“You know what I mean. Arrangin‘ a ball would give us lots to do,” Crystal returned, excited over the thought of showing herself off in a splendid new ball gown.
“I suppose it would.”
“It will be an excellent chance for Robert to meet someone else. And, of course, you too. You don’t meet enough young men, not with Robert and Jacob always monopolizin‘ your time. Don’t worry about Robert. A ball is just the thing. There’s nothin’ like a new love to make you forget the old one.”
Angela smiled. She was in the unfortunate position of knowing better. When you love deeply enough, you don’t fall easily in love with another. Oh, yes, Angela knew that all too well.
The next day, Robert proposed and Angela said no as gently as she could. He seemed to take the rejection with his usual good humor, but his eyes held more than a hint of pain. Angela hoped he would find another love quickly.
Sadly, ironically, she understood his pain but could not tell him why she did.
Chapter 22
BRADFORD Maitland paid his bill and left the Mobile hotel. In the short time since his arrival yesterday, he had received more stunned looks than he could possibly have expected. What was the matter with these people? Had they expected him to stay away forever?
Well, maybe, with his return, the subject of gossip would change from what he had heard last night. Could he really believe what people were saying about his father and the young girl who was supposed to be his mistress? No wonder the old man had had an attack!
The streets weren’t crowded for midmorning, and Bradford found it easy to hire an open barouche to take him out to Golden Oaks. He leaned back in the carriage and relaxed, letting the burning sun bake him. He realized suddenly how much he hated New York and the life he had been leading. Working only in the afternoons, drinking and gambling the nights away, going from one forgettable affair to another. He missed the morning sun on his face, the burning southern sun, not that cold sun of the North. He missed riding through open fields. But mostly, he missed his father.
It’d been seven years since Bradford walked into his home, late that night in ‘62, after leaving Crystal. Seven long years. At thirty, he had proved his ability to run the Maitland empire, though that had not been his intention before the War. Then, he wanted only to marry Crystal and take her to the Texas frontier. But the war and his brother had killed those dreams, or most of them.
He was still going to the Maitland ranch in Texas. Soon, in fact, but he had to see his father first, and just hope that Zachary and Crystal would stay out of his way.
Arriving yesterday, he’d gone directly to Doc Scarron for a full report. He left the good doctor’s house with the burden of anxiety lifted from him. His father would be all right.
He frowned. Did he hate Crystal now, or did he still love her? He doubted there was any love left, but the bitterness was still there. That sweet southern belle had professed her love for him so strongly that she was willing to give herself to him before their marriage. Why had he played the chivalrous gentleman? He should have taken her. Perhaps it would be easier to forget her if he had spent just one night with her.
Bradford came back to the present as the barouche rolled under the giant live oaks lining the long driveway. He smiled. The tall white mansion was the same, still a part of the old world, unchanged, unaffected by the war. But inside would be different. Time had not stood still for the occupants of Golden Oaks. How many of the old servants still remained? Was Robert Lonsdale still a constant guest? Did Zachary and Crystal have children? How many? Bradford wished now that he had not asked his father to refrain from mentioning anything about home in his letters.
Bradford paid the driver and left his trunks on the front gallery. He entered the house without bothering to knock, then stood motionless in the wide hallway. The only sounds he heard were the indistinct clanging of pots coming from the kitchen.
Bradford started up the stairs, to his father’s room. He hoped his father hadn’t changed too much. The attack might have taken a toll on him.
“Master Zachary, what you doin‘ back from the city so soon? Is anythin’ wrong?”
Bradford turned on the stairs to see Hannah standing in the doorway to the dining room, a wet towel in her hands. The expression on her face hurt him.
“Don’t look so surprised, Hannah. I take it no one expected me to set foot in this house again, including you.”
“Yessuh—I—I mean, no, sir,” she stammered, her brown eyes like huge saucers.
“Well, don’t tell anyone I’m here, Hannah, because I only came to see Father. Is he in his room?”
She nodded slowly and Bradford continued up the stairs, leaving her staring after him. He knocked on his father’s door and waited for an answer, then entered the sun-drenched room.
They stared at each other for long moments without speaking. Bradford was pleased to find his father looking so well. That young girl he’s taken up with must be good for him, Bradford thought with amusement.
“It’s been a long time, son. Too damn long!” Jacob said gruffly. Misted eyes showed his joy. “It’s a fine thing when my ill health is the only thing that will bring you home.
“But that’s one way to get you home where you belong. I know I don’t have much more time left to me, and I want to see peace between my children before I die. It can’t be done if you aren’t here.”
“It can’t be done at all, Father. And besides, I’m only staying tonight,” Bradford said reluctantly, watching some of the gleam leave Jacob’s eyes. “And even this is too long to expect tempers not to flare. Is Zachary living here?”
“Yes.”
“Then there is no point in even discussing it. I came only to see you, not my brother and his wife. Now, what caused the attack, anyway? Dr. Scarron didn’t say.”
“I can only blame myself,” Jacob replied, annoyed by his own shortcomings. “Zachary and I were arguing about Angela again, and I lost my temper. I should have known better. Doc’s warned me enough times not to get upset.”
“Her name is Angela, eh? It’s surprising how many girls have that name,” Bradford commented to himself drily. “What’s the matter with Zachary? Is he too straitlaced to accept your mistress living in this house?”
“For God’s sake, Bradford! So you’ve heard that filthy gossip? And right away, you believe it’s true!”
“There is nothing wrong with keeping a young mistress, as long as no one is being hurt by it,” Bradford replied. “It’s done all the time.”
“Damnit, Bradford, I expected better from you!” Jacob’s tone rose dangerously.
“Hey, calm down!” his son soothed, alarmed now. “I only wanted you to know that I don’t sit in judgment on the way you live your life. You’re a widower and no one expects you to be celibate. But if that’s not the way it is with you and the girl, then how is it?”
“I’m sorry I lost my temper, but—”
“Well, you should be!” Bradford scolded. “Didn’t you just get through telling me you can’t do that anymore?”
“I know, I know. But I’ve lived with that gossip for four years now, and though I don’t give a damn what people think about me, it’s not fair to Angela. Even Zachary believes it, and he was the damn fool who started it to begin with!”
“I don’t understand.”
“How could you, when you refused to let me write you anything about the goings-on here?”
Bradford sighed. “Touche. I’m sorry.”
“Well, first let me explain about Angela. When William Sherrington died four years ago, Angela was left alone to fend for herself. I have—”
“Wait a minute!” Bradford said with open surprise. “Are you talking about the scrawny little girl whose father farmed on your land?”
“That’s right. I have known Angela since she was born. Her mother, Charissa, and I were childhood friends. Charissa’s parents, the Stewarts, were friends of the family’s when we lived in Springfield. At any rate, because of the family connection
s, I felt responsible for Angela. Also, because I like the girl. Can you understand?”
“Oh, of course,” Bradford lied.
He knew all about Charissa. He painfully recalled all the nights his own mother cried on his shoulder about the other woman in Jacob’s life. They thought they were so clever, his father and Charissa Stewart. They were so sure no one knew of their affair. But Samantha Maitland knew, had known from the beginning. She told no one except Bradford. To him she had poured out her shame and grief.
He hated his father for a long time afterward, and hated especially the woman who had caused his mother so much heartache, and who caused Jacob Maitland to pack up his whole family and move to Alabama, just so he could be near her. But finally, Charissa Stewart, then married to William Sherrington, disappeared. His mother was happy again. And as the years passed, Bradford forgave his father.
Bradford didn’t care now if his father had a dozen women, for Samantha Maitland was dead. But Bradford couldn’t believe his father would take as his mistress, the daughter of his old lover. That was inconceivable.
Jacob was saying, “I brought Angela into my home four years ago, not out of charity, but to make her an equal member of this family. I had her educated. She couldn’t even write her name. She’s an intelligent young woman, and graduated with honors this year. I would give Angela anything she wants, though she asks me for nothing. She helped her father work that farm for most of her life. She is a kind and gentle young woman, though a trifle spirited at times. She’s twenty-one now, and quite beautiful.” Jacob smiled warmly. “In fact, I have known only one woman who matched her beauty, and that was her mother.”
“I take it there is more to tell?” Bradford changed the subject.
“It’s Zachary and Crystal. They’ve both disliked Angela from the start, and they haven’t made her life pleasant. They resent her because I’ve taken her in and treated her like a daughter. I always wanted a daughter,” he said reflectively before he continued. “Your old friend Robert, now, is in love with Angela, or so he says, and wants to marry her.”
“Well, good for Robert.”
“I’m not so sure it would be a good idea,” Jacob said quickly. “I’ve tried to discourage Robert because he’s— well, the boy just doesn’t show enough sense of responsibility. No, I don’t think it would be a good idea for them to marry. Zachary now is appalled at the idea, and I’m sure he will do his best to put a stop to it if Angela agrees to marry Robert. As I said earlier, Zachary is more or less the cause of the gossip. Every time Angela has come home from school, even for Christmas holidays, Zachary has packed his wife off to the city, giving the impression that he is protecting Crystal from his father’s immorality. He said he was only doing what his wife wanted, because she didn’t want to stay under the same roof with Angela, but I’m not so sure now. Not after I learned he actually believes Angela is my mistress.”
“That’s a hell of a predicament,” Bradford remarked, shaking his head. “Can’t you make some kind of announcement, setting the matter straight?”
“No matter what I said, there would still be talk. You know that.”
“Well,” Bradford said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, “I could take Angela to the city with me tomorrow when I leave. One passionate kiss in a public place for everyone to see, that ought to turn the gossip in a different direction. But that wouldn’t be good for my reputation. You see, Father, I’m engaged. And Candise Taylor will make as good a wife as any.”
“But do you love her?”
“No. I’ve looked for love long enough with no luck. I can’t go on looking forever. And if I ever do fall in love, I suppose I could always make the woman my mistress.” He refrained from saying, “Like father, like son.”
“I don’t like it, Bradford.”
Bradford raised a brow. “What? That I would take a mistress, or that I’m marrying Candise Taylor?”
“I had hoped you would marry for love,” Jacob replied sadly. “I didn’t, and I always regretted it.”
Bradford felt the anger of the past churning once again. “Then why did you marry Mother?” he asked bitterly.
“At my father’s insistence,” Jacob answered, his voice heavy with remembrance. “He was a man who enjoyed manipulating others’ lives, especially mine. At the time, I had no involvements, so I gave in. But you must know your mother’s and my marriage was not an ideal one. It is for that very reason that I have never insisted you marry.”
“And now that I have decided to marry, my choice being one I thought would please you, you’re not really happy about it, are you?”
“If you were happy about it, then so would I be. But you’ve already admitted you don’t love Candise Taylor.”
Bradford sighed. “Other than Crystal, there was one other girl I loved and could have been happy with, but she disappeared from my life without a trace. I’ve given up hope of ever finding her, though I’m still trying.” He rose and began pacing. “But I can’t wait forever.”
“For God’s sake, Bradford, you’re only thirty!”
“Yes, but should I continue to wait to find the right girl, when chances are I may never find her? And Candise is a lovely woman. She’s quiet, shy—we should get along quite well. And who knows, I may grow to love her.”
Just then there was a knock at the door and at Jacob’s answer, Robert Lonsdale came into the room in an agitated state. He didn’t pay any attention to Bradford, who quickly brought a hand up so it half covered his face. Robert directed his attention to Jacob.
“I thought you would like to know, sir, that she refused me.” Robert paced the room as he spoke.
“What are you talking about, my boy?” Jacob asked, though the answer was obvious.
“Angela! She turned me down. She said she doesn’t love me, that she loves another. I don’t mean to be disrespectful, sir, but it’s you, isn’t it? She’s in love with you, because you’ve been so kind to her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Robert,” Jacob replied in a patient voice. “Angela is like a daughter to me.”
“Who else could it be but you?”
“Someone she met at school, most likely.”
“Well, no matter who Angela thinks she is in love with, I’m not givin‘ up!”
“It would be best if you did, Robert, if Angela isn’t inclined toward you.”
“You’ll forgive me, sir, but I can’t give up so easily,” Robert said emphatically. “I want no other woman but Angela!”
“Does she know how upset you are about this?” Jacob asked with concern.
“Of course not! I couldn’t tell her.”
“Where is Angela now?”
“I left her at Susie Fletcher’s house. Susie invited us to stay over for the night. I was too upset to stay, but Angela accepted. She’ll be back sometime tomorrow afternoon, I imagine. But I tell you now, sir, that I’m going to marry Angela. And I don’t want to hear any more arguments from you, Zachary. We may be the best of friends, but—”
Robert stopped short when Bradford finally turned to face him. At first, Robert’s face lit up with pleasure, but then he scowled darkly and stalked from the room without another word. Bradford smiled, for it seemed his old friend was dealing with pride, rather than genuine dislike.
“I don’t think he hates you, Bradford, or ever did. Robert, like all of your old friends, just couldn’t understand why you joined the Union to fight against them. The war broke many ties—personal ones as well as those of our country. The personal losses may not be reconciled, but the country is better off for it. I think Robert was more embarrassed just now than anything else.”
“I hope you’re right, Father,” Bradford said with a halfhearted smile. “But it looks like our little plan is off now. I’m leaving in the morning, so I won’t get a chance to meet Angela again, or take her with me to the city.”
“Could you stay longer?” Jacob remarked with a hopeful look.
“You have enough strife in this house as it is
. I won’t add to it. I’m going to Texas, and looking forward to it. You know our old ranch went to ruin during the war, but it shouldn’t take too long to put it back in order. It should be ready in time for my bride. I’ve left Jim McLaughlin in charge of Maitland business up North, but I’ll still make the decisions if you’re not up to it.”
“Well, if that’s what you want, then what can I say? And yes, I want you to continue handling things. I don’t want you to get out of touch with the business, for it will all be yours soon enough. I still wish you would stay here a little longer—just a few days, maybe.”
Bradford stood up slowly and clasped his father’s hand. “I would love to stay with you, honestly, but it’s best if I don’t face Zachary at all. And I definitely don’t want to see Crystal. Where are they, anyway?”
“Zachary took Crystal to the city on a shopping spree. That woman dearly loves to spend my money. They probably won’t be back until this evening.”
“I guess I’m lucky I didn’t run into them there this morning. I will come and have dinner with you tonight, Father, and we can talk more this afternoon. But other than that, I’ll stay in my room. I’m sorry it has to be this way.”
Chapter 23
BRADFORD said good-bye to his father, who tried once again to talk him into staying. But there was nothing that could induce him to stay longer at Golden Oaks, for then a confrontation with Zachary would be inevitable. Frankly, Bradford wasn’t quite sure how he would react if they came face to face. It was best not to find out.
The summer morning was beautiful, the sky bright blue. Bradford strode to the stables.
“I’s all ready to go, Master Brad,” Zeke said, standing beside the carriage.
“I have decided to ride one of the stallions into the city, Zeke,” Bradford replied buoyantly. “You can follow me in with the carriage.”
“Yessuh.”
It felt good to be riding the back of a horse once again. That, and his father’s improved health, put Bradford in good spirits. As he set out down the long road, Zeke following slowly, Bradford put Golden Oaks and its occupants behind him and began to think of Texas.
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