aunt had been coaching him, or maybe he’d actually changed since she moved to the city.
“We’ll plan it and let you know the date, Charles,” Aunt Bea said.
“Thank you. I’ll look forward to your visit. I’ve several people I’d like you to meet—”
“Now, Papa—”
“Elizabeth, I didn’t say marry, although there is one young man I think you might actually like and I’d like you to meet him. Just meet him.”
“It certainly won’t hurt to meet an eligible young man, will it, Elizabeth?” Aunt Bea asked, looking at her, as if imploring her to agree and not cause a stir. Her father was here only for the night and Elizabeth supposed she should give in. After all, it was her aunt’s home and she was the one who helped enable Elizabeth to live the independent life she loved. “I suppose it wouldn’t, Aunt Bea.”
But she certainly didn’t have to look forward to it. Still, for the moment her words seemed to pacify her father and he went on to change the subject. She breathed a sigh of relief and joined in the conversation.
* * *
Just as dinner at Heaton House was finishing up the next evening, Kathleen O’Bryan, one of Elizabeth’s dear friends and a fellow boarder, leaned toward Elizabeth and said, “I’d like to speak with you and John after dinner, if you have time. We could go to the back parlor if it’s all right with you.”
“Oh? Have you made some decisions about your wedding?” Kathleen and Luke Patterson had announced their engagement a few weeks earlier and Kathleen had asked Elizabeth to be her maid of honor and help her plan the wedding set for September.
Kathleen laughed and shook her head. “You know I wouldn’t do that without your advice, Elizabeth. No. It’s about a couple of buildings I ran across that are in deplorable condition.” She leaned forward to bring John into the conversation. “I thought you and John might want to work together to find out who owns them, maybe write an article or two about them at some point.”
John raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth. It appeared he wasn’t any more enthused at Kathleen’s suggestion than she was. Work together? He thought her writing was fluff and she thought he was just too full of himself.
Still, Elizabeth was curious to hear what Kathleen had to say. She was the liaison for the Ladies’ Aide Society, in helping find families who were in need of the child-care homes they’d recently started.
“I’ll be there,” Elizabeth said. “But I can’t answer for John.”
“I’ll be there, too. The boss seemed to like the articles about the child-care homes you and Luke suggested I do, Kathleen. And while he hasn’t taken me off the high society affairs completely just yet, he’s letting the new guy cover some of them.”
“Oh, I know you’re going to miss all of those, John,” Luke said from the other side of Kathleen.
By the grin he flashed, Elizabeth could tell that just as she did, Luke knew how John felt about having to cover what he considered soft stories as opposed to the hard-hitting ones he chomped at the bit to do.
Mrs. Heaton pushed away from the table, signaling the end to dinner and John pulled Elizabeth’s chair out for her, as Luke did the same for Kathleen. The other boarders headed for the big parlor while the two of them followed Luke and Kathleen to the smaller parlor at the end of the hall.
After they all had taken a seat around a small table in the middle of the room, Kathleen wasted no time in letting them know of the derelict properties she’d run across in the course of her job. She handed them pictures of the two buildings from the outside.
“I was about to take pictures of the hallways and stairways in one of them when the landlord came out and told me to leave. He wouldn’t give me any information about the owner of the building and with the work I do to try to help tenants get out, I didn’t want to make things hard on any of them. But I know there are children living there and there’s broken glass from some of the windows in the hallways,” Kathleen said. “That’s dangerous.”
“We’ve reported it to the authorities, but whether that will help or not is anyone’s guess,” Luke said. “And Kathleen is in and out of that area so much, I don’t want her in danger from what she sees and tells us.”
“Don’t worry about that, Luke,” John said. “We won’t tell where our information came from.”
“I know you won’t.” Luke put a protective arm around Kathleen.
“I hope the articles you’ll both write will bring the kind of attention that will make the owners clean up these places. You won’t believe it until you see them for yourselves.” Kathleen handed them the addresses of both buildings. “You will do it, won’t you? With articles in both the Tribune and the Delineator, word will get out to more people and surely something will be done.”
Elizabeth glanced at John. Working with him was the last thing she wanted to do—he had a way of irritating her on a good day. And he didn’t look any happier than she felt at the prospect. But she couldn’t tell Kathleen no. The woman had been through so much living in those tenements and now she was working hard to help others get out as she had. There was no way she could refuse to do what her friend asked. She nodded.
And she had no doubt that John would accept. It was a chance to further his career—even if he had to have her tagging along.
“Want to check them out in the morning, Elizabeth?” John asked.
“Might as well. What time?”
“Let’s go right after breakfast.”
She nodded. “That’s fine with me.”
“Oh, thank you both!” Kathleen gave Elizabeth a hug. “I know your stories will make a difference.”
“That’s what we’re hoping for,” John said.
Elizabeth couldn’t back out now. No matter how much she might want to.
Chapter Two
Elizabeth’s alarm clock jarred her awake an hour earlier than usual for a Saturday and she fumbled to quiet it so as not to awaken the whole floor. After the meeting the night before, she, Kathleen and the other women boarders had stayed up much too late poring through magazines and patterns for wedding gowns, finally narrowing down Kathleen’s favorites to a manageable number. Hopefully they’d trim down her choices more in the next few days.
She threw off the covers and hurried to freshen up in the bathroom she and Kathleen shared. After dressing in a plain shirtwaist and skirt for the trip to the tenements, she hurried down to breakfast, yawning as she entered the dining room. Julia Olsen, who worked at Ellis Island, was just leaving for work.
“See you at dinner,” she said as she walked out of the room.
“Good morning, Elizabeth,” Mrs. Heaton said. “You’re down earlier than usual today.”
“Good morning! Kathleen wants John and I to check out some buildings this m
orning for possible articles and we’re leaving right after breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m glad. Something must be done to get those landlords to take care of those dilapidated buildings.”
Elizabeth chose a muffin from the sideboard, along with a couple of pieces of bacon and some fluffy scrambled eggs before taking her seat at the table.
Saturdays were always more relaxed than workdays or Sundays when everyone was on their way to work or church. The boarders came down at different times and lingered at the table a little longer. This morning John entered just as she took her seat.
“Good morning,” he said as he began to fill his plate. Ben and Matt entered behind him.
John slid into his seat beside her. “I’m surprised to see you up so early. I heard you women laughing when I went downstairs last night.”
“We did have a good time. What did you and the men do?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh, we played a few games, talked about the building Matt is working on and finally got bored with our own company and called it a night.”
“I’m still not sure why all this secrecy about the wedding dress is necessary,” Luke said from across the table.
“Missed Kathleen, did you?” Elizabeth asked.
Kathleen and Millicent Faircloud, one of the new boarders, entered the room just then and Elizabeth thought once more of how blessed she was to be living at Heaton House. As an only child with a father who was out of town often and only a housekeeper to look after her, she truly felt as if she were part of a big family living here.
“What’s all this I’m hearing?” Kathleen asked. “If it makes you feel any better, Luke, I missed you, too.”
That seemed to settle the man down and he smiled at his fiancée as she took the seat he pulled out for her.
Talk turned to the nice weather they were having and the Independence Day celebrations planned in the city the next month. As always there was much going on—parades, picnics and fireworks.
“There is much to choose from. But we really ought to go on a picnic while it’s still fairly cool,” Mrs. Heaton suggested. “Why don’t we go this coming Saturday, if the weather holds up?”
“Oh, I love the sound of that,” Millicent said. “I’d like to get photos of all of you at the park.”
“It’s about time we had some new ones made. But we need to include you and Matt in some. Maybe we can get a passerby to take a few.”
“That’d be nice.”
Everyone seemed excited about a trip to Central Park.
“It should be lovely this time of year. Just about everything has bloomed now,” Mrs. Heaton said.
“If your garden is any indication, there will be roses everywhere,” Elizabeth said.
“I think we should all take another trip to Coney Island and go swimming before long,” Ben suggested. “That might be something to think about for Independence Day. And you know they set off fireworks on Manhattan Beach on that day, too.”
“Most of the parks will have bands playing patriotic music, too. We’ll just need to figure out what it is everyone most wants to do that day and do some planning,” Mrs. Heaton said.
“That’s a good idea. We’ll have to see what we can work in,” Luke said.
“Sounds good to me, too,” John said. The clock in the foyer chimed the hour and he leaned near and nudged Elizabeth’s shoulder. “You about ready to go check out those buildings?”
“Anytime you are.”
“Let’s go, then.” He pushed back his chair and stood. “Let us know what you come up with for Independence Day.”
Luke nodded from across the table. “We will.”
“Where are you two off to so early?” Millicent asked.
“We’ve got some investigating to do,” John answered.
“Oh, I see. Well, if you have any need for professional pictures to be taken...”
John had just scooted Elizabeth’s chair out for her to stand and he turned to the other woman. “You know, Millicent, we may just call on you if we need to have photos taken. What do you think, Elizabeth?”
“I don’t know. Photographs might help.” Elizabeth didn’t mention that she had a camera she could take. She wasn’t really very good at photography and it was Millicent’s career, and she was just starting out here in the city. Still, she felt John had put her on the spot and it irked her a little.
Millicent nodded and smiled. “I hope you can use me. I need the work and the exposure, you know.”
“We do,” John said. “But we couldn’t pay you. That would only come if the Tribune or Delineator wanted to use them.”
“I understand. I don’t have a problem with that.”
“I suppose you could tag along.”
“Maybe we should take a look and make sure we have the right buildings before we waste Millicent’s time,” Elizabeth suggested.
Millicent’s smile disappeared and she shrugged. “I’ll be around this morning. I can meet you there if you need me.”
Elizabeth sighed inwardly. What was wrong with her? If she didn’t know better she’d think she was jealous. But she liked Millicent. She was very nice and she did need the work. If they did an article and used her pictures, she’d make money. “You know, on second thought, why don’t you go get your camera and come on with us now?”
“Really?”
“Yes, but hurry,” Elizabeth said. She didn’t look at John for fear he’d see that she really didn’t want the other girl to go with them. And she wasn’t even sure why. She had little time to think about it, though, as Millicent was back downstairs in a flash, camera in hand.
“You know, I’m not sure taking your professional camera is a good idea,” John said. “We really only need some snapshots and we don’t want to alert the landlords to what we’re doing right now.”
“Oh, well, I can go get my Kodak. Will that work?”
“That will be fine.”
Elizabeth sighed as the other woman rushed back upstairs.
* * *
“What’s wrong? Don’t you think a smaller camera will be better?” John asked.
“I do. But I have one. I could snap the pictures.”
“Oh... I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I can tell Millicent we don’t need her. I should have—”
“No—we can’t do that. Not after telling her she could come. It will be fine. I’m just a little out of sorts this morning. I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep.”
“Maybe not. At any rate, I shouldn’t take my mood out on Millicent or anyone else.”
“It’s all right. We all wake up on the wrong side of the bed occasionally.” But John couldn’t remember when he’d seen Elizabeth in a bad mood of a morning. She was usually sunshine and light. Maybe it was lack of sleep, but he couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened at her aunt’s. She hadn’t seemed quite the same since she got back.
He wanted to ask but had a feeling she wouldn’t like his prying and he really couldn’t blame her. Still... “If there’s anything you want to talk about, I’d be glad to listen.”
An odd look passed over Elizabeth’s face and she opened her mouth—
“I’m back,” Millicent interrupted the moment.
Elizabeth’s mouth clamped shut and John felt let down. For a moment he was sure she was going to say something, but Millicent’s arrival quickly put a stop to it before it could happen. Something was bothering Elizabeth and it wasn’t just an out-of-sorts mood. But he wasn’t sure what to do about it. And at the moment there was nothing he could do.
“Let’s go, ladies.” He motioned to the door and followed them outside. It was a beautiful early summer day, blue sky overhead with only a few puffs of white cloud. They took the trolley past Gramercy Park over to Second Avenue and then to Ei
ghth Street. The tenements weren’t pretty—especially compared to the neighborhood they lived in. All the buildings were pretty much the same, made of brick with stoops out front and most from six to seven stories high. But he knew the outside of them was deceiving—it was the inside that varied and most were in bad condition.
He didn’t like taking Elizabeth and Millicent there, but the cause was important and he’d learned long ago that Elizabeth had no qualms about going into the area. It had been obvious she had empathy for the poor from the first time they’d come here together to help Kathleen move. Was she born with it, or did it come from something in her past?
He’d known her for three years now, yet she remained an enigma. He felt he knew her better with each passing day, but he also felt that what he didn’t know about her far surpassed what he did. There was something about the woman that fascinated him and yet he was certain Elizabeth Anderson was far out of his reach. Not that it mattered. He’d learned his lesson about giving his heart to a woman the hard way and he had no intention of letting it happen again. Ever.
Still, he considered Elizabeth a friend and—
“Is this the address, John?” Elizabeth had stopped in front of one of the buildings.
“I think so.” He pulled the paper Kathleen had written the address on out of his pocket. “Yes, this is one of them. I’ll take a look.”
The building looked much the same as the others on the block—until he entered. The foyer said it all. The paint was peeling, the lights were dim with dust and the smell made John want to gag. He backed out of the doorway and turned to the women.
“No need for you ladies to come in. It’s no place for either of you.”
“If you can stand it, surely we can, too,” Elizabeth said. She and Millicent pushed their way around him to enter, and quickly grabbed their noses as they looked around.
“If the manager lets it look like this on the ground floor, what must it be like upstairs?” Elizabeth asked.
“If we want to know,” John answered, “now would be the time to find out. No one has come out to see what we’re up to yet. Are you up to it?”
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