Lori Wick - Promise Me Tomorrow

LORI WICK

Promise me Tomorrow

All Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible. Cover design by Terry Dugan Design, Minneapolis, Minnesota

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PROMISE ME TOMORROW

Copyright 1997 Lori Wick

This book is dedicated to my aunt, Doris Wallace.

To know you are loved as I am is a wondrous thing Thank you for your encouragement and caring My world is a richer place because of you.

Acknowledgments

Life is such a wonderful adventure, and daily made sweeter by the ones who fill my world. I praise God for the following people and wish to share my feelings on this page.

Matthew, is there a mother more blessed than I am? I don't think so. Thank you for the warm, wonderful son you are. Thank you for laughing at all my jokes, sitting through haircuts, and for just being you. Your smile comes from your heart and always melts mine. I love you.

Abigail, my ray of sunshine. I begged God not to make me raise myself; I'm so glad He didn't listen. You are precious beyond words. Thank you for those toothless smiles and endless days of fun. God bless you, my darling.

My mini church family, what a time we have! I pray that we will continue to grow together and hold one another accountable for years to come. Thank you for your love, faithfulness, and example to me.

Bob, 17 books! Who would have guessed? Certainly not me. Thank you for being here for all of them.

Manitou, Colorado April 10, 1897

Katherine Alexa Taggart, "Rusty" to family and friends alike, gently took the little girl's hand within her own and smiled as she was watched with worshipful eyes.

"We're going to be late if we don't hurry," sheurged the child.Even when rushed, Rusty moved with grace and poise. She wasn't a tall girl, just a hair over five feet, and her frame was on the slim side. Her hair, a dark shade of her nickname, hung rich and full down her back. At times it seemed too heavy for her slender neck.

"Oh, Rusty, there you are," her aunt, Sammy O'Brien, said as soon as she saw her in the hallway outside the girls' bedroom. "Is Tara ready for bed?"

"Yes, ma'am. I knew we'd be running late, so I told her a story while she was in the bathtub."

"Good thinking. Come along, Tara," Sammy bade kindly. The little girl tugged on Rusty's hand, who bent to hug her and to give as well as receive a kiss. She watched as the little girl skipped off to bed for the night. Rusty peeked into the large room that held 30 beds with almost as many orphan girls. A few called greetings to her and many waved. Rusty waved in return and blew a few kisses before turning away.

She was tired enough to seek her own sleep but thought it might help to have a little dinner. Knowing she was finished for the day, she made her way downstairs, past the kitchen and huge dining room and toward the private living quarters that she shared with her aunt, uncle, and three cousins, Eileen, Nolan, and Renny O'Brien. Surprisingly, her Uncle Paddy was already there.

"The boys must have settled in rather swiftly tonight," she commented.

"Yes, they did. I told them Grandpa O'Brien is coming to visit next month and that now would be an excellent time to work on their best behavior."

Paddy spoke of his own father, Cormac O'Brien, who lived and worked as a mine surveyor in Georgetown. Paddy and Sammy had met in Georgetown, and although some years sepa- rated them, they had attended the same one-room schoolhouse. Eventually the couple began dating and were married when Sammy turned 18. They now ran the Fountain Creek Orphanage for Children, living on the premises as a matter of course.

The orphanage was a huge two-story structure that had dormitory rooms for at least 60 children and enough smaller bedrooms to hold 15 staff members. The private living quarters, sporting a small kitchen, dining area, and parlor, along with two bedrooms, were downstairs at the rear of the mansion. Rusty shared the larger of these two rooms with her three cousins, while Paddy and Sammy occupied the other. There was room for Rusty in one of the upstairs staff rooms, but most of the time everyone preferred the living arrangements the way they were. Rusty's hands now joined Paddy's, and the two of them set the table.

Eileen, the oldest of the children at 14, came to help as well.

"How was school today?" her cousin asked her.

"It was okay." She sounded rather down as she placed forks and knives on the table. "I missed one of my spelling words."

"Which one was it?" her father wanted to know.

The young teen hesitated. "Gramps would howl if he knew." She sighed dramatically. "It was Ireland."

Paddy laughed in delight. "We won't tell," he assured her, but he continued to chuckle.

"It's not funny, Papa." Eileen's tone was aggrieved. "I don't know what I could have been thinking."

He was still laughing when Sammy bustled in.

"Well, this sounds fun," she commented as she lent her hands to the work. She took a casserole from the warming drawer in the oven and placed it on the table. Rusty quickly set a bowl of applesauce next to it.

"It is fun," Paddy replied after he greeted her with a kiss, "but I'm afraid Eileen wouldn't appreciate my telling."

"Telling what?" 11-year-old Nolan asked as he came in. He was the middle of the O'Brien children. His brother, Renny, who was 10, followed just behind him.

"A private joke," his cousin supplied for him, crossing her eyes in his direction. Nolan crossed his eyes right back and asked, "What are we having tonight?" He was willing to let the joke go as long as he could eat.

"Cheese and mushroom casserole," his mother informed him. "Are your hands and face washed?"

The young boy nodded.

"And you, Renny?"

"Yes, Mother," he answered as he took his place at the table.

"I think Renny has the right idea," Paddy commented, and the rest of the family joined him by finding their respective seats. There wasn't an abundance of room, but they all fit. A moment after they were seated, and without needing instruction, every head bowed as Paddy thanked God for the food.

"Father in heaven, You have blessed us so greatly and we thank You. So many people go without food, but our plates will be full tonight. Thank You for each person around this table and for the wonderful children sleeping upstairs. We ask You to find homes for every one and to bless our care of them until that time. In Your holy name I pray. Amen."

Dishes were passed and plates were filled in the minutes that followed, and for a time everyone worked in silence. Renny had a little trouble with his knife, so his mother helped him cut the bread efficiently. The family was eating in no time at all. At an age when he was often hungry, Nolan finished before the rest of the family, putting his fork aside and finishing off the milk in his glass. He then looked to his sister.

"Hey, Eileen," he said conversationally, "did you tell Papa that you spelled Ireland wrong today?"

Eileen could do nothing but groan, her forehead dropping into her hand. Paddy sailed off into laughter again.

***

"Did I tell you I received a letter from Chase today?"

"I don't think so." Sammy sat on the edge of their bed, Paddy already under the covers. She was working on her nails with a long file and now looked at him. "I hope nothing is wrong. "

"No, not at all. He wanted to know how things were going and if he could help with anything. He reminded me that he helped take children to their new homes about two years ago. He didn't come right out and say it, but I can tell he'd like to be asked again."

When Sammy looked at him, his eyes were on the ceiling. "You're thinking, aren't you,

Paddy?"

"Yes, I am," he admitted. "I know Rusty can handle the 'people end' of placement. In fact, I think she's better than some of the others who have been doing it far longer, but this placement is in Kurth. I worry about the travel and her safety." He paused and said gently, "She's been very sheltered, you know."