MATRIMONY – Young widower, reasonably wealthy and intelligent, seeks to make the acquaintance of a young woman, of reasonable intelligence and adaptable, with an eye to matrimony. Must love music. Address Jacob Daughtry, You Bet postal office, You Bet, California.
Cassandra stared at the ad. She had not considered becoming a mail order bride. She wasn’t entirely sure she was considering it now. It was an insane plan. At the mere thought of it she felt a surge of simultaneous horror and an almost electric feeling that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was the first thing she had felt in weeks that wasn’t abject despair.
She read over the ad again. What could it hurt to just write him a simple letter? It’s not like just by doing that she would be committed. She would write him a letter, and if she changed her mind, no harm done.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she sat down at the writing desk and got out paper, ink, and a pen.
I’m really going to do this, she thought with disbelief. She dipped her pen into the ink and began to write.
Dear Mr. Daughtry,--
She stopped writing. It felt like a betrayal to Jonathon, writing to another man like this. She told herself that she was being absurd, but it didn’t make her feel any differently. She almost put the letter away. But then she set her jaw and continued writing. If this was what it took to provide for her and Jonathon’s baby, then so be it.
Dear Mr. Daughtry,
My name is Cassandra Whitmore. I saw your personal advertisement in the newspaper here in New Orleans. I am 23 years of age, educated, and am possessed of a fierce love for music.
She paused for a moment. How could she tell him she was pregnant? What man would want her knowing she was already with child? She stared down at her letter for a long moment before continuing.
I would be generally pleased to make your acquaintance and arrange for a marriage.
Regards,
C. Whitmore
It felt odd signing Jonathon’s last name on a letter to another man. Again, she felt that hovering sense of betrayal. She shook it off and put the letter in an envelope. After a moment’s thought she decided to include a tintype image of herself. The only one she had was the one that Jonathon used to carry. For the baby, she reminded herself.
She slipped the picture into the envelope with her letter, sealed it, and addressed it. She decided to bring it to the post office right away. She was afraid she would lose her nerve if she didn’t.
Hannah was just returning as Cassandra was leaving and they met just outside the front door. Hannah beamed when she saw Cassandra.
“I…I was just going…um,” she stammered. She realized that she wasn’t entirely certain that she meant to tell her family what she intended to do.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hannah said with a smile. “I’m just glad to see you out and about.” She gave Cassandra a brief hug. “Hurry back for supper.”
Cassandra gave her a small smile and nodded. She waited until her cousin was back in the house to continue on her way to the post office. She paused outside of it and looked down at the letter in her hand.
I could still change my mind, she thought. But, she realized, she really couldn’t. She was completely out of options. All of her hopes were riding on this one letter to some stranger in California.
She stepped inside, paid for postage, and mailed the letter.
It was done.
*****
Jacob made his way into town and headed for the post office, Moses plodding at his side. Half of him didn’t put much stock in the mail order bride business. The other half hoped that he had gotten a response.
“Got anything for me, Ansel?” he asked. He half expected the man to say no. It had been a few weeks since the ad should have appeared in the paper and he had yet to receive a letter. But Ansel surprised him.
“Matter of fact, I believe I do, hoss,” Ansel. “Just a moment here….ah, there it is!”
He handed Jacob a sealed envelope with a New Orleans postmark.
“Much obliged,” Jacob said with a nod. He put the letter in his pocket and headed to the general store with Moses. He tethered him outside and stepped inside the general store.
“Afternoon,” Sam greeted him.
“Afternoon,” Jacob replied with a nod.
Sam turned his attention back to his newspaper as Jacob gathered the things that he needed. He set them on the counter when he was done and Sam began to tally them up.
“You got any good tobacco and rollin’ papers?” Jacob asked.
“Son, you know I got the best in town,” Sam replied.
“That you do,” Jacob said with a laugh. It was a sort of running joke. Sam’s store was the only place in town to get tobacco.
He paid for his goods, loaded Moses down, and headed over to the saloon. As he had expected, Garrett and Charlie were in their usual place in the back corner. He ordered a beer and joined them.
“Howdy,” he said as he sat down and started rolling a cigarette.
“Howdy,” Garrett replied.
“You just caught me,” Charlie said. “I was about to head on home to Sarah, soon as I finish this beer.”
“How are things with Sarah?” Jacob asked. He supposed it was a little forward to be asking another man about his personal life, but he was genuinely curious. Charlie didn’t seem to mind the question.
“Things are great,” he said. “Sarah’s quite a woman.”
“That’s good,” Jacob said. “I’m happy for you.” He struck a match and lit his cigarette.
“Say, what ya got there?” Charlie asked, indicating the letter that protruded from Jacob’s pocket.
“Oh,” Jacob said, pulling the letter out. He turned it over in his hands examining it. “I put an ad in the paper.”
“Oh,” Charlie said, suddenly much more interested. “In the personals? Like I done?”
“Oh, did you now?” Garrett asked.
“Yeah,” Jacob replied.
“Well, what’s she like?” Charlie asked.
“Don’t know,” Jacob said, shaking his head. “This is the first letter I’ve gotten.”
“Well, aren’t ya gonna open it?”
Jacob shrugged and took out his knife, slitting the top of the envelope open. He pulled out a short letter.
“Well, she appears to be a woman of few words,” he said with a laugh when he saw how short the letter was. His eyebrows raised as he read it. “Well…she certainly is frank.”
“How do you mean?” Charlie asked. Jacob handed the letter over to Charlie who proceeded to read it out loud.
“‘Dear Mr. Daughtry,
My name is Cassandra Whitmore. I saw your personal advertisement in the newspaper here in New Orleans. I am 23 years of age, educated, and am possessed of a fierce love for music. I would be generally pleased to make your acquaintance and arrange for a marriage.
Regards,
C. Whitmore.’ Wow,” he said, looking up from the letter. “She certainly is a woman of few words.”
Jacob pulled a tintype out of the envelope. The woman in the photograph had pale hair and delicate features. Something about her struck him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
“You could certainly do worse,” Charlie said, looking over Jacob’s shoulder.
“I suppose I certainly could,” he replied absently.
Later, as he lay in bed, his thoughts revolved around the girl from New Orleans. Cassandra Whitmore. He knew little to nothing about her. He had expected some sort of long distance courtship, something like what Charlie and Sarah had done. Her quickness to agree to marriage had taken him off guard.
What the hell, he decided. Why not? He would arrange for her to come and see what happened.
Chapter 4
Cassandra made her way to the post office, as she had done every Tuesday for the past few weeks. She knew it was a little early to expect a letter, if he decided to send her one at all. But her belly was growing all the time. Already she had
had to let out her dresses to allow more room for the baby. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her pregnancy a secret.
It came as a surprise that there was, in fact, a letter waiting for her from You Bet, California. She held it her hands for a long moment before tucking it away and heading for home. Anticipation and dread warred for the upper hand.
When she reached her cousin’s house she went directly to the guest bedroom. In truth, Hannah no longer considered it a guest bedroom. To her, it was Cassandra’s room now. But Cassandra was determined not to get too attached to a place that she had already decided she must leave.
She sat down at the writing desk and took out the letter. She set it down on the desk and stared down at it, steeling herself to open it. After a long moment, she took a deep breath, took up the letter and the letter opener, and slit it open.
The envelope contained three things. Her heart skipped a beat as she pulled out the first. It was a train ticket. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled the letter itself out of the envelope. Enfolded in it was a small amount of money.
Dear Miss Whitmore,
I would be pleased for you to join me in California. Enclosed you will find a train ticket and enough money for passage on the stagecoach to You Bet. I look forward to making your acquaintance.
Sincerely
J Daughtry
Cassandra’s hands trembled as she drew a tintype photograph of a man from the envelope. He had dark hair and sad, intelligent eyes.
She tucked the letter, photograph, train ticket, and cash back into the envelope and went to find Hannah. She couldn’t, she decided, leave without an explanation. She found her in the sitting room.
“Hannah,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Can I speak with you?”
“Of course,” Hannah said, setting her knitting aside. Concern painted her features as she got a look at Cassandra’s face. “Are you alright?”
Cassandra nodded. She took a deep breath before she spoke.
“Hannah, I…I’ve made a decision.”
“Yes?”
Unable to find the words that she wanted, Cassandra took out the letter and handed it to Hannah. Hannah’s eyebrows climbed in surprise as she read the brief missive.
“I see,” she said after a long moment. “Who exactly is he?”
“I answered his ad in the newspaper,” Cassandra told her.
“Oh,” Hannah said. She fell silent for a moment, thinking. “And he knows about…?”
She indicated Cassandra’s belly. Cassandra blinked in surprise.
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew,” she said with a small smile. “No case of the nerves I ever heard of lasted this long. Not to mention you’ve been letting out all your dresses. And besides, you’ve got that glow.”
Cassandra looked down and said nothing. After a long moment Hannah spoke again.
“I won’t try and talk you out of it,” she said. “If this is your decision then I’ll stand behind you.”
“Thank you,” Cassandra said, tears filling her eyes.
The next few days went by in a blur of preparation. She sold most of what she owned, including the dress from her and Jonathon’s night at the opera. It pained her to see it go, but she needed the money for her travels.
Almost before she knew what happened, her preparations were done. She said her goodbyes to Hannah at the station and boarded the train. And just like that, she was headed west toward a strange new life.
*****
Jacob was sitting in the saloon idly smoking a cigarette and listening to Garrett and Charlie’s banter when he heard the stagecoach come clattering into town. He stubbed out his cigarette, stood, and headed for the door. Garrett and Charlie stopped their banter and followed him.
He watched the stagecoach draw to a halt with equal parts anticipation and trepidation. He recognized her from her photograph the moment she stepped down from the stagecoach.
“Ms. Whitmore,” he said formally, stepping forward.
“Mr. Daughtry,” she replied just as formally.
There was a long moment of silence.
“Shall we, uh…?”
“Of course,” she replied. Not much more was spoken between them as they made their way to the justice of the peace. Garrett and Charlie exchanged a look and shook their heads.
The ceremony was brief, and when it was done Garrett and Charlie wished them well and went their separate ways.
“I guess I should show you to my…um, I mean our…house.”
“Alright,” Cassandra said quietly.
They walked to the house and Jacob ushered her through the front door.
“It’s not much,” he said. “This is the kitchen. I got some things I thought you might need.” He indicated a motley assortment of flour, beans, dry goods, honey, and other things.
“Oh…thank you,” she said.
They continued to the sparsely furnished sitting area.
“This is the sitting area,” he said. They stood quietly for a minute before continuing to the bedroom. “And this is the uh…,” He paused to straighten the tattered blanket that adorned the bed and cleared his throat nervously. “This is the bedroom.”
Cassandra nodded, looking around and taking in the room. After a long moment she spoke.
“I think I may lie down for a bit. If that’s alright.”
Jacob nodded and withdrew from the room, wondering what exactly he had just gotten himself into.
*****
Cassandra fell into a deep sleep almost before her head had hit the tattered pillow. The exhaustion that was the constant companion of pregnancy coupled with her long journey had taken everything out of her. She woke briefly sometime in the night when she felt the weight of her new husband settling into the bed.
She tensed for a moment, unsure what to expect. But he rolled over with his back to her and soon began snoring. Cassandra relaxed and drifted back to sleep. By the time she woke again it was morning and he was gone.
She rose from the bed and was glad to see that Jacob had seen to having her trunk brought. She changed out of her travel clothing and, unsure of what else to do, set to work cleaning the house and going through the kitchen to see what she could cook for dinner.
She managed to find enough in the odds and ends that Jacob had bought to prepare a meal, but she would definitely have to go into town again soon.
It felt strange to make herself so at home in someone else’s house. But, she supposed, this was her home too now. It was a strange thought.
It was late afternoon by the time Jacob came through the front door, covered in grime from the day’s work. He blinked in surprise when he saw that she had beans and cornbread prepared and set out on the table.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be up yet. You didn’t seem too well yesterday.”
“Just needed some rest,” she said with a faint smile.
“I’m glad,” he said. “I’ll go get washed up.”
It felt strange to him at first, having a woman about the house again, but the two of them quickly settled into a comfortable, if somewhat distant rhythm.
One evening, as Cassandra was finishing up cleaning in the kitchen, Jacob took his guitar and went outside. Cassandra stopped what she was doing when she heard him pluck out the first few notes of Wayfaring Stranger. It was one of her favorite songs.
She stepped out the front door and began to timidly sing along. Jacob looked up and offered her a smile. Her voice was not as robust as some of the opera singers whom she so admired, but it was high and sweet and true.
When the song was done he reached up and took her hand. She sat down next to him and the two of them watched the sun set together. She was surprised to feel things stirring within her heart that she thought had died along with Jonathon.
Cassandra felt a surge of joy followed immediately by a pang of dread. It was only a matter of time before Jacob realized that she was pregnant. She was beginning to show more every day
Just as she had known, it was not long before Jacob realized her condition. It was a Sunday and he had been looking at her oddly all day. After some time he went into the bedroom and began to rummage through a trunk. He came back out holding three dresses and handed them to Cassandra.
“Thought you might be needing these,” he said bitterly. He seemed about to say something else, but thought better of it. He turned and went out the door without another word.
Cassandra, confused, began to examine the dresses. They were maternity dresses. Cassandra felt her stomach drop sickeningly. But at the same time, she was almost relieved. The secret was out now. No more agonizing over when he would find out. No more agonizing over how to tell him.
She had meant to tell him. She had just never found a good way to do it.
She had no idea what would happen now. She supposed he would be well within his rights to have the marriage annulled. What had she been thinking when she had decided on this crazy plan? That he would just smile and say it was alright? She felt sick.
She was still sitting there trying to figure out what to do when Jacob came back, seeming much more composed than he had been before. The two regarded each other in silence for a long moment.
“Seems we need to have a talk,” he finally said quietly.
Cassandra nodded miserably.
“I’d ask you to explain yourself, but your condition speaks for itself I think.”
Cassandra didn’t reply.
“There a man gonna come lookin’ for you? A husband? A lover?”
“No,” Cassandra said, barely above a whisper. “He’s gone.”
Something softened in Jacobs face. “How?”
“Yellow fever,” Cassandra told him. “Right after I found out about the baby. He never knew.”
And suddenly Jacob understood. The last of his anger evaporated as he saw just how much pain she was in. He wrapped her in his arms, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
“I never told you how I lost my wife,” he finally said. “She died in childbirth, a couple years back. Baby didn’t make it either.”
“Those were her dresses,” Cassandra realized.
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