“Hang onto me, Sadie! Hang on as tight as you can!”
Jessie could feel Sadie’s hands tighten on her dress, and Jessie held Sadie with her free arm as tightly as she could. The open space they were in was quickly filling with dust, making it harder to breathe. Jessie climbed as best she could with her feet against the wall of the mine, and hung onto the rope with her free hand.
The slit in the roof was growing dimmer and dimmer, until suddenly two hands came through it and grabbed Jessie’s wrist.
“Pull!”
Jessie screamed as she grasped onto Sadie even tighter. Then, all at once, they were out and on the grass. Harold and Ellie were both on top of them, crying and thanking Jessie for what she had done, and embracing Sadie and telling her that they loved her.
Jessie pulled out of the mess and sat back, in shock over what had just happened.
Chapter 8 – Home At Last
Jessie sat next to the fire with a cup of warm coffee in her hand. The three children were asleep in the wagon, and Ellie had just returned to the fire from tucking the children in for the night.
Harold and Jessie sat silently, watching the fire leap and crackle into the night air.
Finally, Harold spoke.
“I owe you a huge thank you, Miss Krane, as well as a huge apology. I have to say that I misjudged you, and I am very sorry for that. The fact of the matter is you saved my little girl today, and that is something no ordinary person could have done. I don’t care what I said before, you are going to make a fine mother.”
Jessie listened to what Harold said, then she shook her head.
“I am glad I was able to help, but I’m not going through with the wedding. I can’t do this. That was the most terrifying thing I have ever done, and I know I can’t raise a little girl.”
Jessie took a drink of her coffee, then watched the warm liquid swirl about in her cup.
Ellie finally spoke.
“Now you wait just a minute. You are a hero, Miss Krane. A real life hero. There isn’t another person on this planet that could have been the right person to go into that mine today after Sadie, and I think God knew that. That is why He had us run into you when we did, and that is why He is sending you to this little girl now.”
Jessie sat silently for a moment, thinking. Her own mother had often told her God had a plan for her life, and He always put her right where He wanted her. Somehow, deep down inside of her, she suddenly felt a spark.
“Do you really believe that? Do you think God wants me of all people to be the one for that family?”
She looked at Harold and Ellie both, slowly watching them to make sure they were serious in what they said. Both of them nodded, and Ellie smiled.
“Without a doubt. God doesn’t make mistakes, Jessie. It was no mistake you were hear with us today, and it certainly isn’t a mistake that you are going to be in Wyoming tomorrow.”
Jessie didn’t say anything, but slowly finished her coffee. Harold changed the subject to a lighter story, and they chatted on, well into the night. After the fire finally died down and Jessie retired, she spent a very long time looking up at the starts, thinking.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe God really does want me to go through with this. What’s the harm in checking it out anyway? I can meet them tomorrow, and see how I feel about it then. If it seems like the right thing to do, I’ll do it.
“This is it!”
Harold pulled the wagon to a stop outside of a general store, and Jessie peeked out from behind the wagon curtain. She scanned the people on the walkway, and in an instant she spotted Thomas and Olivia.
“There they are! Oh, thank you both so much!”
Jessie offered to pay them, but Ellie and Harold refused.
“My dear, you have done more for us than we ever can for you. Now you go over there and meet your new family.”
Jessie thanked them and dropped to the ground, pulling her trunk behind her. She left it on the ground in front of the store, and made her way through the crowd to Thomas and Olivia. They didn’t see her at first, as they were expecting her to arrive on the stage, but suddenly she caught Thomas’s eye.
A smile broke across his face, and Jessie’s heart melted. She didn’t know what came over her, but all of her doubts were suddenly erased. She could see that right here in front of her was the man she was meant to marry. The man she was always meant to marry. Everything about him seemed so right.
Suddenly, he looked down, and pulled on the hand he was holding. Jessie suddenly remembered Olivia, and smiled as she kneeled down. Olivia was even cuter than she expected, with long brown curls framing her face. Jessie could see that she was timid, and her heart sank.
She held her arms out to Olivia, hoping the child would come over to her. Olivia slowly made her way through the swirling skirts, keeping her hand in Thomas’s and the other hand behind her back. They stopped a couple feet from Jessie, and Thomas let go of Olivia’s hand.
Olivia continued to slowly walk to Jessie, and stopped right in front of her. She touched Jessie’s brown hair, and held it against her own. Then she felt Jessie’s dress, and looked her full in the face. A smile slowly broke across the little girl’s face, and she pulled her hand out from behind her back.
There, in her small fist, was a tiny little bundle of wild flowers. Jessie gasped when she saw them, and smiled at Olivia.
“Are these for me?”
She asked softly, and Olivia nodded. She threw her arms around Jessie, and Jessie rose to be embraced by Thomas.
“At last! Now my family is complete!”
Thomas held both of his girls in his arms, then Jessie pulled back.
“Do you want me to be your mom?”
Olivia looked serious for a moment, then she nodded.
“I think we will make a wonderful family.”
She put a hand in Jessie’s and her other hand in Thomas’s, and started to hum a tune. Jessie and Thomas chucked, and Thomas leaned over and gave Jessie a kiss.
As the headed to the church, all the doubt was gone from Jessie’s mind. She knew that no matter what happened, she was now home. This was her family, and she belonged here.
Nothing was ever going to change that.
The End.
Cowboy For Christmas
Mail Order Bride
CHRISTIAN MICHAEL
Bianca Cassidy tried to put on a brave face for the well-wishers in the receiving line. The shock was only just starting to wear off. As much as she tried to control them, her eyes kept straying to the two large wooden caskets lined up neatly beside each other. And the small one next to them.
God, what am I going to do?
“Thank you for coming, Mrs. Casey. I really appreciate it.”
“Oh my dear! You poor thing!” the little rotund woman sniffled into her lace handkerchief. “To lose your family like this!”
Yeah, you’re really not helping me out right now!
But of course, she couldn’t say that out loud. Bianca just nodded and hoped her smile didn’t appear too pinched. She wished it was over. She was ready to go to her room and shut the door and bury herself under her covers.
An orphan. That’s what I am now. And I don’t even have Little Betty anymore. And those two vultures! How dare they just waltz into our house like they own it and think to stay! Oh for shame!
Her aunt, Jessy and her greedy cow of a husband, Gerald, had moved into her house like they owned it, without so much as a by-your-leave. When her parents were still living Jessy and Gerald wanted nothing to do with them, believing themselves too good to mess with “common-folk” like May and Jim. But all that had changed when Papa had been lucky enough to strike a line of gold in the mines just two months ago. Overnight their fortunes had changed and there was now talk of getting an education for Bianca – and a good husband- and raising Little Betty up right and in style. Her parents were generous souls who gave to everyone in need in the town, even when they had little. When they became wealthy, they gave ev
en more generously than before. Everyone loved them.
When Jessy and Gerald heard of the news, they had become like flies in honey with mama and papa. And the poor souls had swallowed their sap, never questioning why the two vultures were all of a sudden proud to call them family. Bianca knew better. She also knew that Jessy and Gerald would soon try to marry her off to some poor fellow far away so they could keep all the money for themselves. She had heard them talk about it just the night before.
At twenty-one, Bianca knew that she was pretty much on the shelf. When they were poor, no man wanted anything to do with her even though she was widely regarded as a beauty. When they became rich, all the eligible men began to flock to their door. But Bianca refused to let her head be turned by some man who was just after her new money. She was a practical soul. She knew that they did not truly want her. And as soon as she realized Jessy and Gerald were planning to stay, she had gone to Mama’s hiding place and took the “rainy day” cash the woman had stored in the little cubby under the floor. She hid it in her bodice and sneaked to her room; there she was astonished to find four thousand dollars in her hands. It was more than enough to last a life-time if she was careful. She could even live a little lavishly if she wanted to. Bianca had furtively hidden the funds in the bottom of her trunk under some old papers so that no one else would ever be the wiser.
Now as she stood with Jessy and Gerald at the funeral, she was glad that she had taken the money when she had. No doubt, the Vultures would go through the rest of Mama and Papa’s money in no time at all. And their plans for Bianca probably did not include any mercy or generosity.
I wish they were still here. Oh why did you even have to go to that place, Papa?! If you hadn’t, all of you would still be here now.
When Papa had struck gold in the mine that everyone had thought to be useless and dry, he had gone out and bought it that same day. Since no one knew the value hidden in it, he had gotten it for the price of dirt. Then, when he began to mine the gold, the cave’s value had soared and many people wanted to buy it from him. Rather than selling, he instead took up position as an overseer of the mines and hired others to do the work for him.
The day Bianca saw him for the last time, he had gone over to speak to the foreman about opening up another cave, connected to his own, that had just been discovered. Mama and Betty had gone with him because they were going to go shopping later for the annual town Fall Picnic and Dance. Bianca had opted to stay home because of a headache.
When she woke up from her noon nap, and discovered no one was home, she decided to go to town herself to join her mother and sister in shopping. On the way, she saw several people milling towards the mines on the edge of town. When she heard the dreaded words “cave in” fall from the lips of several people, she had thrown caution to the wind and made her horse gallop there a frenzy.
Everything was still a blur in her mind. The only thing she remembered clearly was seeing Papa, Mama and Betty lying prone and lifeless on the ground and Dr. White’s old and cloudy blue eyes misting with tears when he saw her. Bianca didn’t scream or cry or anything. She had slowly and unsteadily made her way over to them. She sank to the ground and placed her head and arms on Papa’s chest for the last time and lay there until the undertaker came to take them away.
Now here I am. All alone. Without a clue what to do.
The funeral was over; the crowds were gone. The bodies of Mama, Papa, and Little Betty had all been laid to rest in their graves. She was back home, in her room. And the Vultures were downstairs. Bianca slowly pulled off her clothes and dressed in her regular woolen dress and stockings before getting into bed. She needed to sleep. When she woke, she would face her future again.
That evening, Jessy, Gerald and Bianca all sat down for dinner. Jessy rang the bell for the servants to bring in the food. It was an aspect of life Bianca was not used to. Even after they had money, they lived humbly. Mama had hired a maid to help her cook and clean but she had also done a lot of the work herself. And she served the food to her family by herself as she had always done. Jessy though, loved to play Lady of the Manor. She lorded herself over the maids and demanded that they wait on her and serve her. Gerald had already set plans in motion for a contractor to come and discuss building a grand home for them because he absolutely refused to live in the “hovel” that Papa had built with his own hands, any longer than necessary.
Over dinner, Jessy pushed some ads under Bianca’s nose.
“Here, Be-Be dear. Take a look at these. Gerald and I think it is high time you are married. Why you are twenty-one now – almost twenty-two! You are an old maid and no one here wants to marry you – trust me, we asked – you’re too old for their tastes.”
Bianca nodded silently. She refused to rise to Jessy’s baits. What was the use anyway? The two of them wanted to get rid of her and marriage would be an opportunity to escape. As she perused the ads, she saw that they were all for mail order brides.
It’s not enough that I be married, they want to ship me across the country!
“We hired an agent to help you select a man,” Gerald said as he wiped his chin of gravy. “He will be here tomorrow.”
Select a man? As if I am choosing a horse?
“You should be grateful, girl” he continued. “We’re settling quite a sum on you – one hundred dollars, in fact – so that, if you’re lucky, your age won’t be too much of a deterrent.”
If you’re lucky, you mean? If I am out of the way, and some other man’s property and burden, you will have free access to Papa’s money after all.
Bianca smiled calmly, but inside she was seething.
“When will this agent be coming by?”
“He will be here tomorrow morning” was Jessy’s reply.
“Then, if you will excuse me,” Bianca said, pushing away her plate -she suddenly did not have much of an appetite - “I will like to get an early night and go through these ads before he comes.”
Mr. Renault, a wiry man, appeared at the front door at the stroke of nine the next morning. Bianca swallowed her nervousness and rose from the settee to greet the man as he was shown in by one of the new servants. She waited patiently while Jessy gushed over the man before inviting him to take a seat.
“Now, Ms. Bianca, your aunt here tells me you want to be a mail order bride on the frontier. That’s very courageous of you. Very courageous. We need young women like you to stand up with those brave men to settle the new lands we have acquired. ‘From sea to shining sea’ indeed!”
Bianca smiled politely and murmured what she hoped sounded like an agreement.
“Yes,” Mr. Renault coughed into his palm, “let’s begin then, shall we?”
As he spoke, the man began to place several small photographs on the table, explaining a little about each man: where they were, what they did, what kind of woman they were looking for and so on.
Many of the men were downright unpleasant to look at. Even through the black and white photos it seemed like some of them had never seen bathwater in their lives! Others were old enough to be her father or worse, grand-father. There was even one family looking for a young bride for their seventeen-year-old son! There were only three men in the stack of some fifty photos that were even mildly attractive. Of the three, only one, at twenty-seven, was close to her age, and that was the man she chose. His name was Jonah Cassidy.
At least I won’t have to change my last name. I will always be Bianca Cassidy.
But there was no other term for the entire charade. It was a business transaction pure and simple. The man was willing to pay one hundred and twenty-five dollars for a suitable bride – according to the agent’s discretion – to be paid to the family of the bride for the “loss of their daughter”. The agent would be paid the hundred dollars that was to be her “dowry” and Jonah Cassidy would gain a wife.
And, dear Lord in heaven, I have gained – perhaps “been saddled with” would be more appropriate – a husband.
Jessy told the agen
t that Bianca would be ready to leave in two days’ time and would arrive in Louisiana in two weeks.
Two days?! That’s all the time I get?!
The two days flew by in a whirl. Bianca packed everything she wanted to keep in her trunk, including a doll that belonged to Betty, and May’s porcelain hair combs, an anniversary present from Jim, which she had gifted to Bianca on her eighteenth birthday (because eighteen was the traditional age for young women to marry). She also took Jim’s Bible; it was old and worn and well-loved. He had read from it, for them, every night after dinner and had counseled the family on how to live according to it.
Jessy had refused to allow her to buy a few new articles of clothing, stating it was a waste of precious money. Apparently though that thought had obviously not crossed her mind when she bought a small hat with ostrich plumes on it that very morning for an exorbitant amount of money. Bianca was instead left to mend some of her old and torn petticoats by the light of a candle.
She now regretted putting off buying new clothes when May had told her to. At that time, what she had suited her just fine. But Bianca found herself wanting to look a little nicer for when she met her new husband to be in the hopes that this match which started out as a business transaction would become much more. She found some old clothes in May’s trunk which fit her and decided to take it because if it was altered properly, it would look almost newly fashionable.
Friday came and Jessy and Gerald loaded Bianca onto the train with as much tender loving care as they would show a sack of potatoes. Luckily some of the neighbors and friends were there on hand and treated her much more caringly. They wished her all the best and stuffed her hands with as much tiny packages of food as she could carry. Bianca hugged everyone, even Ms. Casey, with genuine warmth. She was really going to miss them. When the whistle blew the warning signal, Bianca boarded the train with a little anxiety in her heart. She knew she was saying good-bye to her girlhood for the last time. It was time to face the new chapter in her life.
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