He’d known she would think that. He’d known it. She who loved music so deeply couldn’t help but be moved by the sight of its physical form.
She traced her finger along the up-and-down pattern of the line that stretched the length of the entire page. “Does it say what sound this is?”
Joseph read the inscription. “It says this is a man’s voice singing ‘Au Claire de Lune.’”
“This is music, then.” She shook her head in amazement. “I have often closed my eyes while playing my fiddle and imagined the music as swirls of color and light. But I never knew it had a shape, an actual shape. If we could see it floating in the air around us, it would have a shape.”
“This shape, in fact,” Joseph said, a smile around the edge of his mouth.
They turned page after page, Katie watching in wonder, asking countless questions. Joseph read the inscription under each image so she would know exactly what she was seeing. How quickly she grasped a concept based in physics and mathematics having never studied either one. Here was one of many reasons he’d come to love her as he did. She had an intellect not only open to new ideas but eager for them and more than capable of learning anything she put her mind to.
“This is really for me to keep all for myself?” she asked before they had even reached the end of the book.
“Yes, it is. I wanted you to have something that you would love but not necessarily need.”
“I don’t understand.”
He didn’t entirely himself. “I just wanted to give you something that would make you happy.”
“It has, Joseph. It’s like holding a bit of magic.” She closed the book, running her hand lovingly over its cover.
Something about that set his heart pounding again. Perhaps because she’d liked his gift so much. Perhaps it was the sparkle of excitement and joy in her eyes. Maybe the grace of even her smallest movements.
He slowly, carefully, slid his hand over hers where it rested on the book.
“Thank you, Joseph. I will treasure this.”
He wrapped his fingers around her hand and pulled it to his lips. He pressed a quick kiss to her fingers. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
Katie sat very still, watching him. He couldn’t quite decide what expression she wore. Confusion. Enjoyment. Uncertainty. Pleasure. It was a mixture of all of those things. He waited for her to pull away or speak or let him know if the gesture was welcome.
She did nothing but sit frozen on the spot, her gaze never leaving him.
“Katie, I—”
A knock interrupted the words he’d not yet decided upon. Katie hesitated a moment.
“I should answer that.” Her voice was small, unsteady. Her eyes remained firmly locked with his.
Joseph nodded and released her hand.
Katie crossed to the door. Joseph hoped whoever it was would keep their conversation short so he could have more time with her.
But the moment she opened the door, he knew his time was over. A quick intake of breath preceded her happy cry of “Tavish!”
Tavish scooped her up, spinning her about. “Did you miss me, lass?”
For just a moment Joseph had forgotten that he had a rival for Katie’s affections, a rival with a prior claim. He rose as Tavish came in, nodding in what he hoped appeared to be unconcerned friendliness.
“Joseph.” Tavish held out his hand and Joseph shook it.
“Were your deliveries successful?” Joseph asked.
Tavish said they were. He didn’t seem overly worried about finding another man spending an evening with the woman he was courting. Either Tavish didn’t care as deeply as Joseph thought—something he doubted very much—or Tavish was confident in the strength of Katie’s regard.
Joseph bid them both good night. He received a sincere, if awkward, thank you from Katie. He nodded his acceptance as he slipped out the door.
He’d made progress that night and had some reason for optimism. But the end was far from decided.
Though failure was a very real possibility, he didn’t intend to lose without a fight.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tavish pounded nails into the cow stall he and Ian were repairing in Ian’s barn. While working alongside his brother once more was a relief, Ian wasn’t entirely his old self again. He moved slower and without the stamina he once had. Tavish wanted his brother back, whole again.
“How is your new addition coming along?” Ian asked, helping Tavish lift the next plank into place.
“It is taking shape at last. The work has been slower than I expected.”
“A great many things have been slower than expected lately.” Ian looked unmistakably frustrated.
“How are you doing, then?” Tavish worried for him. “You seem a bit better at least.”
Ian pounded in a nail, securing the plank. “Each day I’m a little improved, but I was no help at all during harvest. We lost a great deal of crop.”
Tavish knew that well, and he was sorry for it. Even with all the men in the O’Connor family working one another’s land, without Ian working alongside them, they’d not been able to bring in all the grain.
Ian set to sanding the top plank of the wall. “We weren’t able to make our full payment on the land,” he admitted in a quiet and frustrated voice. “Not even half the amount owed.”
“You’re not alone in that, brother. Hardly a soul in this valley made their payment in full. Times are hard for everyone.”
They worked in silence for some time. Ian’s thoughts were, no doubt, filled with his own worries. Tavish’s mind was full of Katie, as always. Seeing Joseph Archer with her the very night Tavish returned to town had left him worrying once more.
Joseph could give her more than a small room tacked onto one end of a very simple and humble house. Joseph could give her the finest home in all of Hope Springs. If she wished for it, he could give her the whole world.
Tavish could offer her very little.
“How’s our Katie holding up?” Ian asked without warning. “Has she heard from her father?”
“I don’t believe she has.” Indeed, Katie sometimes had such a look of sorrow in her eyes, the same sadness he’d seen there the day word had arrived of her father’s illness.
“Da has full adopted her, you know.” A quick smile crossed Ian’s face. Tavish was glad to see it. “He’s as protective of Katie as he ever was of Ciara and Mary. Whenever she comes ’round and Da is here, he asks how you’re treating her and how Joseph’s treating her and if she’s happy.”
Da asks after Joseph. Is there anyone who doesn’t realize I’ve lost ground to that man?
Tavish laid his hammer on the barn floor near his bag of nails. They were nearly finished with the stall.
Ian chuckled lightly, pulling Tavish’s eyes in that direction. Ian hadn’t laughed much lately. Tavish hoped it meant he was mending.
“Do you remember how frustrated Ciara always was with Da when he’d quiz her about her beaux?”
Tavish smiled at the memory. “Does Katie prick at it as well?”
Ian shook his head. “She only smiles and embraces Da as if she’s too grateful for words. A sweet woman she is.”
“You don’t have to convince me of that.” Tavish gave their handiwork a close inspection. The stall was sturdy. “We’ve done some fine work here, Ian.”
“We always were an impressive team, you and I. Well, mostly I, but you helped a bit here and there.”
Tavish shook his head and laughed. Here was yet another glimpse of the brother he feared he had lost.
“Isn’t this just like the two of you,” Biddy said from a few steps away. “Laughing when you ought to be working.” She smiled broadly as she came to where they stood.
Ian slipped his arms around her without a moment’s hesitation and kissed her soundly. Tavish wished he had received that kind of greeting from Katie when he arrived at her doorstep a few days earlier, but at least she had embraced him.
Well, I embraced he
r, but she didn’t object. She hugged me back right there in front of Joseph. That has to count for something.
What did he know of the workings of the female mind? Katie cared for him, he knew that much. He even believed she loved him. That did not, however, mean she didn’t have any affection for Joseph Archer. She might not be entirely sure what she felt.
Which doesn’t help my cause at all.
Biddy settled easily into Ian’s embrace and her gaze fell on Tavish. “’Tis your day for fetching the wee’uns.”
He had nearly forgotten.
There’d been a few scuffles between children in the schoolyard, and the preacher had asked that the children be collected at the end of each day by their parents or neighbors or family to ensure they returned home without getting themselves in fights along the way.
“I’ll come by your place tomorrow and help with your new room,” Ian offered.
Tavish gave him a firm nod of acknowledgment. He welcomed the help and the reassurance that Ian was recovering.
As he left, he saw Ian pull Biddy closer and press a kiss to her forehead.
That picture remained with him as he walked to town. Ian and Biddy had precisely the deep and abiding connection Tavish longed for. They completed one another, two halves of a whole. They found strength and comfort in the other. He wanted that for himself.
I think Katie feels that way toward me. But do I feel that way for her?
He nodded to his neighbors, gathered in town. The school days had been shortened. All the children left at lunchtime now; no more outside playtime, and thus no opportunities for fistfights behind the school building. The children left every day with somber faces and a look one would expect to see in the eyes of a caged animal. Tavish fully intended to let the children he’d come to collect run all the way down the Irish Road—they’d be restless after being kept inside all morning.
He stood among the other adults waiting for school to let out. Even now they were clearly divided. The Red Road parents stood by the mercantile; the Irish stood outside the smithy. Everyone’s eyes darted between the school and the rival gathering, discomfort and, in many cases, downright hatred in their expressions.
How have we come to this?
“Back inside, Paddy, where we don’t have to look at you.”
The sneering command from the gathered Red Roaders pulled all the Irish eyes in that direction. Katie stood on the mercantile porch with her broom in hand. Tavish took a step toward her, but Mr. Johnson appeared on the porch. Tavish worried he’d only cause her more trouble if he made a scene.
Mr. Johnson said something. Katie nodded immediately and stepped back into the mercantile.
The children began emerging from the schoolhouse. Reverend Ford dismissed the Red Road children first. They rushed over to their parents. When the Irish children were dismissed, they did precisely the same thing. Even with the two groups separated by the wide dirt road, the movement of so many bodies was chaotic.
Tavish craned his neck searching for his own nieces and nephews. He had Michael at his side first. His sister’s brood found him next.
“We’ll just stay a moment and make certain all the children have someone to walk them home, shall we?” he asked his charges.
They all agreed, though he could see the idea of standing still for any length of time was not their favorite suggestion.
As the crowd began trickling away from town, they were careful to keep to their sides of the road. Most people lingered outside their chosen business establishment, chatting with one another and listening to their children speak of their school day.
Tavish caught sight of Katie carefully weaving her way through the Red Road crowd, receiving glares and words of disapproval for her efforts. She kept her chin up throughout the ordeal.
“Katie!” a little voice called out. At the edge of the Red Road crowd, Ivy Archer pulled away from the grip of a woman Tavish recognized from church the Sunday before.
She was the Archers’ new housekeeper. The woman, as far as he’d been able to tell, didn’t smile, didn’t truly frown, and had very decided ideas about everything. Mrs. Smith had accepted the reverend’s odd way of introducing new arrivals in town. When told she would find herself best suited to the red side of the chapel as opposed to the green, she’d thanked him for his concern, explained that she was charged with the welfare of the Archer girls and, thus, would sit with them, and took her seat on the centered back pew with the Archer family. It was far from the reprimand Katie had given the preacher but, still, it was the second refusal to comply in as many introductions. Tavish had seen the confusion in Reverend Ford’s eyes and something like doubt creeping over his expression.
Katie was, at that moment, surrounded by Emma and Ivy Archer and, if Tavish was recognizing her correctly, the little Johnson girl. They stood in the middle of the road. Katie’s gaze shifted between all three girls as each spoke over the other. Her smile was genuine. Tavish couldn’t help a smile of his own.
“Shall we see if Miss Macauley wishes to rove home with us?” he asked his nieces and nephews.
They agreed and followed him as he moved in Katie’s direction.
“Mama will have warm cookies waiting,” the Johnson girl was saying. “I am sure she’d let us all have some.”
Katie, it appeared, was included in the invitation. Had she actually managed to be on friendly terms with any members of that family?
“’Tis a sweet offer, Marianne, but I’ve a great deal of bread to be cooking this afternoon. I have to rush home, I’m afraid.”
“That’s quite enough loping about, girls.” Mrs. Smith stood behind the Archer girls, her usual stern expression in place. “I have too much work to do to be standing here.”
“Couldn’t—?” Ivy bit down on her lip. “Couldn’t we—?” She didn’t finish the question.
Emma didn’t speak either.
Katie’s happy expression turned concerned. “The girls have been invited to enjoy some warm cookies with their particular friend Marianne Johnson. I believe they’re wishing to ask permission to accept.”
Tavish enjoyed seeing this side of her. She’d been so uncomfortable around the wee ones when she’d first arrived in Hope Springs. Her natural kindness had finally broken through the worry of uncertainty.
Mrs. Smith’s face didn’t transform in even the tiniest way. “I believe I already told the girls that it was time to go home,” she said to Katie. “Come along, children.”
“Yes, Mrs. Smith,” they said in near-perfect unison and followed their housekeeper down the road home.
Katie gave Marianne an empathetic look. “I am sorry your friends couldn’t stay for a bit.”
Marianne didn’t look devastated. “Mrs. Smith doesn’t work Sunday afternoons. Emma is going to ask her papa if she can come to my house after church.”
Katie nodded in approval. “A fine idea, that. I’d wager it’ll work perfectly.”
Marianne giggled and skipped off toward the mercantile, waving back at Katie as she went.
“You’ve made a fine friend, there, Sweet Katie.”
“Aye. Marianne’s a dear little girl.” She turned around to face him. “I saw you hovering about. Wondered if you meant to say good day to me or not.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.”
She looked at the children hanging about him. “Have you picked up a few strays?”
“Aye. No one wanted this scraggly bunch, so I’m taking them down the Irish Road to see if anyone’ll take pity on them and feed them lunch.”
Katie winked at his niece Margaret. “I can think of a couple houses where I imagine they’d be welcomed.”
Margaret giggled. “Ma’ll let us in.”
Tavish set his features in an expression of dawning understanding. “Then I suggest we take you there first.”
“Excellent idea,” Katie said.
“Come on, Uncle Tavish,” Margaret pleaded. “Can’t we go yet?”
He motioned them off. �
�But don’t get so far ahead you can’t hear or see us, understand?”
They nodded eagerly and began walking quickly up the road.
Tavish offered Katie his hand. She took it, and they followed after the children.
“So what did you do at work today, Sweet Katie?”
“Mr. Johnson had a fancy word for it, but mostly I just moved things around. What he thought would sell more during the winter was moved out onto the displays. The things he thought wouldn’t sell much until next summer I moved into the storeroom.”
’Twas no wonder, then, she looked so tired. “That is very demanding work.”
She tossed him a saucy look. “Oh, I’ve muscles enough for it, I assure you.”
“If only I could convince you to come move things about at my house.” He spoke as though it was entirely a jest, but having Katie at his home, and not at all as an employee, had been on his mind a great deal lately.
“I’ll not undertake putting your place to rights, Tavish. I’ve heard whispers up and down the road that you’re tearing things apart over there. You’ve some great secret project going on, I’m told.”
His neighbors were likely saying that very thing. The Irish took great delight in pulling stories the way others pulled taffy. “’Tis no great secret. I’m building onto my house is all, adding some extra space.”
“I don’t believe that boring explanation for a moment. You’re digging a tunnel to the ocean or something, aren’t you?”
He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh. You’ll give away my dastardly plan, you will.”
Her smile of amusement set his entire day to rights. He slipped his hand free of hers and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to his side as they walked.
“Do you know where you ought to dig that tunnel to?” Katie went on.
“Where?” ’Twas a fine thing to have her at his side again.
“I’ve heard tell that north of Belfast there is a place where the rocks are tall towers, with sides fitted together like puzzles. Thousands and thousands of them all pressed together.” Her expression was distant and longing. “I always wanted to go there, to see if it’s as amazing as it sounded.”
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