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Copyright 2019 by Kirsten Osbourne
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A ndrew Dawson walked into his house at the end of a long day, thankful that Miss Pickering would have supper on the table when he got there. The young woman did everything she was supposed to do in a timely mannermainly because she was afraid of her own shadow. She was the most ridiculously frightened woman hed ever had the misfortune to have working for him, but she did her job, and that was all he needed from her.
When he walked into the kitchen, the sight before his eyes shouldnt have startled him, but it did. There was flour coating every surface, including the floor. It must have been at least a twenty-five-pound bag.
His angelic daughters were nowhere to be seennot that he had angelic daughters. They were truly more demonic than anything else, but he didnt like to say that aloud. There was also no sign of Miss Pickeringand no sign of food.
Is anyone here? He was hungry, and after working for more than twelve hours, there should be food waiting for him.
Miss Pickering magically appeared from her quarters right off the kitchen. She was covered in flour from head to toe. Apparently, his daughters had ghosted her. Usually they did that when they were ready to get rid of a housekeeper, but hed thought they were getting along well with Miss Pickering. I would like to request a ride to the train station, Mr. Dawson. I can no longer work under these circumstances. It was the first time shed met his eyes in the three weeks shed worked there. Finally, shed found her spine when she was ready to quit.
Andrew sighed. As soon as hed seen the flour, he should have known, but somehow hed been optimisticridiculouslythat she would stay on. Yes, of course. Do you have your things? He wanted to suggest she take a bath first, but hed done that with the first housekeeperwas that really only a year ago?and shed spit in his face.
Ive packed, but Ill collect them now. She stomped off into her bedroom, flour flying in every direction.
Where are my girls? he called after her.
Ive locked them in their rooms where they cant get into any more mischief.
Andrew sighed. He should let them out to clean up the mess, but... theyd want to go into town with him, and he wasnt about to reward their behavior. His sweet Marie had always been so much better at telling them no than he was. Hed let them out after Miss Pickering was gone. Hopefully he could find some canned goods at the mercantile while he was there. Miss Pickering hadnt ever been good with the girls, but the woman could cook. Now they would have to go back to beans.
She didnt speak on the entire drive into town, and he wasnt surprised. Shed already spoken to him more that day than ever before. The woman was simply not comfortable around men. At least thats what hed surmised. She had never said anything about it.
As soon as hed stopped the wagon, she jumped down and ran from him, her carpetbag in hand. She had lasted an entire three weeks, longer than any other housekeeper.
He went into the mercantile and nodded to the owner, Jonathan Snow. I need to send a telegraph to the domestic agency.
Jonathan shook his head. Sorry, Andrew. They said that there would be no more women sent out if this one left. The older man scratched his head, thinking. The latest paper just came, and theres an ad for mail-order brides. If you were married to someone, she couldnt run off.
Is there a way to telegraph this place? Andrew knew they couldnt go long without help. His daughters would destroy everything.
Jonathan shrugged. Ill try.
* * *
Caroline Casey walked to Rock Creek Road to speak with Mrs. Elizabeth Tandy, a skip in her step. She went to church with Mrs. Tandy and had just discovered what the other woman did for a livingshe was a real live mail-order bride matchmaker! Caroline had always longed for the romance of being a mail-order bride. Her parents thought she was crazy, but they hadnt denied her. Theyd never denied her anything.
There had been many suitors there in Beckham for Caroline, but shed rejected them all. None of them were the romantic figures of her dreams. No, she needed a real live hero who would sweep her off her feet and make her feel as if her insides were tingling. No more of the boring men in Massachusetts. There had to be exciting men out west somewhere, just dying for a woman to make their lives complete. She would be that woman!
She knocked on the door, which was answered by Mr. Tandy. Hello, Miss Casey.
Mr. Tandy! I was hoping to speak with your wife. Im in need of her matchmaking services.
The blond man nodded once. Yes, of course. Come in. He led her back to the last room on the left. Elizabeth, Miss Caroline Casey is here to see you.
Elizabeth smiled. Its good to see you, Caroline. Please, have a seat.
Caroline hurried to the sofa and sat down. Shed never been in the Tandy home before, but it was bigger and more beautiful than shed dreamed. I want to be a mail-order bride!
I had a feeling youd come see me. Elizabeth leaned forward as much as she could around the baby she was carrying. Why do you want to be a mail-order bride? Theres hard work at the other end of this journey.
Oh, thats fine. I like to do hard work. Caroline didnt spend five days a week volunteering at an orphanage because she was lazy. I like the romance of it all.
Elizabeth frowned. Im not sure youre going to find romance as a mail-order bride. Most of these men are looking for someone who is willing to help them build up a farm or a ranch. Someone who will take care of their children.
I can do those things! I promise you, Elizabeth. This is what I want!
All right. Let me think about who is right for you. Elizabeth sat in concentration for a moment. I got a telegraph from a man desperate for a bride just yesterday. Let me pull it out. Bernard was able to investigate him by telegraph, and he has an impeccable reputation, though his daughters are known to be troublemakers. She went through a batch of papers and handed one to Caroline.
Caroline read through the telegram. Texas? Ive never been to Texas! She got more excited by the moment. Yes, I want to marry him. When can I leave?
Elizabeth laughed. I can send a telegraph back. I usually do things by letter, but it seems like the two of you are in a huge hurry for everything.
I know I am. Im ready to start my adventure!
I hope you know what youre getting into. Elizabeth frowned at Caroline for a moment. You have loving parents. You have a good life here. Why do you want to do this so badly? Im a little worried about you.
I need a change. Something different.
This will definitely be something different. Elizabeth smiled as her husband brought in a tray of cookies and tea. She poured two cups. Thank you, Bernard.
When theyd finished with their tea, Elizabeth smiled. Ill send a telegraph first thing, and Ill send a note over to your house with the response. Will that work?
Ill be at the orphanage all day, Caroline said, getting to her feet. She would have children. A new husband. Picnics by streams and reading poetry by a fire. Life was finally going her way.
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