by Rosie Clarke
Rainy Days for the Harpers’ Girls
It’s war boys!
Rosie Clarke
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
More from Rosie Clarke
About the Author
About Boldwood Books
1
Could it really be almost two years since Harpers Oxford Street Store came into existence? Ben Harper opened one eye and watched as the wife he adored eased herself up from the sitting position she’d assumed on the floor. Sally had taken up a form of yoga to calm herself and bring health to her and her unborn child, due sometime in the first weeks of June that year, and, at first amused, Ben now enjoyed watching her as she breathed deeply and performed the gentle exercise routine she’d set for herself. She was so beautiful, the line of her arms serene and elegant as she went through the positions she’d taught herself from her library book. His wonderful Sally, the wife he’d never thought could be his, and now his reason for being.
Married the previous September, it was early March 1914 now and they’d been man and wife for nearly six months. She’d fallen for their first child soon after their wedding and was blossoming with every day that passed. Ben knew that he was fortunate to have her and, although the thought of being a father scared him, it also thrilled him. He would have his own son or daughter to follow on and inherit the store one day. Ben was filled with a desire to make Harpers the most magnificent emporium in London’s wonderful Oxford Street. Life was so good it terrified him, because he couldn’t believe his luck would last.
Sally had reminded him three weeks ago that the second anniversary of the store’s opening was coming up that month. Not that Ben had forgotten, but he’d let her think it, because he knew she had so many plans and he’d wanted to hear them. She and Marco, their talented and brilliant window dresser, had been planning the windows in secret for weeks.
A slight frown creased his brow, because he wasn’t sure his artistic friend had yet recovered from the loss of his young lover and companion, Julien. Theirs had been a deep and close relationship and Julien’s death was a tragedy. The more so because it was caused by a father whose pride wouldn’t let him understand that his son was different – and that was all it was really, Ben thought. Julien’s father had let his old-school morals and fear of scandal overrule his love for his son and now bitterly regretted it, though he blamed Marco. Ben wanted to shake the man and make him see sense, make him forget his stiff-necked pride, but he supposed that the family reputation would not allow it. If Julien’s father admitted the truth, then he must take responsibility for his son’s death.
Yet why had his prejudice caused him to ruin both his son’s and Marco’s lives? Ben pondered the question. People were not the same to look at, so why should they feel the same when it came to falling in love? Attitudes were changing and many would no longer condemn such a love, no longer see it as black and white. Ben did not understand why Marco had loved a young man rather than a girl, but he knew that love was real – as real as his own was for Sally. To lose Sally would leave Ben feeling empty and devastated and he knew Marco had suffered terrible agony and remorse over Julien’s death, blaming himself, though it was not his fault but another’s. Ben respected Marco both as a professional and as a person and he’d done his best to help his friend in every way he could since the tragedy that had devastated his life. Marco was quietly carrying on, living with dignity, his deep grief hidden from the world but there to see when you looked into his eyes.
Sally was standing now and looking down at him in the bed, her dark hair slightly longer than usual, with the morning light highlighting the hints of red as it waved on to her shoulders. Ben’s gaze dwelled on the curve of her stomach and he felt a surge of love and pride. It was his child she was carrying – a boy, Sally said, though she had no way of knowing, but for Ben, Sally was usually right. Her advice concerning the store was always good and, so far, she hadn’t put a foot wrong. Her own departments were the most successful, but trade was steady throughout the store and Ben had been busy with his own plans of late, secrets he hadn’t yet told his wife, because he needed to be sure and he wanted them to be a surprise. When he’d first heard that the tobacconist next door to Harpers Emporium, was to be sold he’d taken the first opportunity to view it. Although not a large property in itself, its relatively cheap price meant that he could just afford to buy it and expand the departments. Sally thought they needed bigger shoe and lingerie departments and Ben wanted a toy department as well as a confectionary hall and a florist. He’d already had meetings with the district council about the change of purpose for the flat above the tobacconist’s shop and it was there he would put the confectionary, next to the florists. The toy shop would be in the old shop, once it had been opened out, with as little disruption as he could manage. Sally could take the middle floor for whatever she wanted, when all the building work had finished. She was keen to build up her cosmetics department by importing some of the wonderful perfumes, creams and other toiletries that were becoming all the rage in New York.
Would she be pleased with her surprise or annoyed that he hadn’t told her of his plans? Ben hoped it would be the first and felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t shared earlier. He held out his hand and she took it, sitting on the edge of the bed and bending down to kiss him. She smelled gorgeous, of some soft flowery perfume she said she wanted to stock in the shop. Made by Yardley, now of Bond Street, London, the toilet water was an English product and well established. Sally had tried the whole range and approved it before ordering: soaps, talcum powder, bath salts and a light cologne for the store. Ben liked it too, thought it was very Sally and encouraged her to buy everything. He wasn’t sure how well it was selling yet, but he’d seen the discreet and pretty display on the ground floor, together with some special creams his sister Jenni had sent over from Elizabeth Arden’s store.
‘What are you thinking?’ Sally asked suddenly. He realised she was looking at him intently, a hint of mischief in her face. ‘You’re hiding something – I know it. Is it to do with the anniversary of the store?’
‘In a way,’ he said and laughed up at her. ‘You read me just like a book, don’t you?’
‘No, but I know when you want to tell me something and can’t…’
Ben laughed and caught her, bringing her down to him for a lingering kiss. ‘We opened two years ago in March 1912 and now it’s March 1914 – and today I sign for the premises next door to Harpers, which will give us over two thousand extra square feet of selling space…’
‘You got it!’ Sally gave a squeal of pleasure and flung herself on him, hugging and kissing him. ‘I was sure you were trying for it,
but you didn’t even tell Mr Marco or Mr Stockbridge…’
‘I wanted it to be a surprise for you,’ he said and grinned as he sat up and brought his long bare brown legs from the bed. As he stood, he towered over his wife by a head and shoulders, strong, confident and full of life. ‘I know you want bigger lingerie and shoe departments. I’ve planned for a confectionary hall and a florist upstairs and a toy shop on the ground floor – you can use the middle bit as you like…’
Sally nodded. ‘Lovely! I think florists and confectionary yes, and I knew you wanted the toy department – but I think that should be on the top floor.’
Ben’s eyebrows rose but he didn’t contest her statement, waiting for the explanation he knew would come.
‘Because mothers and fathers will take the lift up for their children’s gifts but flowers and sweets are often impromptu purchases and should be within easy reach.’ She looked at him thoughtfully. ‘Belgian and Swiss, of course, but I think we should try to find sources nearer to home, too – someone that is selling something different and special, and needs more exposure and would be glad to get a large order from Harpers…’
‘And I suppose you already have an idea about that?’
Sally nodded, eyes sparkling. ‘I just might…’
‘What would I do without you?’ he asked and nodded. ‘As usual, you’re right, Sally. I was thinking of the children eager to dive in to the toy shop – but you’re the sensible one. Mothers and fathers who can afford it will spend the earth on their children and taking the lift to the top floor is nothing.’
Sally nodded and rubbed her swollen belly gently. ‘You’ll do anything for your children,’ she said lovingly. ‘Sweets are often for a loved one, but sometimes just because you want to treat yourself and no one will bother with the lift then, even if they are delicious – you do mean them to be extra special, I hope?’
‘I certainly do,’ Ben grinned. ‘Belgian chocolates, handmade and packed in paper cases and fancy boxes. That’s the way to sell the finest chocolates, I believe, do you agree, my love? Beautiful chocolate cakes and fluffy meringues too – and some of the children’s favourites, like burnt toffee pieces, coconut ice and pear drops… big jars of them that the children can purchase two ounces of if they want.’
‘It all sounds wonderful,’ Sally said. ‘It makes my mouth water just to think of it. I’m so glad you managed to get the extra space, Ben…’
He watched as she moved away to take off her silky dressing robe, which she’d worn to do her exercises, and replace it with her delicate lingerie and a smart black dress with a white lace collar and a loose jacket that discreetly covered her bump.
‘Are you going into work today?’ he asked. ‘I thought we might go somewhere special for lunch to celebrate?’
‘Yes, we could easily do that,’ Sally agreed. ‘I have two appointments early this morning and then I’ve finished for the day. We might try that new restaurant of Mick’s…’ She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. ‘He sent us an invitation for the opening… I think I put it on your desk somewhere.’
‘Yes, I saw it,’ Ben said and nodded complacently. He’d been jealous of her Irish friend, Mr Michael O’Sullivan, at one time, but he now needed no convincing that Sally loved him and only him. ‘All right, we’ll go there if you like…’
‘It’s just a suggestion,’ she said and her eyes teased him. ‘Are you going to stay there all day and watch me?’
‘I was enjoying the view,’ he said. ‘My appointment with the solicitor is at eleven this morning. I’ll pick you up at twelve thirty at the store and you can tell me where to go.’
‘I’d better book to be on the safe side, because Mick’s restaurants usually get busy…’
Ben nodded, making for the bathroom as his wife finished dressing. Mick was becoming quite the businessman. He owned a half share in three restaurants now and they had all been reviewed in various newspapers and magazines as being good food at sensible prices and he was about to open a fourth. Mick was clearly bent on becoming successful in his own way. However, he’d sent flowers and chocolates to both of them at Christmas and Ben had sent him an invitation to the event he was holding at Harpers on its second anniversary. They were both of them businessmen and it couldn’t hurt to keep in touch. It was always better to make friends in business rather than enemies. Sally had told him how Mick had helped her when her friend Sylvia had been in trouble; it hadn’t completely erased Ben’s jealousy but it had subdued it.
Selecting a pale blue shirt and a deep blue tie to match with the navy pinstripe suit he’d chosen, Ben smoothed back his dark hair, straightened his tie and then picked up his wallet and keys. He actually had two appointments that morning, not one – and the second was one he had no intention of telling his wife about just yet…
Sally spoke to the two representatives one after the other. Both were exactly on time and she gave each of them sizeable orders for leather handbags and a variety of silk scarves.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that she had an hour before Ben was due to pick her up and decided to make a tour of the various departments, starting with the men’s before coming down to the ladies’ fashions and then her favourite: hats, bags, gloves, scarves and jewellery.
Sally reflected that she’d always thought fashions were her favourite area, but since she’d been the buyer for Harpers, she’d discovered a love of beautiful jewellery and quality bags. Also, it was where she’d begun her career at Harpers and where her friends worked; at least, Beth and Maggie still worked there. Rachel was now the official floor walker – which meant she toured each floor of the store in turn, watching out for anything out of place or needing attention. If any of the staff had a problem, they could consult Rachel and she would either sort it or take it to Mr Stockbridge, the store’s general manager – though Rachel often brought little things to Sally, because she would solve it quickly and without fuss.
‘Poor Mr Stockbridge always seems to be up to his eyes in advertising accounts, staff requests and stock lists,’ Rachel had confided in Sally once. ‘He probably needs his own secretary, but Miss Summers does yours and Mr Harper’s work as well as his…’
Sally had taken her hint and interviewed a few girls from the agency, picking a young woman to help her and promoting Miss Summers to be Mr Stockbridge’s assistant, which meant grateful smiles all round.
Sally thought Ben had been catapulted into running the store before he was really ready. When his Uncle Gerald had died a few weeks before Harpers was due to open and bequeathed partial ownership to Ben and his sister, it had cast them into a crisis of funding. It was left to Ben to finish setting it up as best he could and perhaps a few corners had been cut, resulting in the staffing being less than adequate. Then, before Ben could get things moving, tragedy had struck and he’d been forced to return to America to sort out the personal grief of his sick wife. No one had known that he’d been supporting her for years in a hospital, where she was kept alive only by the excellent nursing he’d paid for until her death, which had in the end been a relief for her.
During his absence, Sally, Mr Stockbridge, Mr Marco and the various department heads had somehow managed to keep the store afloat and make a small profit. Ben’s sister Jenni had contributed to this success with her experience and encouragement, but it had been a difficult time and could have resulted in the store’s collapse.
Ben had returned to London once he’d cleared his affairs in New York and his presence had made a huge difference, not just to Sally, though his whirlwind courtship had swept her off her feet, but to the store. Since then, more girls had been taken on, and Fred Burrows had two younger men working under him in the basement. Stanley Kirk was in his thirties, strong and energetic, able to heft the heaviest of boxes with ease, and young Luke Redding was sixteen, willing to learn and a bit on the cheeky side. Even so, there were times when they were rushed to keep up with restocking all the departments. Goodness knows how Fred had managed alone! If Ben’s
new departments were to work, Harpers would need more staff, in the basement as well as on the floors.
The wage bill was already huge – together with lighting, heating, stock, insurance and taxes, it took a small fortune to keep the store solvent. Sally knew they were very fortunate that they didn’t have to pay rent and owned the building – but would Ben need to borrow to fund the new space?
She shrugged off the slight worry. Finance was Ben’s department. Sally didn’t ask and she didn’t interfere. Although she believed that he didn’t have a great deal of cash to spare, he was always generous to her, buying her small gifts and taking her out for meals. As yet they hadn’t been away for one of the foreign holidays Ben had promised her, but that was due to her being busy and carrying their first child. Sally had kept remarkably well, apart from a small amount of sickness in the first weeks, but the doctor had advised her not to go on long journeys either by car or train. She was just over six months into her pregnancy now and expected the birth in late May or early June.
‘Your ankles have swollen slightly,’ the doctor had told her when she last visited his practice. ‘Nothing to worry about – and much better to keep active than to sit about. Go for walks rather than sit at your desk, Mrs Harper…’
‘Yes, I shall,’ Sally had said and she’d walked to the library and taken out the book on yoga, which she did regularly each morning now when she rose. The exercise helped to ease any aches in her back and it made her feel calm; the swelling had not got any worse.
