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Posted: 1/2/2007 4:05:47 PM | This story was inspired by a great friend of mine. I am not quite sure where it is headed yet, but I am enjoying the journey so far. I hope you will as well. Please feel free to comment, I love the feedback.
THE TRACTOR
By Elisha Ann Swenson
CHAPTER ONE
The day had started off early enough for Farmer John. He got up at 4:30 to feed and milk the cows. Just as he was finishing up his son Adam was coming out to feed the chickens and the hogs.
"Morning Pa," came the cheerful greeting.
"Morning son, don't forget we have to get the fields plowed today."
"AH shucks Pa I didn't forget in fact Ma got up early just so we could have a hearty breakfast before the hard work begins."
The thought of his wife getting up early when she was up so late finishing the washing brought unbidden tears to his eyes. They had been married for almost twenty years now. His mind traveled back to the first time he saw her standing in front of the feed store. She was all gussied up to see a traveling show and had stopped to speak with an old friend. Her smile was breathtaking and then he heard her laugh. It was the sound of angels to his ears. He was so caught up in her laugh he didn't even see the post coming. He walked right into it and fell in a heap to the ground. She had seen him go down and rushed to his aid, but the next thing he remembered was her pouring water over his face.
He heard her calling his name Farmer John, Farmer John she was scarcely able to keep the fear out her voice, but at hearing her voice his eyes parted to let in the bright light of day. She leaned over him and the sun shining around her head made her seem all the more angelic. She hadn't even tried and yet she had won his heart. A few other townspeople had seen him fall and when they whispered his name all the girls his age pretended to come to his rescue. After Margaret had helped him up he turned more than a little red as she asked him what had happened. He blushed again, but said, "my dear I was whisked away to heaven by the laughter of an angel, but apparently the angel forgot I cannot walk through posts." The way his mind quickly covered for him amazed her and that is when it all began. They began courting that very night, and a few months later they were wed; much to the chagrin of quite a few other farmer's daughters.
She had been brought up in the city and knew little about farming much less about a hard day's work, but she learned quickly and worked right along side her husband. His mother showed her all the latest techniques for washing and cooking and soon she was doing it all on her own. She didn't even mind the callouses on her hands. She did however request special ointments to keep them soft despite the callouses. He couldn't say no to such a small thing when he thought about how far she had come. Just when she had begun to get the hang of things on the farm and in the kitchen she became ill. Every morning she would wake up sicker than any woman had a right to be. In the afternoon she felt fine, but took it easy. They thought perhaps it was a flu and quickly dismissed it. Until that is she woke up sick the next day. John ran out to the stable and hitched up the horses to their finest carriage. He carried her little body wrapped up in a blanket out to the carriage and whisked her away to the Dr.'s house. After a brief exam he determined she was in fact pregnant. John felt more emotion in that moment than he did when he first heard her laugh. The Doctor told her to take it easy due to her violent reaction to the pregnancy, and John promised to wait on her hand and foot.
Their families were both excited and the women began furiously knitting as many baby clothes as they could. Just when her belly began to get big she got sick again. This time they knew it wasn't normal and had the Doctor rushed to them. He did a quick exam, and told her to take it easy. She agreed and stayed in bed for three days, she got better, but the baby didn't make it. The illness had been too much for the growing baby, and it succumbed before it ever took it's first breath. As soon as she saw the blood she knew what was happening. She screamed out NOOOOOOOOO, and the anguish of her tears soon filled their tiny home. John was powerless to stop it from happening and soon became a sullen shell of a man.
Over the next year he finally was able to work himself out of his shell, and her laughter again got the better of him. He apologized for being so distant, and they finally resumed loving each other the way they ought to. About a month later she got sick again, but it wasn't as bad this time around. The Doctor again confirmed pregnancy, and told her to take it extra easy this time around. John brought her the freshest cream and milk to help her grow strong and had their neighbor agree to trade fruit and vegetables for eggs and chickens. Their neighbor's wife even ground their wheat into flour for Margaret so she wouldn't have to work so hard. Soon Margaret's belly grew large and she began having a hard time walking under the added weight. John improvised a chair for her and attached two large wheels to it so she could roll along through the house and even on the farm. It took some getting used to, but it helped her immensely.
Then the baby came she was beautiful, but she wasn't breathing. The Doctor did everything he could, but he wasn't able to bring the baby around. He wrapped her in a blanket and handed her to Margaret. She cried as she held her new baby. The one she would never be able to watch grow up, the one she would never be able to teach, the one she would never hear laugh. John couldn't look at the baby, much less hold her. He left Margaret to her crying and he went out to the barn. He screamed at God for being so unfair, he just couldn't understand.
The preacher made them name the baby so they could bury her, then the preacher made them come to the grave site. He took the baby from her arms and gently placed Abigail into the soft cold earth. Shoveling the dirt back in was too much for either of them and they held each other wrought with their own grief. After they returned home they both retreated into themselves.
John began questioning his choice in a wife. Had the transition from city living to farming been too much for her, should he have tried to live in the city? He wrote his father in law a letter requesting a visit for a month. He didn't say why in the letter and so his father in law assumed that it would be to see the new baby. He quickly prepared a nursery with the help of his wife, and so the day came for Margaret and John to arrive. Margaret was glad to see her mother, but couldn't understand why they had to be here away from the farm so long.
When they arrived her father asked to see the baby, and that's when they realized that they hadn't even told them about the death of their daughter. The grief passed over their faces quickly and then her parents knew. All of their preparations had been for nothing. They coldly showed their children into the parlor where they had tea and refreshments waiting. They demanded to know why their granddaughter's death hadn't been mentioned in the letter.
John responded, " Well sir we thought it would be better to tell you in person rather than in a letter. I can certainly understand that you are upset, and I do apologize. Sir perhaps if I explained why I wanted to visit it will help a little."
"By all means then John do explain why you thought it would be a good idea to withold vital information from your family, and let us think that you were coming to allow us to spend time with our new granddaughter," came the angry response.
"Again I apologize sir, but I was thinking that perhaps the reason our Margaret has been unable to bear a healthy child is that farming is too much work for her little body. I was thinking that if we came here I could get used to city life, and perhaps work somewhere in the city. That is of course assuming," John was interrupted before he could finish.
"You thought you could take me from our home and not even tell me why and then try to get me to move back here, well John I have news for you, I love living on the farm and I will not hear of leaving it again. In fact I want to return first thing in the morning!" Margaret was infuriated how dare her husband not tell her his plan.
"Well John it seems that you have once again overlooked something very important. I hope you have a safe journey back, Adele will show you to your room for tonight. Margaret I know you love the farm, but perhaps John is right. Why not think about it and make your decision in the morning?" Her father asked.
He spoke with love, but Margaret had made up her mind and everyone in the room knew that there would be no changing it now. They made their way past the nursery and to the guest room. Tears flowing down her face as she saw the love that had gone into that room. She sat down on the bed and John put his arms around her. He felt bad that once again something hadn't gone right, but he knew nothing could be done to change it.
"We'll leave at sun-up if you like. I am sorry I didn't talk to you first," and with that he got up and began preparing for what would feel like a short night of rest. She too began preparing for the short night and they were both asleep before long. Her parents headed to bed early just in case she decided to follow through with her plans. At least this way they could get some food in her before she left. She was looking much too thin, for either of their liking.
Just before the sun crested over the glorious mountains Margaret got up and washed her face. She began getting dressed for the day, but dropped her shoe. It thudded loudly and her husband sprang to his feet. When he realized what it was they both laughed a bit. It felt good to laugh, but they both knew it would be a while before they could let go of the past and move on.
He quickly got dressed and was heading out to hitch up the horses when the scent of breakfast wafted into the room. He inhaled deeply and said, "Honey, I know you have had a hard time eating lately, but you should at least take a few bites. Your momma did get up awfully early to make sure we'd eaten something."
"Alright John, I'll try to eat. It does smell pretty good."
They headed off to the kitchen her parents were both waiting for them. They were invited to sit down and soon it seemed they would stay all day. It was such a sharp contrast to yesterday's unpleasant visit. Perhaps everyone was just too tired to be mean, but it was a welcome change. When at last they could eat no more, John went out to hitch up the horses.
As he headed to the stable the sun shone brightly over his shoulder reminding him of that day a few short years ago. He smiled grateful that God had restored some of his faith in his decision to marry Margaret. He readied the horses and brought them around. As he entered the house he found his beautiful wife Margaret sitting at the piano playing by heart her favorite song. She had learned to play as a girl, but hadn't the time nor the instrument to play at the farm. John made a vow to buy her a piano and all the sheet music he could afford, for Christmas. Seeing her forget the pain she had to endure for a moment made her appear to at last return to that sweet and innocent young lady he had married.
He put his hands on her shoulders gently easing the tension out of them with his big hands. She leaned into his touch without missing a note. She finished out the last few measures, and closed the piano lid. She sighed and told John that she was ready to leave. He kissed her cheek and stooped to pick up her bags. Then he headed out front to the waiting carriage. After he got her bags situated he came back for Margaret. He gave his mother in law a peck on the cheek and shook his father in law's hand.
"Next time sir, I'll be more clear as to my intentions. Again I apologize for not telling you about Abigail sooner. Ya'll have a nice day now ya hear?"
With his arm around Margaret they headed for the carriage, " Mother you really should come see the farm, it is just so cozy, I know you'd love it."
Realizing just how much she missed her daughter over the last two and a half years she agreed to finally step foot in the country. Adele stood on their quaint little porch with tears streaming down her face. Her little girl had become a woman and had suffered horrendously as a result. There wasn't even anything she could do to help ease the pain. She had never lost a child. She thanked God for that. She knew she couldn't handle it, and here her daughter had lost two and still insisted on working a farm. There must be something about farm life worth living if she was willing to give up the city. Adele knew she didn't have to stay permantly so there would be no harm in a short visit. Yes, she and Roy would visit next week and help Margaret get back on her feet. She smiled at the thought of the fresh air, and the aromas of freshly baked bread wafting out into the living areas of the house. With that thought she turned abruptly and began thinking of items to pack.
Roy stood dumbfounded on their porch a moment longer. His baby had left, her baby had died, and his wife who was just crying suddenly smiled and had something other than their baby on her mind.
"Adele he called I don't know what you are up to, but I don't think I am going to like it."
"Of course you are dear, we are doing just what our baby wants. We are going to the country. We are going to visit and we are going to love every minute of it. Now get in here and help me get down the suitcases."
Roy sprung into action. He wasn't sure where the fire had come from in his wife, but he liked it. He wanted to know when they were leaving so he could close up shop for a while. He grabbed the suitcases for Adele, and told her to give him an hour and then he would be ready to leave. Adele began laughing.
"You silly man, we can't leave yet. At this rate we'll beat them home. We won't leave until next week. That'll give them time to get back and get back into their routine before we drop in on them."
"You mean we aren't going to tell them we are coming?"
"Of course not, they didn't tell us about Abigail, so now we'll be even."
Roy wasn't sure if he liked the idea of getting even, but he did like the idea of seeing his daughter happy. He pictured her now hanging fresh laundry out to dry in the warm sun. A light breeze making her hair blow into her face. John calling her over, and the smile creeping across her lips as she said in a second. Then he heard her laughter, it was the sweetest sound in all the world. He missed it more than he ever thought he could. How he wanted to just hold her in his arms and make all of her hurt disappear. He couldn't do that for her now, but he knew who could. He said a silent prayer that her Savior would wash away all the pain in her heart and that at last she would find peace.
John handed the reigns over for a brief stretch and got comfortable for the hours drive to the next town. He was grateful Adele had packed a lunch for them. It would soon come in handy. He took a swig of water from his canteen, and then took back the reigns. He put his arm around his wife, and they sat quietly enjoying the ride. He knew before long the dust would get to her, and she would have to stop him to crawl inside the carriage, but for now she sat enjoying the sun on her face.
TO BE CONTINUED... | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 8:11:47 AM | This can turn out to be
an all summer read!
Keep it comming.
Slim Chance votes Three
"Moo's" so Far | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 10:08:49 AM | I intend to keep it coming, but please bear with me as I am posting as I write the chapters. I wrote Chapter One just yesterday in about 4-5 hours. If all goes well I am going to get it published.
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Posted: 1/8/2007 9:54:03 AM | | I am so sad to see no one else is reading my story. I shall post the next chapter later today. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 10:11:32 AM | | Happy, Contented cows, like " Elsie" the cow, do "moo" in the moonlight! | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 10:19:49 AM | | Ok you are funny, in the next chapter there is actually a scene with cows, although none are named Elsie. One is Bessie and the other is Daisy. I still hope to post the next chapter today, but I need to finish it. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 10:59:33 AM | Actually. I thought I had replied to this story, Dancing Queen..\
Blame it on the holidays and the gallons of beer!!
I think that this is a quality piece, well worth continuing..This would make a handsome collection to my library, when completed...
I look forward to the ensuing chapters...Bob... ... | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 11:21:58 AM | I will let you "borrow" Elsie for your story. She thinks a "Three cow sleep over " would be fun. She doesn't get out very much.
Do you have a cow trailer? You could borrow mine.
Elsie is so excited, Do you have any guy cows? She will bake/bring cookies. She knows you already have milk.
She is packing up her new for Christmas, "Cow Jamies"
Elsie likes to "Moo'sing" you know, like "Cowa'roke" | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 12:04:54 PM | Here is chapter two as promised.
CHAPTER TWO
John and Margaret arrived back at their farm just before sunset much to the surprise of the neighbor's boys. It had been a long day and they both just wanted to go to bed. John had the boys unhitch the horses while he carried in their bags and helped Margaret inside. The boys could see the fatigue in their faces, and invited them over for supper. John and Margaret wearily accepted the invitation, and began to wash up. The cool water refreshed them both, and they made it over to the neighbor's without looking like forlorn kittens.
Their neighbors were a bit surprised to see them back so soon, but welcomed them warmly. Ruth announced that supper was ready and they all headed off to the kitchen. Over supper John and Margaret explained why they had returned so much earlier than anticipated, and told the disappointed boys that they had been relieved of their duties. After supper Margaret and Ruth washed the dishes while the boys played in the yard and the men sat on the porch Theodore, or Teddy to his friends, lit his pipe and savored the rich aroma while John tried not to cough at the assault on his lungs. The crickets sang their night song on the warm summer night and the fireflies were dancing just above the grass. The moon was full, and there was a slight breeze coming in from the south, but no one seemed to notice but the boys. When the dishes had all been washed Margaret announced that she was leaving, and headed for the porch to get John.
Once they got home they turned in for the night, eager to find the rest they sorely needed. They both knew that next morning would come early, and both of them dreaded the long day of chores ahead of them. Sleep soon found them and they drifted off peacefully into a deep slumber. Before he knew it the rooster was welcoming the morning which meant he was behind for the day. Margaret nudged him until he wearily crawled out of bed. She had gotten dressed and he was putting on his boots when the cows began to bawl. Their utters were full and it was becoming uncomfortable for them.
John ran outside nearly forgetting to grab the pail on his way out. He flung the barn door open, and grabbed the nearest stool. He plopped it down in front of the nearest cow and set the pail down under the udder.
"Easy Bessie, don't be kicking the pail over now. I know I'm late this morning please forgive me."
With that John slid his hand down her side and then gingerly grabbed her utter. He slowly began milking her until he saw her relax a little. As soon as he saw that he quickened his pace so he could begin on the next cow. He nearly had the pail full when he realized he wasn't alone in the barn. He looked over his shoulder to see his wife grabbing another pail to milk Daisy. Margaret had slipped in after lighting the stove, and headed out to the barn for the eggs. When she saw the painful expression on Daisy's face however, she had sympathy on the poor animal and sat down on the stool. Daisy flinched at her cold hands kicking the pail over, but Margaret simply righted the pail and tried again. This time she was successful. She began to milk with speed and by the time she finished John had already gathered all the eggs.
Together they fed the cows, chickens, and the hogs. Then they headed back to the house. Margaret whipped up fresh pancakes and fried some bacon and eggs. This was going to be a beautiful day. She began setting the table and realized that they were out of maple syrup. She had John run out and pick some fresh berries. She was going to have to improvise. She whipped up some cream and put it in a small bowl on the table. Then she finished setting the table and headed out to the well for a pitcher of water. John met her at the door with some very juicy strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. It was going to be a great breakfast. After they ate the scrumptious meal John helped her to wash the dishes and then they headed out to mend the hogs' pen.
Over the week things slowly returned to normal, and they were able to rise earlier than the rooster to begin their days. Margaret had just finished the washing and was hanging it to dry when she heard the horses' hooves clopping up the road. She thought perhaps it was the neighbors, but it had come from the opposite direction. She called out to John to check on things. He dropped his hammer and rounded the corner of the house in time to see her father hopping down from their carriage.
"Margaret," he called, " I think you need to see this."
"In a moment darling, I am almost finished, " came her reply.
"Honey, do you remember what you said as we left your mother's home? Well your wish just came true"
Margaret laughed in response, "John quit teasing they'd never come out here in a million years"
"Well then darling it has been a very long time since you had a visit with your father, why don't you get over here and give me a hug?" Roy was elated to see his daughter, and hearing her laughter was the best gift he had ever received.
"OH Daddy, I didn't think you'd ever come out here." Margaret said as she wrapped her father in a hug. "How did you drag Mother out here?"
"I didn't have to Angel, it was her idea."
Margaret couldn't believe it. Her mother hated the country more than anything. All throughout her childhood Margaret had been warned about the dangers of country folk, and their uncivilized manner of living. Margaret laughed at it now, but back then she had been frightened anytime she had seen anyone from the country.
John had gone to the carriage to help Adele out, and up to the porch when Margaret and Roy joined them.
"Mother do come in and get out of the heat. I trust you shall be okay in the parlor while I make a nice berry lemonade to cool you off after your long journey."
"Oh yes dear we will be quite alright, thank you."
Adele was shocked to see that her daughter had a parlor, and a nicely decorated one at that. She thought perhaps that it was her city upbringing that resulted in it's being here. Adele and Roy sat on the sofa, relaxing while John and Margaret freshened up, and brought in the refreshments. Margaret was grateful she had traded a few eggs for some lemons. She had John run out to the cold box in the creek and bring in some ice for the lemonade. Meanwhile she squoze the juice out of the lemons into a pitcher. She added a few slices of lemon for garnishment and then squished a few berries into the concoction. She added a bit of sugar and some water and at last John came in with the ice. She broke it up and added it to the pitcher as well. Then she placed the pitcher and four glasses on the serving tray and brought it in to her parents.
She set the tray on a small table in the parlor and proceeded to fill the cups for her parents. Her mother took a timid sip, but eagerly took a few more after tasting it's sweetness. Roy took a large swig and was amazed at the different flavors assaulting his tongue.
"Margaret this lemonade is the best I have ever tasted. If your cooking is anything close to this I am moving to the country," came her her father's earnest response to her lemonade.
"Roy, I don't think it's wise to make promises you can't come through on. What if your health can't handle all the dust? What if you can't handle all the quiet?"
"Relax Adele, I have never felt better, I can breath easier out here, and the quiet is a welcome change to our noisy city life. For once I feel like I can relax and enjoy myself."
"Well Daddy I accept your compliment, and I would be delighted to have you move out closer to us. Even if you only came out in the summer," said Margaret with a huge grin on her face.
"Sir, once you've relaxed why don't I show you around the farm? Right now I have to finish that fence I have been mending in the pasture, but I think you'd enjoy a tour." John said this with a huge smile on his face in fact it was the biggest Margaret had ever seen on his face since they had been married.
"John my boy, I'd love to see your farm. In fact I'll even help you with that fence. My uncle owned a farm, and I used to spend summers with him as a boy. Let's see how much my old noodle remembers."
With that Roy and John set their glasses down on the tray and headed out to the farm. John started off at the barn showing off his heifers, his rooster and all ten hens. His plan for this summer was to build them a hen house and coop where they could go outside as they pleased without having to worry about foxes. He showed Roy his prized hogs, and then took him into the stable to show off his stallion and two mares; who were mad they couldn't be outside in the pasture, but it was cooler in the stable. On the other side of the stable was is ass; he had just boughten it and didn't have room for it in the barn until the chickens were outside. He also kept his bridles and saddles, and horse blankets over here. At the far end of the stable were his wagon and his carriage. Both needed some work, but they were still operable. He also kept his plow in the stable to keep it from being damaged by loose animals.
Roy returned to the little boy that still lived inside him. He loved the fresh air and the open spaces, but mostly he loved the quiet. He picked up a few posts and he and John began heading towards the pasture. Once they got there John refreshed Roy's memory and they got to work. Before they could finish though their wives called them into dinner.
While the men had been outside the ladies had been inside talking, and Margaret had been showing Adele around her quaint home. She showed Adele the room she'd be sleeping in, but never opened the far door. It still held too much pain for her. Adele was inquiring as to the room's contents when she realized what it contained. She quickly apologized for being so nosy. Her daughter assured her that it was alright, but that it was still hard for her to have the door open. She brought her mother into the cozy kitchen and the two began preparing a light dinner for the men.
At the dinner table Roy told Adele, that was glad they came out to visit. He also told her how free he felt working with John on the farm. Adele smiled, but she knew where his mind was heading and she didn't like it. She was too old for such rigorous work, and besides that, she didn't want to live in the country away from her friends, and prominent members of society. John was telling Margaret how good it was to have some help with the harder work, and saw the tears in her eyes as she quickly looked away. He knew she had been trying to give him a son, and he hadn't meant it that way at all. He quickly apologized for speaking without thinking, and soon the tension was dissipated. After dinner Adele helped Margaret to wash the dishes, and Roy and John returned to the pasture's fence mending.
Margaret offered to introduce her mother to Ruth, but her mother declined in an effort to rest from her long journey. Margaret then excused herself to Ruth's house to trade eggs for some vegetables for supper. Her mother made her way back into the parlor and sat down on the sofa to relax. She had grabbed a book off the shelf on her way, but it didn't hold her interest long. She tried taking a nap, but sleep just wouldn't come. She was on her way down the hall to the guestroom when her curiosity got the better of her.
She quietly opened the door to her daughter's nursery, and snuck in making sure to close the door tightly behind her. She turned around slowly taking it all in. Her daughter had done such a great job setting it all up. There was a hand carved cradle in the middle of the room. Next to the window was a large rocking chair just waiting to be used. There was a chest of drawers against the wall nearest the door and on the other wall sat a trunk with delicate figures carved into the lid. Adele ran her fingers across the figures admiring their beauty. She released the latches and opened the lid slowly. Inside were the tiny dresses, and sweaters she and John's mother had knitted. She lifted a few out to admire the handiwork, and saw pair after pair of booties in all different colors. She couldn't believe how many dresses there were. They were all beautiful, but one really caught her eye. It had a lace border, and delicate bead work creating the illusion of flowers on the dress, it was a beautiful white silk that had been chosen. Margaret must have made this dress she thought. She wondered why Abigail hadn't been buried in it, but put the thought aside and picked up another dress. This dress was more for everyday wear, but the stitches were perfectly straight. She knew her daughter hadn't made this dress and she hadn't so it had to be from John's mother. She had always wished she could sew like that, but she just never had the patience. As she began to lift out another dress she heard a door open and hurriedly placed the dresses back atop the booties just as she had found them. She closed the lid as quietly as she could, and then dashed to the door. She heard Margaret calling her, so she entered the hall quietly closing the door. She looked up just in time to see Margaret drop her armful of clean laundry.
"Mother what were you doing in there?"
"I am sorry dear, I shouldn't have gone into your nursery without you. I was trying to rest, but I couldn't sleep and I came up the hall to lie down, and well my curiosity got the better of me." She paused before adding, "You did such a wonderful job, and the dresses were just beautiful."
"The dresses, you opened the trunk! I can't believe you did that what if you had gotten dirt on them or let a moth in? Mother I am not ready to enter that room, and now I have to to ensure everything is in order."
"Margaret darling I assure you my hands were clean, and there were no moths in the room. If you like I'll go back in there and check for you."
"Mother I believe you have done enough. Now if you'll excuse me I have to enter the room and make sure everything is where it goes. When I come back out, I will put away the clean laundry and then we will dust and prepare supper."
Her mother wasn't happy with her tone of voice, but she knew she was powerless to do anything about it. "Perhaps I could go in with you and you could tell me about the dresses?"
"Mother you weren't even supposed to have seen them yet. Now if you'll please excuse me I'll get started."
With that Margaret opened the door and entered the nursery. She sank to the floor behind the now closed door, and cried because of what she was missing. She knew one day she would be a mother, but that day couldn't come soon enough. She knew she had to pull herself together and get through this somehow if she was ever going to get supper on the table in time. She brushed aside her tears and opened the trunk to find the dresses merely tossed on top. She pulled them all out admiring the delicate work she and her mother in law had done over the last six months. She quickly re stacked them and laid them gently on top of the booties. She made sure there were no moths anywhere in sight, and then closed the lid. Wishing she could seal it up for ever. She quickly glanced around the room remembering all of the love that had gone into carving each piece. She couldn't take anymore and bolted out the door.
Adele saw her fly out of the room and quickly grab the laundry to put away, and then she disappeared into her room. Her mother wished she could end the pain, but she knew this pain she had caused, and thought it best to leave it alone. Margaret had been in her room trying unsuccessfully to make the tears stop when she heard a knock at the door. She knew it was her mother, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to face her. She took a deep breath trying to draw in strength, and then opened the door to allow her mother in.
"I am sorry to interrupt you darling, but I know you wanted to get supper started. We'll dust tomorrow okay?" Her mother said this as if she was still in charge, but Margaret was too tired to fight back and begrudgingly acquiesced.
The two of them headed down the hall and entered the kitchen. Margaret re lit the stove and put on a pot to boil. Then she headed off to the barn. Her mother thought she was still upset and followed behind her. Margaret entered the barn and grabbed the largest hen she could find. This was her best egg layer,but it would be easier to kill one than two. She normally left this to John, but he was busy with her father,and she knew how to kill a chicken. She took the hen into the stable where she grabbed the axe and asked her mother to hold her feet with one hand and hold her body down with the other. Adele finally realized what was about to happen, and wasn't sure if she could take it, but given what she had done earlier decided to do as she was asked. Margaret chopped off her head with one fell swoop and Adele let the hen go. It got up and ran around until it finally collapsed on the floor of the stable. Once they recaptured the hen she showed her mom the quickest way to pluck her and ran inside to get the potatoes going.
By the time Adele had returned Margaret had the potatoes boiling with celery, onions, and a garlic clove. Margaret laughed at the sight of her mother covered in feathers and a spot of blood or two, but told her to go wash up. As Adele was washing up Margaret cleaned up the chicken, and dressed it for baking. This was going to be a fine dinner. A bit heavier than normal, but it would make for a great night of sleep. The ladies set the table while the chicken was baking and Margaret finished the vegetables off, by sauteing them in a skillet. She covered the skillet when they were finished, and then she headed for the parlor to dust. Adele was amazed at her ability to juggle so many things at once, but she was impressed more. By the time Margaret had finished the dusting of her home, the chicken was done.
She pulled the chicken out and began to carve it up. Then she got out a serving platter and placed the vegetables on it in the center she placed the carved chicken. Then she made some lemonade with berries because her parents had liked it so much. With supper finished she opened the door and rang the bell. The men had just finished putting away their tools in the stable and ran to the well to grab some water to wash up. Margaret was placing that morning's bread on the table along with some butter as they came in.
"Wow sweetheart this looks great. I can't wait to sink my teeth into that chicken."
"John's right dear I can't think of a time where I had a better looking feast. Thank you for preparing it."
With that they sat down at the table and Roy said grace. Margaret thanked her father for the compliments, but John could hear the tension in her voice. He wanted to ask her what had happened, but he knew better than to ask in front of company. Roy lavished Adele with details about his hard work on the farm, and informed her that the work had made him feel younger. He told her that they were buying a small summer cottage out here before the fall came, and that she could decorate it anyway she pleased so long as she left him an outdoorsy type room for a study.
Adele's alarmed response soon came, "Roy we couldn't possibly live out here. I don't know the first thing about cooking, and who would run our store?"
"Adele darling, I have already thought of everything. We'll have the Smith boys run the store. I'll train them this fall and then again in the spring while we finish readying the cottage. That way they'll know how to run things, and we'll have plenty of time to get adjusted to the cottage. We'll go back once a week to check up on them. As far as your cooking goes, we can either teach you to cook or bring our cook with us. I'll leave that up to you."
Adele could tell there would be no talking Roy out this, and she hated the idea of living here, but she would be closer to her daughter. Finally seeing the silver lining Adele smiled nodding her agreement. She was still secretly hoping he'd change his mind as the summer neared, but Roy quickly dashed those hopes.
"Adele I am so glad you like the idea. There is a cottage for sale just down the road. John was telling me all about it. The young couple that used to live there moved back to her hometown after her father got ill. So we would not only be helping them out, but we would be that much closer to our baby."
Fear danced across her face, she knew there was no going back, and it scared her to death. She knew better than to cross him, but she just couldn't imagine living out here in the country with all the uncivilized people that inhabited it. Margaret smiled to herself knowing exactly what fears were playing out in her mother's mind. It seemed that at last something in her mother's life wouldn't be exactly as she had planned it.
"Relax mother it's quite nice out here. We have quilting bees in the summer, on some nights we even go the Johnson's barn and square dance for hours. It's quite enjoyable really. We even have tea at Grandma Maddie's house. It's quite an ordeal. She only chooses three ladies to have tea with and she never chooses the same lady twice until that is everyone has had her turn. I had been here only two weeks before attending my first tea. It's wonderful mother. She has tea of course, and cherry cordial, and lady fingers, and dainty sandwiches, and mother it's just the most thrilling thing to listen to her talk about the old days, and the opera."
"Margaret I'll have no more talk of quilting and dancing, and a Grandmother that isn't yours!"
She nearly spat the words out she was so upset. Why was everyone trying to make her comfortable out here in the middle of no where? She wouldn't put up with it another second. How could Roy ruin everything she had worked so hard to gain? She was almost in tears and fought to hold them back. John put his arm gingerly on her shoulder.
"Adele, you're probably just tired after the long trip. Why don't you sleep on it, and if you still feel this upset tomorrow perhaps Roy will reconsider," he knew Roy wouldn't back down, and he knew she wouldn't either, but he was hoping it would ease the tension at his supper table.
"John perhaps you're right. I'll think about it for the time we're here, and if I like it out here, perhaps I'll consider it."
Roy nearly fell off his chair he was so shocked at her change of heart. He loved his wife, and he knew what moving out here would mean for her. He didn't want her to lose her place in society, but he longed for the reprieve the country gave his soul. There wasn't much talking during the rest of the meal other than to compliment Margaret on her fine cooking. By the time supper was over she was nearly beaming. She quickly cleared the table and began the dishes. Her mother got up to help, but she insisted that she sit on the porch and try to relax. Roy and John escorted her outside and they sat down on the porch swing and the chairs to relax. Adele was amazed at how clearly she could see the stars. The night was quiet save the crickets and the birds singing their night songs. She could hear the owls calling to each other. It was beautiful. She had never heard anything like that in her life. She longed to hear more. Her face softened and the tears she had been fighting so hard finally won out.
Roy and John hadn't said a word, knowing that if she could hear the night she would fall in love with the country. Roy did however join her on the swing and he tenderly put his arm around her. He kissed her cheeck and then he just sat there letting her soak in the calm country night. Adele was in her own little world when Margaret joined them on the porch.
"Mother isn't it beautiful out here?"
"Yes dear it is, I can't believe you never told me about this before."
"Mother it's one of those things you have to experience for yourself, or you'd never believe it."
"Margaret I think you're right. Thank you for letting me have this experience."
John and Margaret sat holding hands and Roy still had his arm around Adele as they sat in a comfortable silence and let the songs of the night carry them off to another world. The few clouds in the sky had parted and at last the moon shone in all it's glory. Adele looked up just in time to see it peek from behind the clouds and it took her breath away. It was gorgeous she had never seen the moon like this in the city. It lit up the whole sky it seemed. She could now see all the way to the roadway, but beyond that was total darkness. She sighed as she leaned into her husband and let the anger of earlier that evening seep out of her body. John noticed just how late it was getting, and excused himself to bed. Margaret went in to check that everything was ready in the guest room for her parents. When she returned to the porch her mother had fallen asleep with her head on Roy's shoulder. Margaret steadied the swing so Roy could carry her mother in to bed. She then held the door open for her father and locked up for the night. She blew out the fire in the stove and then settled in for the night. Grateful that at last her mother could see the beauty of the country.
When at last she entered her room her husband asked her what had happened earlier to have so near tears. Margaret had forgotten all about the nursery until then. She finally let the tears out as she told him what had happened. He put his arm around her trying to comfort her. He wished he would have been there in her time of need. He knew she wasn't ready for that room yet, but he could now enter the room without emotion. He longed to have a baby, but not until she was ready. When she had finally stopped crying she apologized for losing it emotionally, and then crawled into bed. John reassured her that it was alright and then blew out the oil lamp and crawled into bed as well. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 12:06:28 PM | Thank you for the posting Bobby. It's ok I forgive you. I hope you enjoyed the holidays. I hope you also enjoy chapter two.
I think perhaps I'll use the name in an upcoming chapter, but you'll just have to read on to find out. You crack me up. Thanks for the added posts. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 12:06:37 PM | Thank you for the posting Bobby. It's ok I forgive you. I hope you enjoyed the holidays. I hope you also enjoy chapter two.
I think perhaps I'll use the name in an upcoming chapter, but you'll just have to read on to find out. You crack me up. Thanks for the added posts. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 1:39:19 PM | You didn't break it up into readable blocks..Go to your room!!..
This will be a really good book, when you are done with it, DQ...I love it!!
Where did this "short message clown" come from?? I now have to write an essay, in order to critique a story??
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Posted: 1/8/2007 1:48:36 PM | I swear it's broken up on my word pad document. It's the darn forum formatting. Sorry.
Thanks for the compliment I really do appreciate them.
I am sorry I am not following you as far as the short message clown thing goes. I never said I wanted an essay in order to consider it a critique.
As far as breaking it down goes I'll repost chapter two and space it out more for you.
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Posted: 1/8/2007 1:49:31 PM | Bobby 7
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Posted: 1/8/2007 1:55:40 PM | Here is the reposting of Chapter Two as promised.
CHAPTER TWO
John and Margaret arrived back at their farm just before sunset much to the surprise of the neighbor's boys. It had been a long day and they both just wanted to go to bed. John had the boys unhitch the horses while he carried in their bags and helped Margaret inside. The boys could see the fatigue in their faces, and invited them over for supper. John and Margaret wearily accepted the invitation, and began to wash up. The cool water refreshed them both, and they made it over to the neighbor's without looking like forlorn kittens.
Their neighbors were a bit surprised to see them back so soon, but welcomed them warmly. Ruth announced that supper was ready and they all headed off to the kitchen. Over supper John and Margaret explained why they had returned so much earlier than anticipated, and told the disappointed boys that they had been relieved of their duties. After supper Margaret and Ruth washed the dishes while the boys played in the yard and the men sat on the porch Theodore, or Teddy to his friends, lit his pipe and savored the rich aroma while John tried not to cough at the assault on his lungs. The crickets sang their night song on the warm summer night and the fireflies were dancing just above the grass. The moon was full, and there was a slight breeze coming in from the south, but no one seemed to notice but the boys. When the dishes had all been washed Margaret announced that she was leaving, and headed for the porch to get John.
Once they got home they turned in for the night, eager to find the rest they sorely needed. They both knew that next morning would come early, and both of them dreaded the long day of chores ahead of them. Sleep soon found them and they drifted off peacefully into a deep slumber. Before he knew it the rooster was welcoming the morning which meant he was behind for the day. Margaret nudged him until he wearily crawled out of bed. She had gotten dressed and he was putting on his boots when the cows began to bawl. Their utters were full and it was becoming uncomfortable for them.
John ran outside nearly forgetting to grab the pail on his way out. He flung the barn door open, and grabbed the nearest stool. He plopped it down in front of the nearest cow and set the pail down under the udder.
"Easy Bessie, don't be kicking the pail over now. I know I'm late this morning please forgive me."
With that John slid his hand down her side and then gingerly grabbed her utter. He slowly began milking her until he saw her relax a little. As soon as he saw that he quickened his pace so he could begin on the next cow. He nearly had the pail full when he realized he wasn't alone in the barn. He looked over his shoulder to see his wife grabbing another pail to milk Daisy. Margaret had slipped in after lighting the stove, and headed out to the barn for the eggs. When she saw the painful expression on Daisy's face however, she had sympathy on the poor animal and sat down on the stool. Daisy flinched at her cold hands kicking the pail over, but Margaret simply righted the pail and tried again. This time she was successful. She began to milk with speed and by the time she finished John had already gathered all the eggs.
Together they fed the cows, chickens, and the hogs. Then they headed back to the house. Margaret whipped up fresh pancakes and fried some bacon and eggs. This was going to be a beautiful day. She began setting the table and realized that they were out of maple syrup. She had John run out and pick some fresh berries. She was going to have to improvise. She whipped up some cream and put it in a small bowl on the table. Then she finished setting the table and headed out to the well for a pitcher of water. John met her at the door with some very juicy strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. It was going to be a great breakfast. After they ate the scrumptious meal John helped her to wash the dishes and then they headed out to mend the hogs' pen.
Over the week things slowly returned to normal, and they were able to rise earlier than the rooster to begin their days. Margaret had just finished the washing and was hanging it to dry when she heard the horses' hooves clopping up the road. She thought perhaps it was the neighbors, but it had come from the opposite direction. She called out to John to check on things. He dropped his hammer and rounded the corner of the house in time to see her father hopping down from their carriage.
"Margaret," he called, " I think you need to see this."
"In a moment darling, I am almost finished, " came her reply.
"Honey, do you remember what you said as we left your mother's home? Well your wish just came true"
Margaret laughed in response, "John quit teasing they'd never come out here in a million years"
"Well then darling it has been a very long time since you had a visit with your father, why don't you get over here and give me a hug?" Roy was elated to see his daughter, and hearing her laughter was the best gift he had ever received.
"OH Daddy, I didn't think you'd ever come out here." Margaret said as she wrapped her father in a hug. "How did you drag Mother out here?"
"I didn't have to Angel, it was her idea."
Margaret couldn't believe it. Her mother hated the country more than anything. All throughout her childhood Margaret had been warned about the dangers of country folk, and their uncivilized manner of living. Margaret laughed at it now, but back then she had been frightened anytime she had seen anyone from the country.
John had gone to the carriage to help Adele out, and up to the porch when Margaret and Roy joined them.
"Mother do come in and get out of the heat. I trust you shall be okay in the parlor while I make a nice berry lemonade to cool you off after your long journey."
"Oh yes dear we will be quite alright, thank you."
Adele was shocked to see that her daughter had a parlor, and a nicely decorated one at that. She thought perhaps that it was her city upbringing that resulted in it's being here. Adele and Roy sat on the sofa, relaxing while John and Margaret freshened up, and brought in the refreshments. Margaret was grateful she had traded a few eggs for some lemons. She had John run out to the cold box in the creek and bring in some ice for the lemonade. Meanwhile she squoze the juice out of the lemons into a pitcher. She added a few slices of lemon for garnishment and then squished a few berries into the concoction. She added a bit of sugar and some water and at last John came in with the ice. She broke it up and added it to the pitcher as well. Then she placed the pitcher and four glasses on the serving tray and brought it in to her parents.
She set the tray on a small table in the parlor and proceeded to fill the cups for her parents. Her mother took a timid sip, but eagerly took a few more after tasting it's sweetness. Roy took a large swig and was amazed at the different flavors assaulting his tongue.
"Margaret this lemonade is the best I have ever tasted. If your cooking is anything close to this I am moving to the country," came her her father's earnest response to her lemonade.
"Roy, I don't think it's wise to make promises you can't come through on. What if your health can't handle all the dust? What if you can't handle all the quiet?"
"Relax Adele, I have never felt better, I can breath easier out here, and the quiet is a welcome change to our noisy city life. For once I feel like I can relax and enjoy myself."
"Well Daddy I accept your compliment, and I would be delighted to have you move out closer
to us. Even if you only came out in the summer," said Margaret with a huge grin on her face.
"Sir, once you've relaxed why don't I show you around the farm? Right now I have to finish that fence I have been mending in the pasture, but I think you'd enjoy a tour." John said this with a huge smile on his face in fact it was the biggest Margaret had ever seen on his face since they had been married.
"John my boy, I'd love to see your farm. In fact I'll even help you with that fence. My uncle owned a farm, and I used to spend summers with him as a boy. Let's see how much my old noodle remembers."
With that Roy and John set their glasses down on the tray and headed out to the farm. John started off at the barn showing off his heifers, his rooster and all ten hens. His plan for this summer was to build them a hen house and coop where they could go outside as they pleased without having to worry about foxes. He showed Roy his prized hogs, and then took him into the stable to show off his stallion and two mares; who were mad they couldn't be outside in the pasture, but it was cooler in the stable. On the other side of the stable was is ass; he had just boughten it and didn't have room for it in the barn until the chickens were outside. He also kept his bridles and saddles, and horse blankets over here. At the far end of the stable were his wagon and his carriage. Both needed some work, but they were still operable. He also kept his plow in the stable to keep it from being damaged by loose animals.
Roy returned to the little boy that still lived inside him. He loved the fresh air and the open spaces, but mostly he loved the quiet. He picked up a few posts and he and John began heading towards the pasture. Once they got there John refreshed Roy's memory and they got to work. Before they could finish though their wives called them into dinner.
While the men had been outside the ladies had been inside talking, and Margaret had been showing Adele around her quaint home. She showed Adele the room she'd be sleeping in, but never opened the far door. It still held too much pain for her. Adele was inquiring as to the room's contents when she realized what it contained. She quickly apologized for being so nosy. Her daughter assured her that it was alright, but that it was still hard for her to have the door open. She brought her mother into the cozy kitchen and the two began preparing a light dinner for the men.
At the dinner table Roy told Adele, that was glad they came out to visit. He also told her how free he felt working with John on the farm. Adele smiled, but she knew where his mind was heading and she didn't like it. She was too old for such rigorous work, and besides that, she didn't want to live in the country away from her friends, and prominent members of society. John was telling Margaret how good it was to have some help with the harder work, and saw the tears in her eyes as she quickly looked away. He knew she had been trying to give him a son, and he hadn't meant it that way at all. He quickly apologized for speaking without thinking, and soon the tension was dissipated. After dinner Adele helped Margaret to wash the dishes, and Roy and John returned to the pasture's fence mending.
Margaret offered to introduce her mother to Ruth, but her mother declined in an effort to rest from her long journey. Margaret then excused herself to Ruth's house to trade eggs for some vegetables for supper. Her mother made her way back into the parlor and sat down on the sofa to relax. She had grabbed a book off the shelf on her way, but it didn't hold her interest long. She tried taking a nap, but sleep just wouldn't come. She was on her way down the hall to the guestroom when her curiosity got the better of her.
She quietly opened the door to her daughter's nursery, and snuck in making sure to close the door tightly behind her. She turned around slowly taking it all in. Her daughter had done such a great job setting it all up. There was a hand carved cradle in the middle of the room. Next to the window was a large rocking chair just waiting to be used. There was a chest of drawers against the wall nearest the door and on the other wall sat a trunk with delicate figures carved into the lid. Adele ran her fingers across the figures admiring their beauty. She released the latches and opened the lid slowly. Inside were the tiny dresses, and sweaters she and John's mother had knitted. She lifted a few out to admire the handiwork, and saw pair after pair of booties in all different colors. She couldn't believe how many dresses there were. They were all beautiful, but one really caught her eye. It had a lace border, and delicate bead work creating the illusion of flowers on the dress, it was a beautiful white silk that had been chosen. Margaret must have made this dress she thought. She wondered why Abigail hadn't been buried in it, but put the thought aside and picked up another dress. This dress was more for everyday wear, but the stitches were perfectly straight. She knew her daughter hadn't made this dress and she hadn't so it had to be from John's mother. She had always wished she could sew like that, but she just never had the patience. As she began to lift out another dress she heard a door open and hurriedly placed the dresses back atop the booties just as she had found them. She closed the lid as quietly as she could, and then dashed to the door. She heard Margaret calling her, so she entered the hall quietly closing the door. She looked up just in time to see Margaret drop her armful of clean laundry.
"Mother what were you doing in there?"
"I am sorry dear, I shouldn't have gone into your nursery without you. I was trying to rest, but I couldn't sleep and I came up the hall to lie down, and well my curiosity got the better of me." She paused before adding, "You did such a wonderful job, and the dresses were just beautiful."
"The dresses, you opened the trunk! I can't believe you did that what if you had gotten dirt on them or let a moth in? Mother I am not ready to enter that room, and now I have to to ensure everything is in order."
"Margaret darling I assure you my hands were clean, and there were no moths in the room. If you like I'll go back in there and check for you."
"Mother I believe you have done enough. Now if you'll excuse me I have to enter the room and make sure everything is where it goes. When I come back out, I will put away the clean laundry and then we will dust and prepare supper."
Her mother wasn't happy with her tone of voice, but she knew she was powerless to do anything about it. "Perhaps I could go in with you and you could tell me about the dresses?"
"Mother you weren't even supposed to have seen them yet. Now if you'll please excuse me I'll get started."
With that Margaret opened the door and entered the nursery. She sank to the floor behind the now closed door, and cried because of what she was missing. She knew one day she would be a mother, but that day couldn't come soon enough. She knew she had to pull herself together and get through this somehow if she was ever going to get supper on the table in time. She brushed aside her tears and opened the trunk to find the dresses merely tossed on top. She pulled them all out admiring the delicate work she and her mother in law had done over the last six months. She quickly re stacked them and laid them gently on top of the booties. She made sure there were no moths anywhere in sight, and then closed the lid. Wishing she could seal it up for ever. She quickly glanced around the room remembering all of the love that had gone into carving each piece. She couldn't take anymore and bolted out the door.
Adele saw her fly out of the room and quickly grab the laundry to put away, and then she disappeared into her room. Her mother wished she could end the pain, but she knew this pain she had caused, and thought it best to leave it alone. Margaret had been in her room trying unsuccessfully to make the tears stop when she heard a knock at the door. She knew it was her mother, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to face her. She took a deep breath trying to draw in strength, and then opened the door to allow her mother in.
"I am sorry to interrupt you darling, but I know you wanted to get supper started. We'll dust tomorrow okay?" Her mother said this as if she was still in charge, but Margaret was too tired to fight back and begrudgingly acquiesced.
The two of them headed down the hall and entered the kitchen. Margaret re lit the stove and put on a pot to boil. Then she headed off to the barn. Her mother thought she was still upset and followed behind her. Margaret entered the barn and grabbed the largest hen she could find. This was her best egg layer,but it would be easier to kill one than two. She normally left this to John, but he was busy with her father,and she knew how to kill a chicken. She took the hen into the stable where she grabbed the axe and asked her mother to hold her feet with one hand and hold her body down with the other. Adele finally realized what was about to happen, and wasn't sure if she could take it, but given what she had done earlier decided to do as she was asked. Margaret chopped off her head with one fell swoop and Adele let the hen go. It got up and ran around until it finally collapsed on the floor of the stable. Once they recaptured the hen she showed her mom the quickest way to pluck her and ran inside to get the potatoes going.
By the time Adele had returned Margaret had the potatoes boiling with celery, onions, and a garlic clove. Margaret laughed at the sight of her mother covered in feathers and a spot of blood or two, but told her to go wash up. As Adele was washing up Margaret cleaned up the chicken, and dressed it for baking. This was going to be a fine dinner. A bit heavier than normal, but it would make for a great night of sleep. The ladies set the table while the chicken was baking and Margaret finished the vegetables off, by sauteing them in a skillet. She covered the skillet when they were finished, and then she headed for the parlor to dust. Adele was amazed at her ability to juggle so many things at once, but she was impressed more. By the time Margaret had finished the dusting of her home, the chicken was done.
She pulled the chicken out and began to carve it up. Then she got out a serving platter and placed the vegetables on it in the center she placed the carved chicken. Then she made some lemonade with berries because her parents had liked it so much. With supper finished she opened the door and rang the bell. The men had just finished putting away their tools in the stable and ran to the well to grab some water to wash up. Margaret was placing that morning's bread on the table along with some butter as they came in.
"Wow sweetheart this looks great. I can't wait to sink my teeth into that chicken."
"John's right dear I can't think of a time where I had a better looking feast. Thank you for preparing it."
With that they sat down at the table and Roy said grace. Margaret thanked her father for the compliments, but John could hear the tension in her voice. He wanted to ask her what had happened, but he knew better than to ask in front of company. Roy lavished Adele with details about his hard work on the farm, and informed her that the work had made him feel younger. He told her that they were buying a small summer cottage out here before the fall came, and that she could decorate it anyway she pleased so long as she left him an outdoorsy type room for a study.
Adele's alarmed response soon came, "Roy we couldn't possibly live out here. I don't know the first thing about cooking, and who would run our store?"
"Adele darling, I have already thought of everything. We'll have the Smith boys run the store. I'll train them this fall and then again in the spring while we finish readying the cottage. That way they'll know how to run things, and we'll have plenty of time to get adjusted to the cottage. We'll go back once a week to check up on them. As far as your cooking goes, we can either teach you to cook or bring our cook with us. I'll leave that up to you."
Adele could tell there would be no talking Roy out this, and she hated the idea of living here, but she would be closer to her daughter. Finally seeing the silver lining Adele smiled nodding her agreement. She was still secretly hoping he'd change his mind as the summer neared, but Roy quickly dashed those hopes.
"Adele I am so glad you like the idea. There is a cottage for sale just down the road. John was telling me all about it. The young couple that used to live there moved back to her hometown after her father got ill. So we would not only be helping them out, but we would be that much closer to our baby."
Fear danced across her face, she knew there was no going back, and it scared her to death. She knew better than to cross him, but she just couldn't imagine living out here in the country with all the uncivilized people that inhabited it. Margaret smiled to herself knowing exactly what fears were playing out in her mother's mind. It seemed that at last something in her mother's life wouldn't be exactly as she had planned it.
"Relax mother it's quite nice out here. We have quilting bees in the summer, on some nights we even go the Johnson's barn and square dance for hours. It's quite enjoyable really. We even have tea at Grandma Maddie's house. It's quite an ordeal. She only chooses three ladies to have tea with and she never chooses the same lady twice until that is everyone has had her turn. I had been here only two weeks before attending my first tea. It's wonderful mother. She has tea of course, and cherry cordial, and lady fingers, and dainty sandwiches, and mother it's just the most thrilling thing to listen to her talk about the old days, and the opera."
"Margaret I'll have no more talk of quilting and dancing, and a Grandmother that isn't yours!"
She nearly spat the words out she was so upset. Why was everyone trying to make her comfortable out here in the middle of no where? She wouldn't put up with it another second. How could Roy ruin everything she had worked so hard to gain? She was almost in tears and fought to hold them back. John put his arm gingerly on her shoulder.
"Adele, you're probably just tired after the long trip. Why don't you sleep on it, and if you still feel this upset tomorrow perhaps Roy will reconsider," he knew Roy wouldn't back down, and he knew she wouldn't either, but he was hoping it would ease the tension at his supper table.
"John perhaps you're right. I'll think about it for the time we're here, and if I like it out here, perhaps I'll consider it."
Roy nearly fell off his chair he was so shocked at her change of heart. He loved his wife, and he knew what moving out here would mean for her. He didn't want her to lose her place in society, but he longed for the reprieve the country gave his soul. There wasn't much talking during the rest of the meal other than to compliment Margaret on her fine cooking. By the time supper was over she was nearly beaming. She quickly cleared the table and began the dishes. Her mother got up to help, but she insisted that she sit on the porch and try to relax.
Roy and John escorted her outside and they sat down on the porch swing and the chairs to relax. Adele was amazed at how clearly she could see the stars. The night was quiet save the crickets and the birds singing their night songs. She could hear the owls calling to each other. It was beautiful. She had never heard anything like that in her life. She longed to hear more. Her face softened and the tears she had been fighting so hard finally won out.
Roy and John hadn't said a word, knowing that if she could hear the night she would fall in love with the country. Roy did however join her on the swing and he tenderly put his arm around her. He kissed her cheeck and then he just sat there letting her soak in the calm country night. Adele was in her own little world when Margaret joined them on the porch.
"Mother isn't it beautiful out here?"
"Yes dear it is, I can't believe you never told me about this before."
"Mother it's one of those things you have to experience for yourself, or you'd never believe it."
"Margaret I think you're right. Thank you for letting me have this experience."
John and Margaret sat holding hands and Roy still had his arm around Adele as they sat in a comfortable silence and let the songs of the night carry them off to another world. The few clouds in the sky had parted and at last the moon shone in all it's glory. Adele looked up just in time to see it peek from behind the clouds and it took her breath away. It was gorgeous she had never seen the moon like this in the city. It lit up the whole sky it seemed. She could now see all the way to the roadway, but beyond that was total darkness. She sighed as she leaned into her husband and let the anger of earlier that evening seep out of her body. John noticed just how late it was getting, and excused himself to bed. Margaret went in to check that everything was ready in the guest room for her parents. When she returned to the porch her mother had fallen asleep with her head on Roy's shoulder. Margaret steadied the swing so Roy could carry her mother in to bed. She then held the door open for her father and locked up for the night. She blew out the fire in the stove and then settled in for the night. Grateful that at last her mother could see the beauty of the country.
When at last she entered her room her husband asked her what had happened earlier to have so near tears. Margaret had forgotten all about the nursery until then. She finally let the tears out as she told him what had happened. He put his arm around her trying to comfort her. He wished he would have been there in her time of need. He knew she wasn't ready for that room yet, but he could now enter the room without emotion. He longed to have a baby, but not until she was ready. When she had finally stopped crying she apologized for losing it emotionally, and then crawled into bed. John reassured her that it was alright and then blew out the oil lamp and crawled into bed as well. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 5:07:42 PM | Yes, DQ..that is so much more enjoyable..I really like this story..
(About the "essay".I can usually write a few words here, to enourage the authors, or to praise their works, but lately, I cannot post less than two paragraphs in order for POF to accept it as an answer...It keeps saying that my answer is 'too short'..LOL)
I think you should send this manuscript out for publishers to see, DQ..It has a quality about it that would sell, and I think it would sell well, indeed...Bob... | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 7:36:09 PM | Hi Imadancingqueen,
I'm liking it so far. I think the second chapter reads very well (it took me a bit to get into the first) - I can tell you're getting a feel for the characters and are developing them well. I enjoyed reading it. Bob mentioned publication. It you have not done so, read Stephen King's "On Writing" for some helpful tips about the publishing business. Waiting for Chapter Three - but don't rush it (I should follow my own advice; I never edit my stories before I post them and probably should). | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 11:53:33 PM | I’m impressed, I really like the story …I Went back up to the top. Wanted to read both chapters in one sitting.
You got a gift, Dairy Queen…We all await the next chapter.
Then I had to go to the barn to milk Elsie. With that chore finished, I started to read the second chapter to Elsie…She likes a good read too…Now she started bawling. Poor, poor, Elsie. I saw big cow tears. Elsie really was hoping to visit you. Looking at Elsie, I get the feeling, she thinks she got, well how can I say it, “Cow Snubbed?"
I’m going to send her down the road to visit the “Prize bull” again. That will lift her spirits.
I remember, the last time I sent her over to visit the “Prize bull”; her milk was “Frothy” for a week! | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 8:52:26 AM | Bobby,
Now I understand what you meant. I hate when it does that. I am glad you are liking it. I do want to get this published, but I have to finish it first. I can't wait to write the next chapter. Before I post it I promise to space it out for you.
Pokerman,
I really appreciate the compliments your private email makes much more sense now. I am sorry you had a hard time getting into the first chapter. This isn't going to be an action book however, it's going to be a mystery. So I really want to show who my characters are, and then lead you into the mystery to discover the answers just as my characters do. I am really getting a feel for my characters, and I am loving it so far. You will get chapter 3 posted once it's written and edited of course.
1magar,
I am sorry you feel snubbed, I was already almost finished with Chapter two when you brought in the cow's name, I promise it will be used in an upcoming chapter perhaps the next one. In fact while typing the reply to Pokerman I thought of how I am going to bring her into the story. You will like it.
You crack me up by the way. I am glad you are liking the story so far, and I really appreciate your compliments.
Now I need to go write chapter 3. | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 1:32:37 PM | Hi Dairy Queen
Elsie the cow, holds no, doesn't feel the need for any "Cow snub Grudge"
She is happy now since the "prize Bull" has been "Mooing" after her!
I have been "Snub Proof " since I was a kid.
Fact. ...Returning home from my second day at school, I find the house empty.
My parents moved away .....No latch key child here...........Snub Proof indeed!
Try that e-mail thingy again, restrictions reset, sorry, had no idea, someone
as young as you could write so well.....Bravo...... If there is still a problem
contact me again at my storyline.....Your Fan........Slim Chance at 1magar | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 2:17:32 PM | You are so funny. I will bring Elsie in though. Either in chapter four or chapter five it just depends on how it goes. This story is proving to be more of an undertaking than I had originally anticipated. For instance it's called the Tractor, yet it's set before they existed. AGGGGG The funny thing is that my whole story idea is based on the tractor, and yet at the moment it doesn't fit. I know one way I could bring it in, but I don't know if I can do it. It will involve me renumbering my chapters for one and for two I will have to add a few chapters to the beginning to make it make sense. It could work though.
You are fine, I totally understand. I can always talk to ya here. Thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it. You are gonna die when you see the next chapter. So far it's freaking awesome. Toodles for now. | |
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Posted: 1/10/2007 10:56:59 AM | CHAPTER THREE
The sun rise was spectacular as Adele took in the start of her second week on the farm. It took some getting used to, but Adele was actually enjoying the country. She loved the quiet of the morning, but mostly she loved being so close to her daughter. She took a large sip of coffee from her mug, and then sat back on the porch swing to listen to the morning. The birds were singing in the trees and zipping about trying to catch the worms. The squirrels were chattering noisely and chasing each other around the trees and up the trees and down the trees and almost to the porch where they saw Adele and then scurried back to the nearest tree. She could hear the hens clucking and the rooster crowing, she could even hear the cows bawling as they were being led out to the pasture. She never thought she would enjoy these sounds, but they were like music to her ears now. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell Roy yet, but she was actually beginning to look forward to their own summer cottage. Her coffee was gone now and she went inside to help Margaret put the finishing touches on breakfast.
By the time the men had finished the morning chores breakfast was ready and waiting for them. Roy loved being in the country and couldn't figure out why he had waited so long to return. He loved the fresh air, and the work was making him stronger and leaner too. He couldn't seem to get enough to eat, but then he was working harder than he had ever worked in his life. He felt totally invigorated and couldn't wait to have his own summer cottage. He entered the kitchen, kissed his wife, and then kissed his daughter on the cheeck.
"Morning ladies," he said inhaling deeply to catch the aroma of breakfast. "Margaret it looks wonderful and it smells well delicious."
"Morning Daddy, thank you I think it looks pretty good myself," she said with a laugh.
John loved that they were so close, but he almost felt as though he had been pushed aside. He tried not to let it get to him, but it was hard to stifle the urge he had to scream at both of them. He wanted to get back to his marriage, and to try to have another baby. He wanted to be completely alone with his wife. At the same time he knew that without Roy's help he never would have gotten that chicken coop finished before fall, or the new gate installed in the pasture. Roy seemed to think crops just needed watering, but he had already missed the plowing and the planting, and he would miss the harvest in the fall. Gratefully John didn't have a large farm, or it would take him all fall instead of just September to get it all done.
They all sat down at the table and John said grace. The men ate as though it had been years since their last meal. They barely even talked as they seemingly wolfed down their food. Margaret could take no more and began to laugh at their behavior. John began to blush as he realized what she was laughing at, but her father became angry.
"Why are you laughing at the table Margaret? Civilized people do not laugh at the table unless something funny was said. I haven't heard any talking at this table today," Roy said somewhat indignantly.
"Relax Daddy, I am only laughing at the way you are eating like it's your last meal."
"Well I won't have you laughing at my table manners, if you think they are so horrid we shall leave at once!"
With that Roy slid his chair back and stormed off to the guest room. Margaret was in shock she had never seen her father this upset before. She didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to cry the other part of her wanted to laugh at his reaction. John wrapped her in his arms. While Adele went in to tame the beast.
"Roy I don't know what's gotten into you, but you will go out and apologize for your rude behavior this isntant. I will not have you insulting your own daughter in her house. Now march!"
Roy shot back, "Adele you are not my mother, and I will not apologize to her. She was the one acting rudely. We did not bring her up that way. You were right Adele her moving to the country was a bad idea. She has completely forgotten how to behave."
This time Adele laughed, "Roy she hasn't forgotten a thing, your table manners on the other hand have laxed since we came to visit. She was only laughing at the sight of her father finally relaxing after more than twenty years of being Mr. Perfect."
Roy took a seat on the bed, "perhaps I was a bit harsh, but if she wasn't such I good cook, I wouldn't have to race John like that to make sure my belly gets full."
They both laughed now, and after they had contained themselves they returned to the kitchen where John was still comforting Margaret.
"Margaret I told you everything would be fine, look your parents are back and I don't think you father is upset anymore."
Margaret looked up to see her parents smiling at her, and so she invited them back to the table to finish their meal. Her father stumbled through an apology, and everyone finished their breakfast in peace. After breakfast the men returned to the farm to get to work on the fields, and Margaret and Adele did the dishes and then started their own chores. Adele was shocked that in such a short time she had mastered the routine, and since they both worked quickly they had time to relax on the porch with some berry lemonade. As they sat on the porch swing slowly sipping their lemonade and enjoying the cool summer breeze Ruth came around from behind the house.
"I thought for sure you'd be out back hanging your washing, but here you are relaxing. Margaret where did you find the time for that?"
"Good morning Ruth, I am sure I told you my mother is staying with us for a spell. She helped me this morning and now we are enjoying some berry lemonade. If you give me a minute I'll bring you out a glass."
With that she disappeared into the house for a glass of berry lemonade and left her mother to introduce herself. When she returned they were laughing as if they were old friends. Margaret handed Ruth her glass and resumed her seat on the swing. Ruth took a sip amazed that once again Margaret had done something she had never thought of. It was so good, she took another sip and another. Then she forced herself to set the glass down worried she might look like a heathen in front of Adele.
"Margaret I only came over, because well I need to trade you for some eggs."
Ruth looked worried, and she had begun to wring her apron in her hands, but she continued, "Apparently a fox got into our barn last night and ate our only hen. The really odd thing is that when Teddy went out to the barn this morning everything was shut up just as it had been when he came in last night. The boys swear they didn't go out to the barn until after Teddy went in this morning. But a hen doesn't just disappear."
"Ruth I'll give you one of our hens that way you can get all the eggs you need. When you have Teddy buy a new hen just buy us one then."
"Margaret I don't think Teddy'll like that, but it would be easier than coming over everyday to borrow or trade for eggs."
"Ruth you tell him I insisted. We don't need eggs as much as you do, we don't have any strapping young men to feed over here. You take the eggs you need for today, and I'll even bring that hen over. I know he won't argue with me."
The ladies finished sipping their lemonade and then headed out to the barn to choose a hen. She didn't want to give up her best egg layer, but she definitely wanted her to have enough eggs until their next trip into town. She grabbed the brown hen she laid a fairly decent amount of eggs and she was fat enough to eat should they need her for that. Ruth thought she was too big to give away, but Margaret insisted. She held the hens wings down and they headed off to the barn at Ruth's place. Ruth and Margaret jumped over the small creek easily, but Adele was unsure of herself and misjudged the distance. She landed in the creek making them all laugh. At least it wasn't deep enough to go over the top of her boots. Teddy was in the barn when they arrived and he was furious at Ruth for asking for the entire hen instead of just the eggs, but Margaret quickly appeased him. He knew he needed to buy a few more hens, and the more you bought the better the price. He was only too happy to get the biggest hen from John's farm, but he almost felt guilty for accepting such a generous gift.
"Well Teddy, I haven't told John yet, but he'll understand. You have two growing boys to feed, and well you know our situation. We'll be fine. We still have eight hens left, and besides I know John was planning to buy more this fall anyhow."
"Alright Margaret we accept your generous gift, but you better get back over there and tell John what you did before he starts hollering that a fox got into his coop."
"Okay Teddy we'll leave right now to tell him. Before I forget though this is my mother Adele, Mother this is Theodore or Teddy to his friends. Before you and Daddy leave we ought to have a supper together." She was almost thinking out loud, but she knew it was a great idea.
"Margaret thank you for introducing us, I think it's a splendid idea, but are you sure you want all four of to come over?"
"Yes Teddy I want all four of you to come over, and you are welcome. Well we better go tell John. I just know he'd remake the entire coop if he thought for a second that a fox had gotten in."
Margaret and Adele walked back to her farm this time both of them made it across the creek. Adele thought her friends were just lovely, and couldn't wait for the supper. As they neared the barn they heard John frantically calling for his missing hen. Margaret dashed over to the coop and after catching her breath explained what had happened. John felt relieved that his coop had held up. He had lined the ground with bricks to prevent the foxes from digging underneath his fence and rather than leaving the top open he covered it with the special coop fencing. His hens had grown fat with the extra room they had to roam, and his rooster acted like he was a king. It was even large enough to house the new additions in the fall.
Margaret excused herself to go begin dinner, and the men told her they had finished early so they were going to head over to Teddy's and talk about building a new coop for his hens. Margaret was glad to see the spark in her husband again. He needed projects like this to keep him motivated. Of course she knew it wasn't hurting her father any either. She and Adele made a quick dinner and then headed over to Teddy's barn to let the men know it was ready. Adele wished the country had telephones, but she knew that they were just too expensive for this area to have one in every home. Each little farming community did have at least one phone though in case of an emergency, but this was not an emergency. Oh well at least she'd be exercising. It felt good to walk and before she knew it she was feeling younger and had more energy. Shortly after the men were told about dinner being ready they all headed back to the house. What they found when they got there however sent Adele to the floor, and almost did the same for Margaret. Fortunately for her John caught her.
The screen door had been ripped off it's hinges and the dinner had been devoured. The only evidence of it's existence were the dirty dishes that once held the food. There were no footprints anywhere, and for once Margaret wished her house was dusty so they could see which way the culprit had gone. Margaret got a washcloth and dipped it in cool water gently dabbing her mother's face with it. She shortly came around, and apologized for her weakness.
"It's alright mother I nearly fainted myself. I can't believe someone stole our dinner."
The men quickly searched the house including the cellar and the attic, and then told the ladies to head to Ruth's. From there they were to send Teddy and his guns and as much ammo as he could bring. Then after Teddy left they were to take Ruth and the boys to Grandma Maddie's and telephone the police to come at once. The ladies quickly headed off more frightened by their husband's reactions than anything else. They arrived panting and out of breath. It greatly alarmed Ruth who had been hanging the washing on the line to dry. She had the boys run to grab their father and at seeing them waving frantically he assumed it was his wife and ran as fast as he could towards the house. By the time he got there the ladies had caught their breath enough to speak although it was still difficult to hear them. They relayed John's message, but said nothing more. He asked where to meet the men and was told to meet them at the South end of the barn.
By the time Teddy got there the men had already searched the stable and found nothing. They had just headed over to the door when they saw Teddy. He handed off two of his guns, but kept the riffle for himself. The guns had all been loaded and extra bullets were passed out. Then they systematically searched the barn from top to bottom, but they found nothing. When they got outside John noticed his prized white hen was missing. This was his best egg layer, and for the thief to have taken her, he had to have known that. It made John feel sick to know that someone was watching his farm and his family and he hadn't even known. A chill ran down his spine and he tried to shake it off, yet he couldn't. His father in law saw this, and said, "It's okay John I didn't notice either."
The boys and their mother, along with Adele and Margaret made their way to Grandma Maddie's quickly. The boys had expertly hitched up the horses to the wagon and although it was a bit unorthodox the women sat in the back their legs dangling over the edge while the boys drove frantically. They passed the Johnson's wagon on the way and Mr. Johnson turned his team around to learn what was going on. The boys pulled up in front of Grandma Maddie's house and the ladies ran to her door to ring the police. The boys stayed with the wagon to tell Mr. Johnson what was going on, and he ran his team as fast as they would go to check on his wife and new baby. This was the first time he had left her alone and there was a thief loose in their community. He prayed nothing bad had happened to her. The ladies were finally allowed in after apologizing profusely for so rudely intruding on Grandma Maddie.
When she was told of the circumstances she said, "well why didn't you say so? I'll ring the police myself. You ladies head on back to your farms while I call out. Go on now I'll be alright."
To be safe they had the boys check her cellar and her stable. As soon as they were finished they headed back towards home. Hoping that nothing had happened to their husbands and that the thief had been caught. The drive back to the farm seemed to take forever, but the boys were driving slower now that the police had been called. Besides the horses needed a rest from the heat. Soon enough the horses pulled up to Margaret's farm and they all piled out of the wagon. The boys tied up the horses, and then headed around back to join the search.
John knew it wasn't okay, but there was nothing he had seen in the last week that would make him suspect that anything was out of the ordinary. They checked the wheat field, but found nothing. Wherever the thief was he had gone quickly and he didn't leave any indication of where he was heading. The only thing John could think of was that he was hiding at the house he had been trying to convince his father in law to buy. He knew it hadn't been vaccant long, but a thief wouldn't know that unless he had been watching for sometime. Where would the thief have been hiding to know that? He was distracted from his thoughts by the approaching boys. The little detectives in them had searched the creek and then the haystack so by the time they caught up to their father they were wet and covered in hay. To them this was all fun and games. To the men this was anything but.
John asked, "How did you get back so quickly?"
"We hitched up daddy's horses to the wagon and then we drove really fast to Grandma Maddie's, and we saw Mr. Johnson and he followed us to Grandma's. We told him what happened and he just ran really fast on his horse. Then we looked all over Grandma Maddie's house and her yard for the thief, but we didn't find him so we came back."
Roy laughed at their exuberance, but he was glad they thought of the horses. It showed they were thinking quickly on their feet. Not something he saw much of in the city boys he encountered at his store. John and Teddy were equally relieved that they had thought of the horses. Then they both had the same thought.
"Boys where did you leave the horses?"
"We tied up 'em real good at the front yard, and then we started searching back here with you."
"Boys we're gonna have a race to see who can get to the horses first."
"YEAH! YEAH! We love races. Are you gonna race too or is just for us?"
"Boys settle down this race is for all of us, but whoever gets there first has to untie the horses and turn the wagon around. The winner also gets to drive so we can search one more place. Okay?"
"Okay," came the boys enthusiastic reply.
"On your mark, get set, GO!!!"
The boys took off like horses out of the starting gates at the Kentucky Derby. The men meandered behind them making sure they had searched everywhere.
"You know John that race idea was great. Someday you'll make a great father," said Teddy.
"Thanks Teddy, that really means alot to me."
Roy agreed that it was infact a great idea, once he realized he wasn't the intended racer. Teddy and John quickly brought him up to speed with their plan. They were going to search the recently abandoned farm in hopes of catching the thief there, but it would be a long drive and they'd need the horses ready to go. This race also ensured that the thief hadn't robbed them of Teddy's team and wagon. By the time the men had gotten up to the house the team had been turned around and Teddy's youngest boy sat holding the reins. Teddy patted him on the back.
"Great job Jacob, I thought for sure Daniel would have won the race with those long legs of his."
"Daniel would have won, but he tripped and I knew he was okay so I beat him here."
"How did Daniel trip the path is completely flat?"
"The road path is but Daniel tried to take a shortcut and he tripped over a rock I think."
"Daniel is this true?"
"Yes Daddy it's true. You never told us what route we had to run so I took the shortest distance hoping to win."
Teddy looked at his knee and it was scraped, but okay. Then he had Daniel show him exactly where it was that he had tripped. He hadn't remembered seeing any large rocks in John's yard. Daniel took him over to the rock that tripped him. You could still see the print in the dirt from his hands as he fell forward. The rock didn't look out of place in fact it was pretty stuck in the ground.
"Alright Daniel try to be more careful next time I wouldn't want you to be hurt.
"Okay Daddy, but can I at least drive back?"
"Son you've got yourself a deal."
They walked back to the wagon where the others were anxious to leave. John told Jacob where to go and off they went. Leaving their wives to answer the questions of the police when they got there. Jacob knew it would be a long drive, so he made sure the horses didn't go too fast or they'd have no energy. They plodded along the road until at last they had reached the house. In case the thief was there they didn't want to alert him so they kept on going until they had crested the hill. Then Jacob pulled off and tied the horses to a tree. Then they hung a large bell under the seat so that if he had seen them he couldn't take the team without their knowing. The horses were grateful for a rest, but Jacob knew they were thirsty. He took off his hat and headed to the creek. He filled it up for the horses and they drank greedily. It took him several trips before they had their fill. He had to run all the way to the house to catch up to his father.
"Okay son I know you are excited, but if you aren't quiet you could be seriously hurt," his father whispered.
"Okay Daddy I'll be quiet," Jacob whispered back as he tried to catch his breath.
Soon the men were on the porch and trode quietly so as not to tip off the thief. Daniel and Jacob had butterflies in their stomaches. They couldn't wait to catch him. From what John could see of the inside no one was there, but he could see footprints in the dust. He slowly opened the front door hoping it wouldn't creak as he opened it. His father had gone around the back to make sure the thief didn't get out that way. Jacob and Daniel stood in the middle of the house on either side to watch the windows, and to watch for signals that meant help was needed. Teddy remained on the porch to make sure the thief couldn't sneak past John and run off.
John carefully checked each room, but he couldn't find anyone. Perhaps the thief had already moved on. He left the house and told everyone to meet in the back. This time it was decided that Teddy would do the searching. He entered the cellar cautiously, but again turned up nothing. They headed to the stable next. They found dust and cobwebs and a few spiders, but nobody was there. They entered the small barn and were checking the stalls when John's prized hen was thrown in his face and the thief ran out. No one knew quite what to do. They all ran after the thief, but he had disappeared into the trees. Teddy took his boys and headed for home where he knew the police would be waiting. John and Roy stayed at the abandoned farm in case the thief got brave and came back.
Daniel drove the team as fast as he could, but they were tired, and didn't have the energy to run like they had earlier that day. His dad hated to do it, but he needed to get there faster, so he pulled out his whip and spurred the horses on. He pulled up in front of Margaret's front porch just as the police were heading outside. He heard them tell the women, that because there was no thief there they needed to begin their investigation of the neighboring farms. Teddy spoke then to let them know where to go.
He told the boys to take the horses to the creek and let them drink as much as they wanted and then to take them home unhitch them and give them apples and carrots as a treat. He told Ruth he was going back with the police to make sure Roy and John got home okay. Ruth wanted him to stay there with her, but she knew he would do the most good there and so she let him go. The boys went about their work quickly so they could tell their mother what she was dying to know. The horses seemed to drink forever, but soon enough they had them back in the stable and unhitched the wagon.
On the ride to the abandoned farm Teddy filled them in on precisely what had happened. The police thanked him for his assistance thus far, but told him once they got to the farm it would be up to them to do everything that needed done. Teddy agreed, but let them know should they need help or just more people they would be more than willing to step in. The police agreed that that was acceptable, so long as they only stepped in when needed, and soon they had arrived. Teddy hopped down out of the wagon, and rejoined his friends to fill them in. Roy and John told the police that since the thief had gone into the trees they had not seen them, but there were plenty of places he could be hiding.
The police grabbed their lanterns and headed off into the trees to search, but soon realized they would need help with so many places to look. The five men fanned out and searched until they could no longer see. The police headed to the neighboring farms to let them know what had been going on and to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. After telling the nearest neighbors of the abandoned farmhouse what was going on the police took the men back to their farms and then headed back to the city, promising to return in the morning to commence a larger search.
The men's bellies were hungry, and they hoped that the ladies had prepared a meal for them. To their delight they had prepared a feast. Ruth had been to nervous to go to her farm without Teddy so she stayed and they prepared a feast for their men. They offered to feed the police officers but they politely declined citing their need to report their findings to the chief. The police excused themselves and were soon on their way. The men sat down to a scrumptious meal of pork roast with mashed potatoes and hot fresh rolls. They even dished up extra vegetables. They all ate in silence to hungry to think about anything else. After the delicious meal the men sat on the porch deciding just how much to tell their wives, while their wives did the dishes.
Soon the men returned to the kitchen to explain what had happened to their wives. They knew their wives knew the thief hadn't been caught, but they didn't want them to know that they had no idea where to look for him. They told their wives that he had run into the trees behind the farm, and had headed south from there. They told them that all the farms south of their had been instructed to tell their neighbors to be on the look out for anything unusual and that any hens that turned up missing were not the result of a fox and should be reported immediately. One farmer had even mentioned that his egg count seemed to be slightly lower, but that he wasn't missing any hens. Their wives knew they weren't getting the whole story, but if it helped them sleep they didn't care.
Teddy and Ruth soon excused themselves and headed home to prepare for bed. Roy and John rounded up the animals and shut them up tightly. They even put the chickens in the barn just in case. John wished there was a way he could lock the door, but since he couldn't he shut the door and tried not to think about it. The night seemed extra dark, and John looked up to find the moon. That's when he noticed the clouds. The thief might have a better shield of darkness, but he wouldn't be prepared for the rain. Upon reentering the house John told Margaret to close up tight. She thought this was merely because of the thief until he told her to close up the attic and the nursery. She knew something wasn't right, but did as she was asked.
Within an hour the storm had moved in on the small farm. It poured rain for what seemed like hours. The sheet of rain coming down was so thick Margaret couldn't see past the window. She told herself that they would be okay,and soon drifted off into a deep sleep. John had drifted off the moment his head touched the pillow. It had been an exhausting day.Adele was frightened what if the house flooded, what if it was struck by lightening? What if it caught fire? She couldn't sleep, but she was too scared to leave the bed, so she poked Roy until he moaned at her.
"Roy wake up, something's not right."
"What's not right Adele," he asked groggily.
"I don't know, but something doesn't feel right, I think you and John need to go check on the barn."
"In this weather? Have you lost your mind?"
Roy rolled over and fell back to sleep quickly, but Adele sat there worrying for another hour. She finally fell asleep listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof. It was quite calming, and soon she was floating down the river near her parent's home in an old canoe soaking up the summer sun. She had once been carefree, and only in her dreams did she allow herself to return to the little girl that lived inside her. | |
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| The Tractor
Posted: 1/11/2007 11:06:57 AM | | Now I'm impressed. This chapter is very good. I liked Chapter Two, but this one is even better. Well written (I think this one is the best I've read of your threads) and nice interaction between the characters. You give, through conversation between the players, a little more insight into the people involved. Very good. | |
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| The Tractor
Posted: 1/13/2007 6:39:57 PM | Well I guess I am glad that I came across this when there were three chapters , and I didn't have to wait to see what was coming next!
Awesome story and yes publication for sure!
You do escalate in chapter two in giving us the reader a much better understanding of your characters.......wonderful storyline.....chapter 4? | |
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| The Tractor
Posted: 2/1/2007 7:14:34 AM | | It's a charming story. Sad and poignant at times,but you truly give life to your characters. I,myself,delve in the darker side of things,as you know from my story. Thanks for the compliments,by the way. I'm looking forward to reading your next chapter. Have fun....and happy writing! | |
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