Mail Order Bride Leah: A Sweet Western Historical Romance (Montana Mail Order Brides Series Book 1)

by Rose Jenster

  “I’ll make sure your gown is perfect, Becky,” she promised.

  “Thank you!” Rebecca’s face was wreathed in sunny smiles again, as suddenly as the pout had come on her, “Let’s go up and get to work!”

  “You might have sent word you were going to be delayed. You know how it upsets your sister to be kept waiting,” her mother reproached her gently.

  “I’m sorry, Mother,” she said, wondering why most of her daily words were confined to the obedient ‘yes, ma’am,” and her evening words must be apologies too.

  “There’s a plate for you in the kitchen when you’re through. We ate ages ago…you know your father won’t postpone a meal for anyone. President Cleveland himself would be left to his own devices if he arrived five minutes late!” her mother said.

  Tess followed her exuberant sister upstairs on tired feet and took out her sewing things. Turning up the wick on the oil lamp to give herself more light, she helped her sister into her wedding gown and checked the measurements before pinning the rows of ribbon to the hem. It was a wide satin ribbon she’d bought at the shop, and even with the discount her employer gave her, it had cost a great deal. She couldn’t afford to waste a single inch of it with inaccuracy or crooked placement.

  “Do hold still, Becky,” Tess pleaded as she pinned.

  “Don’t nag so, Tessie,” Rebecca returned, “It’s natural to be excited in my wedding dress.”

  “Yes, darling, but it’s not easy to measure and place the trim with you shifting your weight and swaying. I’m a seamstress, not an acrobat,” Tess said.

  “You’re always so grumpy when you come home,” Rebecca pouted.

  “I’m sorry,” she said automatically, and continued to pin.

  Their mother bustled in to check the progress and sniffed her approval.

  “You’ll be a lovely bride, Rebecca, just like your sister Carol was,” she sighed, “And dear Tessie will care for us in our old age and be, I’m sure, a doting maiden aunt for all the babies you will have in the years to come.” She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

  Tess felt tears prick her own eyes, but for a different reason. She was the eldest, but the only unmarried daughter left once Rebecca took her vows at the end of the month. She was the spinster bridesmaid, holding the flowers while her sisters, in succession, got golden bands before God and family, pledging their love. Her future felt so bleak, nothing but cold suppers in her parents’ house and their discontents and ailments to fill her nonworking hours. There would be less and less time for her books, her little sewing projects, even her Bible study group, as her parents grew older and her sisters would, rightly, assume that she, as the unmarried daughter, could shoulder all the responsibility. Her parents were, praise God, yet well and hearty, but the day would come that what small freedoms she had would be curtailed by necessity. She thought again of the lace parasol, the mountains of her dreams, and had to make herself focus on the ribbons and lace of her baby sister’s wedding gown.

  After securing the lace at the cuffs with a few careful stitches, she helped her sister out of the dress and went down to the kitchen for her belated supper. Tess nearly fell asleep while scrubbing her hands before sitting down to cold stew because she was too exhausted to heat it up. She took off her dress, sponged the smudges around the hem and cuffs and laid it out flat before falling asleep in her shift without even bothering to put on her nightgown. When she woke, it was with pins jabbing her in the scalp. Shaking herself awake, she dragged the pins out of her snarled hair and combed it through, wincing at the tangles. She braided it smoothly and pinned it up again, glancing at the clock and realizing with disappointment that it was already time to get ready for work.

  After another hectic day at work, Tess was more than ready to relax at her Bible study class that evening. She tidied her hair and went directly from the shop to the pastor’s home where his wife was setting out tea and little sandwiches. Although only a few of the ladies had arrived, Mrs. Talbert offered Tess a plate knowingly. Tess gratefully wolfed down three or four sandwiches of egg and cress before she even spoke.

  Jane Weaver was there and Tess took a seat beside her, removing a book from her satchel.

  “Here, Jane, this is the book I was speaking of last week.”

  “Why, thank you, Tessie. That must’ve been two weeks ago…I think you had to work last week,” Jane said kindly.

  “Oh, yes, you’re right. I had to work on my sister’s dress. She’s getting married, you know.”

  “They’re about to work you right into the ground from what I hear. All hours at that shop and then go home not to supper but to another dress to make? Gracious me. It’s glad I am that you’ve a chance to sit down at Bible study at least,” Jane said.

  “Oh, I have always liked to sew, ever since my grandmother taught me, God rest her soul.”

  “Well, I like to make pies but that don’t mean I want to do it for twelve hours every day!” Jane said good-naturedly and turned the book over in her hands, “This is the one about the pond, you said?” She added skeptically.

  “Yes, Walden Pond. It’s so beautiful, Jane, I know you’ll love it. All about how we need to simplify our lives and be as one with nature…” She clasped her hands as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with feeling, “to economize and to ennoble ourselves with good literature. How I wish I could read in Greek!” she said.

  “I’ll sure try it if you love it so much, but I won’t try it in Greek!” Jane tucked it into her valise, “We’re starting second Samuel tonight. Have you kept up your reading? I’ve read ahead for next week’s, too, as my sister and her brood are coming in for a visit tomorrow!”

  “Oh! Where does she live?”

  “Out west. She married a Mr. Rollings and they have three little ones, two boys and a girl called after myself.” She blushed with pride, “I’m not so sure how I’ll manage little Walter at the train station with all that crowd…”

  “Oh, I’ll keep him for you! I’d love to! He’s such a dear,” Tess said fondly.

  “Are you sure? He can be a handful for a little mite. I suppose it is Saturday but are you certain you’d care to spend your day off minding my boy?”

  “I’d love it above anything. I do love children so, Jane, and I’d like to be a help to you,” Tess declared.

  “It might even give you an escape from the bridal preparations.” Jane raised an eyebrow mischievously. Tess hastily shook her head.

  “Oh, no, I wouldn’t let anything interfere with Becky’s special day. I’ll complete my work on her dress, and Mother’s and mine, in plenty of time,” she said.

  “You’re so serious! I was teasing you, Tessie! You deserve a few moments away from work and the busy time before your sister weds. I only wish I could offer you something more refreshing than a morning minding my boy,” Jane said, “If you’ll come, I’ll take advantage of the offer. The train’s to arrive at 6:40 in the morning so if you could be there a bit before that, I’d be obliged,” Jane said as they opened their Scriptures for class to begin.

  ***

  The next morning, Tess was at Jane’s doorstep early enough to feed little Walter his porridge while his mother went to fetch her relatives at the train. She was busily wiping the rest of breakfast off his pudgy face and singing pat-a-cake to him, helping him clap his little hands along with the rhyme, when Jane blew back in with a noisy clatter. A woman in her thirties wore a dusty pink traveling suit that was too snug at the middle and cradled a squalling bundle in her arms while two sturdy little boys trailed behind and her husband followed with their boxes. The sitting room was filled in an instant and Tess swept little Walter up into her arms and went to put the kettle on for the company.

  She felt bashful around new people, but May was so much like Jane—warm, brash and funny—that she felt comfortable with her almost immediately. As Jane shifted little Walter onto her own hip, she thanked Tess and introduced her to the relatives. Though they pressed her to stay, she withdrew politely and wished th
em a good day catching up with each other. She would have liked to hang about, just listening to their lively, affectionate talk, but she had dresses to make for the wedding.

  She stole up to her room and stitched dutifully on her own gray dress for her sister’s wedding. As bridesmaid, she would have a new gown, and her mother had chosen a serviceable gray for her new Sunday best dress. As soon as she finished the tucks on her skirt, she began adding the trim to her mother’s rose colored jacket. It was the latest style from the fashion books and she would tailor it to flatter her mother’s figure, which ran to stoutness. The pretty jacket could be worn respectably with a dark rose skirt she already had, so the jacket and a new hat were all her mother required in the way of finery for the celebration. She had laid aside a dashing cluster of deep pink peonies at the shop to trim her mother’s new straw bonnet as a surprise. Tess had great hopes of those peonies. She smiled just thinking of how delighted her mother would be, how she would give way from the sighs about how she was growing old now her youngest daughter was a bride, and enjoy the day and the beauty it provided.

  As she sewed her thoughts wandered to the lovely family Jane’s sister had brought for a visit, the two little sons and the tiny new daughter. The little baby especially made her feel wistful, her arms longing to cradle a warm sweet infant of her own. She shook her head, reminding herself to be grateful for the work of her hands, the strength of her Lord, the care of her family, and not covet what her neighbors had. Still, when she pushed the needle’s point into the pad of her thumb, she wasn’t sure if the quick tears that came to her eyes weren’t from self-pity more than pain. Tess tried to fight off feelings of being sad and alone as well as envy.

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