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Authors: Kirsten Osbourne
Mail Order Mama (Brides of Beckham Book 2) (16 page)
“He said we’d just marry at the courthouse. I think I’ll just make a new Sunday dress. That’s better than spending a lot of money on a gown I’ll only wear one time.”
Harriett nodded. “May I read the letter?”
Susan didn’t feel any real attachment for Jesse, and he hadn’t put anything private in the letter, so she readily agreed, handing it to Harriett.
Susan studied the older woman while her head was bowed reading the letter. If you ignored their dress, Harriett could have been her sister. She looked to be around twenty-eight and had blond hair and green eyes. She was slim and seemed very graceful despite her pronounced limp.
“Everything looks good here. The train ride is a long one. You’re not going to have a chance to bathe or anything once you’re on the train. That’s one of the biggest complaints of my brides. Will that bother you?”
Susan made a face. She didn’t like the idea of going for over a week without a bath, but it would be worth it to get married and away from her family once and for all. “I’ll manage.”
“Most men do make some kind of arrangement for you to bathe before your wedding, I’ve found.”
“Good. I can’t imagine getting married without at least bathing first.” The idea of a long train ride was both exciting and daunting.
“I can’t imagine that either.” Harriett studied the younger woman for a moment. “Would you like me to see you off? I do that for most of the brides I send out.”
Susan thought about that for a few seconds. “I think that would be good. I’m sure Elizabeth will be there if she can, but I have no way of knowing whether she’ll be able to get away or not.”
“What time does your train leave on Wednesday?”
“Eight in the morning.”
“Come by here at seven and we’ll walk to the train station together. We can talk on the way. If your sister comes, great. Then there will be two of us to see you off.”
Harriett stood and led Susan to the door. On impulse, Susan turned and hugged Harriett before leaving. “Thank you so much. You’ve helped me a lot.”
“It’s my job to help as much as I can. I think of each of my brides as a friend.”
Susan thought about Harriett’s words as she walked to the general store just a few streets over. Beckham wasn’t a large city, so nothing was very far apart.
Once she got to the store, she went inside, looking at fabrics for some new dresses. Everything she owned had once belonged to her mother and had been cut down for her. Jesse had been generous with the money he’d sent, and although she knew she needed some for the trip, she could buy enough fabric for three or four dresses without a problem.
She flipped through the bolts of cloth and picked out a pink with small flowers, a blue check, a pretty lavender, which she realized matched the cow exactly, and a forest green to match her eyes. She also bought an entire bolt of white linen for new undergarments. She couldn’t wait to get home to start sewing.
After paying for her purchases, she carried the small wooden box the shopkeeper had given her home. Her mind was full of how perfect life would be without poorly behaved children climbing all over her. Oh, she had no illusions. She knew someday she’d have children too. Her mother had twelve for goodness sakes! But she would have some time before the children arrived to just be Susan. She loved the idea of just taking care of laundry and cooking and cleaning for two people. She sighed. Life would be heavenly.
*****
July 1884
Outside of Fort Worth, Texas
Jesse Dailey took a gulp of his water as he watched his four young nephews run around his brother’s house screaming. The four of them had been causing his brother problems ever since his sister-in-law, Caroline, had died at the birth of two year old twins, Thomas and Walter. He shook his head at his brother wondering just how he could live amidst the chaos. “I have news.”
David raised his eyebrow waiting. “You found a ranch?”
Jesse shook his head. “Not yet, but I’m saving every penny.” He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in the kitchen chair. He’d just had a good meal, thanks to his brother’s cook and housekeeper, Sadie. “I’m getting married.”
David’s jaw dropped. “Married! I didn’t even know you were courting anyone.”
Jesse grinned. “I don’t have time to court anyone. Not with spending every waking moment at the newspaper office, picking up extra articles so I can make enough to buy a ranch. I like being a reporter, but my heart is in ranching. I should have been the big brother.”
David laughed. “I’ve told you a hundred times, you’re welcome to half the ranch. You can even live here with the boys and me while you build yourself a house.” He kicked his brother’s foot affectionately. “Who’s the girl?” He reached for a cookie and popped half of it into his mouth.
“I sent for a mail order bride.” Jesse said the words nonchalantly, knowing they’d surprise his brother.
David choked on his cookie. After a moment, his eyes watering, he asked, “Seriously?”
“Seriously. She’s going to be here in a couple of weeks. You coming to the wedding? I’m just going to do a courthouse thing. No need for a big church wedding when she doesn’t know anyone here.”
“Of course, I’ll be there. Girl got a name?” David studied his younger brother as if he was trying to decide if he’d lost his mind.
Jesse’s brow furrowed. “Susan.” He thought over the details of her letter. “She’s 18 and the oldest of twelve kids. Says she can cook. I think she’s just ready to get out of Massachusetts.”
David nodded. “I’ll watch and see how it works out for you, and I may do the same.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where his older two boys were pointing imaginary guns at each other and screaming and his two youngest were pushing each other. “I’ll never get a bride who knows me and my brood. I need one who is unsuspecting.”
Jesse laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “You have a point.”
David sighed. “Sure would be nice to have a warm body in bed at night again, though. A man gets lonely.”
“I thought you were going to court that sweet nanny of yours.” He looked around, realizing she wasn’t there. “Where is she anyway?”
“Where do you think? After the boys put a toad in her bed for the third time this week, she left. She said, ‘I’m not going to stay here another minute with your boys. They’re monsters.’ Then she stuck a finger in my face and told me if I didn’t find a good woman to be their mother and take them in hand, they’d be ruined forever.” He shrugged. “I guess she wasn’t volunteering to be that good woman.”
Jesse shook his head, sympathizing. David had dealt with the four boys on his own for a year, before deciding to find himself a wife. He hadn’t felt right about remarrying before that. By that time the boys had been running wild for too long, and their behavior showed it. “Maybe a mail order bride is something you need to do. Next time I see you, I’ll give you the address of the woman in Massachusetts that runs the agency I used.” He stood up. “I’ve got to go. I promised my editor I’d run to Hell’s Half Acre tonight to do a story on a man who was murdered there.”
David made a face. “Be careful. The Acre gets worse every year. Do you have anyone who can go with you?”
Jesse shrugged. “I was going to ask you, but you seem to be without a nanny for the boys.” Again.
“Yeah, I’d go, but it’s not a good time. Find someone, though. You really shouldn’t go there alone. Especially at night.” He looked out the window. It was dusk, but by the time Jesse made it back to town it would be full night. “Be really careful whether someone’s with you or not.” He made a face. “Maybe you should wait until daylight.”
“I’ll be okay, big brother. I’ve been taking care of myself for several years now.”
David stood up and hugged his brother. “Take care.”
Jesse yelled over the din, “Goodbye monster children! I’ll be back!”
Albert and Lewis looked up from their game of cowboys and Indians and ran over to hug their uncle. “See you at church!”
The two younger boys ignored him as usual. With a last wave, he left, riding into town to find out what had happened to Joshua Campbell, a man who had died there the previous evening. He didn’t have time to find someone to go with him, so he went alone. He’d be okay. He’d been in The Acre for stories lots of times. Just never at night.
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