by Sky Winters
Eleanor nodded and gathered up the wool. She was going to need to send this in to have it turned into yarn. For the time being, she would be content simply for having the necessary wool. With Alexander gone, she went back into the house and tidied up, starting with the kitchen. After making and eating breakfast, he had not exactly bothered to clean the mess that was left, so it fell to her. She tossed the egg shells into a trash bucket and cleaned the counters and the table with some soap, marveling at it. She would have to ask him what his soap was made from because it smelled absolutely divine to her.
After she cleaned the kitchen, she moved onto the living room, straightening up a stack of newspapers that sat on the table. The newspapers reminded her of the place where she and Alexander had met. She wondered if he had sent in an advertisement for a mail order bride. Oh, she hoped that he would be successful! The experience had been unfortunate for her, but that did not mean that it should be for him as well.
She wondered what sort of girl he fancied for a wife. He was probably interested in someone who would be able to help him with the farm and keep the home looking nice. He needed someone like Eleanor but more experienced. She was not going to flatter herself for one second and think that he could find what he wanted with her. They were only friends, and he had to show her much of what was needed to be done around the barn. A farmer obviously wanted a farmer wife. That went without saying.
But then she thought about his dimple and the sweet, pleasant way he spoke with her. Maybe she was not the sort of woman that he wanted, but he was the sort of man she could learn to love. She could respect a man who worked as hard as he, while remaining perfectly kind and courteous. Eleanor daydreamed about such a man. She had sent off a letter in hopes of marrying a wealthy gold miner, but now she found herself standing in the middle of Alexander’s living room, clutching a rag to her face and sighing wistfully as she thought about him.
Alexander returned from the town after an hour, clutching a stack of mail in one hand and a little, brown-wrapped package in the other. He smiled as he looked around his farmhouse. “Eleanor?” he called. He set the letters down on the coffee table in the living room, glancing at the newspapers in the process. They reminded him of the way that he and Eleanor had met. Last night had been humiliating for a number of reasons, but he was grateful that it had ended up leading her to that sweet, shy girl. If she was a little older, maybe, and a little more used to farm life, she might have fit his description of the ideal bride and made him run back and cancel his advertisement. But he supposed that it did not matter if she was his ideal woman. She was his ideal friend.
Right now, he could not find his ideal friend, though. “Eleanor?” he called again, more urgently this time. He searched around the kitchen and looked out the window at the barn, but there was no lantern that was lit. She had left no note…
He went into his bedroom as one last place to look and found her lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with a rag clutched to her breast and a smile on her face.
CHAPTER THREE
Turnbull Strikes Again
Gently, Alexander shook Eleanor’s shoulder. “Eleanor,” he said. “Wake up. You’ve fallen asleep.”
She yawned and sat up, looking at him, embarrassed. “So I have… I’m so sorry. I came in here to clean and must have gotten drowsy.”
He chuckled. “It’s all right. I could not find you for a while, so I am glad that you were safe this whole time.” Smiling as Eleanor got off the bed and tidied up her dress, he handed her the brown package. “This is for you,” he said.
Eleanor took the present, surprised and blushing. “Thank you. What is it? You didn’t have to get me anything!”
“I saw it and I thought of you,” Alexander said. “Open it.”
She pulled at the twine on it, and then carefully pulled back the paper to reveal a lovely purple dress. It was much nicer than the one she was currently wearing, because she mostly made her clothing or had it made for her by one of her textile coworker friends. She grinned at the dress and tears came to her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she said, gasping. “Oh, but I shan’t wear this when I’m working. It’s too pretty. I don’t want to wreck it.”
Alexander chuckled again and nodded a little. “You don’t have to wear it when working. You can save it for when we go into town together.”
“You want to go into town with me?”
He found her amazement that he would want to spend time with her endearing. “Yes,” he said. “I haven’t just brought you back to my home with the intention of making you my slave. You are my guest and my friend. While you’re in Grass Valley, I want you to enjoy it.”
Touched, Eleanor took the dress and, after thanking him several times again, she brought it to the barn to safely tuck it away by her bed. After such a terrible arrival the night before, she was beginning to feel more at home. She was so grateful that she had found Alexander and had had not been totally thrown off by her awkward introduction to him.
After the dress was carefully put away, she went back to work, cleaning out the barn and feeding the animals. Meanwhile, Alexander set to work going through his mail. He had a lot of bills to pay. He wished that his mail included some letters from prospective brides, but he knew that something like that would take time.
He wondered if the lady that he found through the mail order bride service would be quite as touched by little gifts as Eleanor was. He smiled, thinking about how happy he had made his new friend. Thinking about how much she had obviously struggled, he vowed that he would make life on the farm with him a much happier existence.
When all the work was done for the day, Alexander went out to the barn. “If you are not too exhausted, would you like to come along with me into town for dinner?”
She did her best to hide her excitement at the invitation. After all, they were friends so it made sense that he would want to spend time with her outside of working on the farm. She was pleased that he wanted to be seen in public with her. “I would like that very much,” she said.
Since going out to dine was not a part of work, Eleanor took a bath and put on her new dress. Alexander grinned at her when he saw her in it. “I should buy you dresses more often,” he said. “I was not sure at first, but that really suits you.”
Smiling back at him, she twirled so he could get an even better look at it. He offered his arm to her and they went out to catch a carriage and ride to town like a proper couple of friends. Friends, she emphasized to herself. Don’t you dare get used to this. As soon as the bride offers come in, he will not be so willing to spend time with you.
The option was there for her to put in an advertisement for a husband as well, but she did not trust that service anymore. She wondered if it would be better for her to try her luck at meeting someone in person, organically.
Before they went into a restaurant, Alexander ended up taking her into a dress shop. She gazed in wonder at all of the different styles and colors, feeling too bashful to just help herself to any of them.
“I can’t ask you to keep buying things like this for me,” she said. “I appreciate it, I really do, but I really would be happy making my own clothing as well as yours. I can practice making things for myself.”
He bought her a yard of cloth instead, for the purpose of making some clothes. It was a plain linen color, but they would be able to dye it later if they so decided. She thanked him for listening to her thoughts and being receptive to her wishes.
Then, they went to a nice tavern that served some hot meats and soups. She felt a bit overdressed for the restaurant that largely catered to ranchers and miners, but she also felt pretty and she told herself that she deserved to feel that way.
“I feel like I am the only girl in town,” she told Alexander with a smile.
He laughed softly. “You’re not far off. That’s why there is a mail order office in town. So many men around here are looking to start a family, but most of the women who are not already married are on the other side of th
e country.”
That made her feel kind of bad. She thought that it must be lonely if you were living out there entirely by yourself, with no one to love and share in your affection. She wished more than anything that her response had been to a man like that, who was desperately seeking someone to have a family with, not some horrid man who was only after the money that could be found.
Danny Turnbull was a snake who was not a gold miner – he was a gold digger. If she ever saw him again, she would call the police on him. She hoped that she never saw him again, and that he was not continuing his awful business of tricking innocents into trying to help him.
Not wanting to waste any more thoughts on that man, she smiled at Alexander. “I wonder how many men in town would be interested in meeting me in person instead of sending away for a bride.”
“Are you kidding?” he said with a laugh. “Every man in here would want you to be his wife. You just…” He blushed. “Well, you probably appear to them as though you are my wife.”
She laughed a little, nervously. “Ridiculous.”
He laughed, too. Did she detect some nervousness in his laugh as well? Once dinner was over, she took his arm again and they walked out to the street to find a carriage to bring them home. While they looked, a man in black came up to them and Eleanor gasped. It was the horrible man from the train station!
She clutched Alexander’s arm and whispered. “That’s him!”
Danny Turnbull was still dressed in his black get-up with the mask over his mouth. She knew him on sight. She could tell that he was sneering at her again underneath the handkerchief on his face. He was brandishing a gun, which he pointed at both her and Alexander, going from one to the other so that both of them would feel threatened.
“Give me your valuables,” he said in a voice that was more like a snarl.
There was no one else around them on the street at that moment. Eleanor had a flashback to the night he had stolen her things and she felt like she might faint at any moment. To her surprise and relief, Alexander produced a small revolver from the pocket of his jacket. He pointed it back at Danny Turnbull with his finger on the trigger. “This was a bad idea, sir,” he said. “Darling, this is the man who attacked you the other night?”
Eleanor blushed and nodded. She was scared of Danny and his gun, but she knew that she would be safe with Alexander. Oh, but she hoped that they would not come to blows right there in front of her! If that happened, she surely would faint.
Biting her tongue so she should not shout and scare either of them into shooting, she watched as Danny slowly lowered his gun, obviously frightened by the closeness of Alexander’s revolver to his face. “Steady,” he said.
“Eleanor, get into this carriage,” Alexander said, keeping his eyes on Danny Turnbull as one approached far up the road.
Eleanor looked from the carriage to Alexander. She didn’t want to leave him alone with the evil Danny Turnbull. Something awful could happen to him. But she did not want to go against his wishes and stay, or be around that dangerous man anymore. She got into the taxi and rode back to the farm.
She waited in terror for what felt like hours, sitting up on the couch because she was too frightened to go out into the barn. She did not feel safe without Alexander around, especially because she knew that the wicked bandit was still out there, prowling around.
Finally, when she had almost completely given up hope, Alexander came into the farm house. He looked tired, but otherwise no worse for wear. She rushed to greet him in the doorway, throwing her arms around him and giving him a tight hug. “I was so worried about you!” she cried. “What happened? Is that bad man gone for good?”
Alexander smiled a bit, glad to hug Eleanor. “I brought him to the police station,” he explained. “Luckily, it was not far from where we were standing. That Danny Turnbull is not the smartest thief, or he would know where the police are situated. I get the feeling he is an outlaw from another town who had moved on to this one.
Anyway, he is being held in the jail and he will not torment you any longer.”
He realized that he was gently petting Eleanor’s hair as he told her what had happened. Embarrassed, once he discovered that, he immediately stopped. He did not want her to get the wrong idea and think that he was being ungentlemanly toward her. He really did strive to do right by her. It was his hope that, someday, he could see her happily married to a man who would not hurt her but would make her happy for the rest of her life.
“Thank you for your bravery in stopping that man,” she told him. She did not seem at all uncomfortable by the fact that he had been petting her hair. If anything, it seemed to have had a calming effect on her.
“I only did what was right,” he said to her kindly. “Now, my dear, you should get to bed. It has become very late and there will be a lot more work to do tomorrow.”
Eleanor nodded, smiling at him. She gave his cheek a little kiss and turned to go back to her little room in the barn. She looked forward to another day of working with him, and vowed that tomorrow she would start working on a nice shirt for him that would pay him back for the beautiful dress and, more importantly, her life.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hemming and Hawing
Eleanor had sweet dreams, imagining Alexander as her knight in shining armor and going on adventures with him that took her away from the sad, lonely life she had lived before. In her dreams, she was free to imagine that he was her betrothed. In dreams, she could be completely happy with him and start a family and know that she was going to be happy and safe forever.
When she awoke the next morning, with the sound of the rooster, she was somewhat sad that her dreams were not true. Still, she was happy just to be on the farm with him and be able to somehow repay the man who had saved her and continued to keep her safe and employed. She spent all morning taking care of the sheep, cautiously feeding Eustice the cow and working on gathering the wool for the production of yarn. Once it was time for breakfast, Eleanor was starved for conversation and time with her favorite gentleman.
She prepared some eggs for them while she waited for Alexander to appear. He was running some errands in town, planning to tend to his garden of crops when he returned later that morning. When he finally arrived, he was carrying some mail and he had a big smile on his face. “I think I got some letters from some prospective brides,” he told Eleanor happily.
Her face fell. “I see,” she said softly. She did her best to put on a brave face and be pleased for him, but her chest hurt now as though her heart was breaking. “I am so happy for you,” she said, a bit more hollowly than she intended. She set a plate full of eggs and ham in front of him on the table.
Noticing her changed in mood, Alexander set the letters aside for the time being and focused on the breakfast she had made him. “Thank you,” he said to her, taking a bite. It seemed that there was no task that was too much for Eleanor. She could even make good meals! “What have you been doing while I was gone?”
Eleanor sighed a little, doing her best to mask it as simply a thoughtful sound, but Alexander already suspected her true feelings. He felt terrible for gloating about his responses, knowing that the poor girl had been left unexpectedly alone in this strange, new place. He wanted her to be happy with someone. He just did not know how to bring up the idea of her trying again. She did not trust the mail order office, and he could not blame her.
“I took care of the animals and got to work a little bit on the clothing,” she said. “But I should return to that.” She barely ate any of her breakfast, but set it aside on the table and turned to go back out to the barn.
Alexander watched her go, wanting to stop her but not fully knowing how. He did not know that she wanted to be stopped.
Eleanor went into the barn, talking to herself and the animals as though that was going to help her with her current predicament. It was crazy for her to believe that Alexander would want to marry her. After all, she had offered herself when he first walked into the mail o
rder bride office and he had turned her down. He was looking for a bride who was not like her. She thought that he most definitely would want to marry a lady who was used to farming. If not in California, then at least somewhere on the east coast. Eleanor was a factory worker, and not a particularly talented one at that, when she was being totally honest.
“I have made a complete fool of myself,” she sadly told the sheep. They chewed their straw, looking up at her with their rectangular eyes, not understanding her at all but seemingly happy to have her around.
Eustice the cow, on the other hand, always gave her looks as though Eleanor was going to break into her stall in the middle of the night and kill her. Eleanor wondered what the cow’s story was. In a way, she felt that they were a lot alike. Both of them felt like they must be constantly on their guard in case of attackers.
Eleanor wished that the cow could understand her. Maybe then they could be friends.
“How desperate am I?” she asked the cow. “I’m now so lost in the world that I’m considering cattle as possible friends.”
Sitting on her bed, she got to work on the shirt that she was making for Alexander. It was not much, just a light brown linen tunic, but she had done it herself so she figured that he would like it. Although the invasive thoughts told her that, now that he had some ladies who were offering to be his bride, he would not have time for the mousey girl he had rescued.
