Ophelia (Bride Brigade Book 4)

by Caroline Clemmons

  She hated when the dance ended. “That was a wonderful experience.”

  “You couldn’t have enjoyed the waltz more than I did. You’re the perfect partner.” He looked at her as if he truly meant his compliment.

  Overcome by shyness again, she could only murmur, “Thank you, Elias.” She couldn’t say why a compliment from him meant so much, but his kind words flowed straight to her heart.

  She hated to leave him but one after another, men asked her to dance. She tried to match their steps so she wouldn’t stumble but she was always conscious of Elias.

  Chapter Three

  Near the end of the dance, Grant Pettigrew sidled up. “May I have the next dance, Miss Shipp?”

  “Of course.” But she wished he had waited. She’d spotted Elias headed her way before Mr. Pettigrew reached her. Still, she had to be polite and gracious. She concentrated on her steps and tried to match his.

  “Nice party, isn’t it?” He guided her between two couples but then missed his footing and stepped on her toes. “Sorry, just learned this one.”

  She was grateful for the paper in the end of her shoes. “Me, too. I suppose you’ll write about tonight in the paper.”

  “Have to. Not much happens and I can’t afford to leave out anything, especially not when most of the townspeople are here.”

  “I enjoy reading your newspaper. I’m surprised the news is so well balanced.”

  His wide smile lit his brown eyes. “Thank you for noticing. I work hard to include variety.”

  “Lorraine… Miss Stuart writes. I’m not sure what, but I’ve seen her diligently recording things.”

  His expression made clear he dismissed the woman’s attempts. “Aw, probably a diary or perhaps she writes poetry. Everyone thinks he or she can write for the press, but that’s not true.”

  Ophelia believed he was wrong to dismiss another’s efforts so out of hand. She wanted to defend the abilities of her friends. “From the elderly she visits, Angeline Chandler is recording the details of early life here as they relate stories. She wants to organize the stories into a local history book.”

  His expression showed genuine interest. “Now that’s an intriguing idea. I hope she will. Someday we’ll have a library and a school and those stories need to be preserved for the future.” He miss-stepped again and they collided with Rachel and Doctor Gaston.

  Mr. Pettigrew skidded and went down on his knees before he caught himself with his hands on the floor. “Ow! Not my most graceful move.”

  Dr. Gaston helped him up. “You okay?”

  He laughed. “All except my pride which has taken a massive blow. Sorry, folks.” He stood and brushed at the knees of his pants then straightened. From his posture, he didn’t appear as unharmed as he’d said.

  Ophelia took his arm. “Why don’t we sit out the rest of this one?”

  “Thank you. Don’t think I’m up to dancing again just yet.”

  They found empty chairs set at the edge of the dance floor.

  Mr. Pettigrew took out a small notebook and a pencil. “Hope you don’t mind but I might as well get something down while I’m sitting here. Need to note who’s here and who’s playing music, a few of the ladies’ clothes, and all the other details I can jot down.”

  “Shall I help you? I can describe some of the dresses. The nicest one is Lydia Harrison’s, of course. Hers is lavender silk trimmed with a ruffle of white Valencia lace falling from the shoulders. Lavender is her favorite color, by the way.”

  “Not so fast, Miss Shipp. You said ‘Valencia’ lace, didn’t you.”

  “Correct.” She waited until he’d finished writing that entry. “I’d say Cassandra Bradford’s gown is next and it’s blue poult de soie with darker blue embroidery trim.”

  “Spell that poult whatever for me.”

  She did and gazed at the ladies who were in attendance. “I think the next one is that older lady… um, Mrs. Hunter. My guess is hers is mauve gros grain trimmed in cream lace. That’s probably enough for the dresses, isn’t it?”

  He scribbled rapidly. “Rattle off the food if you can.”

  “That’s easy because I helped make those. Finger sandwiches are of cream cheese and cucumber, ham and chutney, chicken and orange marmalade. Empanadas are made from spiced beef. Tarts of cherry, custard, and apple offer a variety. The punch is lemonade.”

  “Thanks, you’re a big help.” He peered at the band and wrote names.

  “Good thing you know who’s playing because I haven’t met them.”

  “No reason you would. I wasn’t sure if Mrs. Gaston would play or if the men would show up to provide music.”

  “The musicians are good, especially when you consider they have other jobs.”

  Elias joined them. “I see you’re writing up the party for your paper. In that case, perhaps you won’t mind if I steal your companion.”

  “Miss Shipp has been of considerable help, but I’m sure she’d prefer dancing. My fall left my knees aching and on fire. I believe I’m through partying for tonight.”

  Elias took her hand. “Say, Pettigrew, better have the doc check you out in case there’s damage.”

  Mr. Pettigrew waved the suggestion aside.

  The man who appeared to be the band leader announced, “This will be the last dance, folks.”

  The band struck up a waltz, thrilling Ophelia she could waltz with Elias but hating that the party was ending.

  Elias gathered her in his arms. “Appears I claimed you just in time.”

  “I’m glad you did.” Now why did she admit that? He might think she was too forward. Still, she’d only told the truth. Being in his arms was heavenly and she loved dancing.

  “I seem to remember you loved our waltz.”

  She held his shoulder as if it was an anchor which prevented her flying away. “Yes, my favorite dance. It’s magical, as if I’m floating on air.”

  “Ah, but I hope you’re conscious of the fact I have your in my arms.”

  She met his gaze. “Every second. Tonight has been a wonderful experience. I never dreamed music and dancing could be so joyous.”

  He gathered her closer. “I feel the same way, Ophelia. I believe being with you is the reason the evening seems so special.”

  “What a lovely thing to say.” Hoping he meant those words, she knew he was a major part of her enjoyment this evening. He was kind and had complimented her in words that seemed sincere. Could he be the one for her?

  How could any harm come from her giving in to his embrace for a few minutes here in public? Many guests had already left or stood at the room’s side chatting. Ophelia and Elias twirled around the floor with the few couples who were still dancing.

  The other attendees’ absence gave Elias and her more room. Keeping in three-quarter time, they fairly flew around the room, twirling until she was dizzy. She closed her eyes and was in a fairyland with her handsome prince. When the music ended and she opened her eyes, she and Elias were the only couple on the dance floor.

  “Oh, how embarrassing, Elias. Everyone was watching us.”

  “Because you’re a wonderful dancer and a beautiful woman. If I didn’t know this is your first dance, I’d think you had learned long ago and now gave lessons.”

  “You’re exceedingly kind, Elias, but Lydia explained having a good partner makes a woman a better dancer. How did you learn so well?”

  “Just part of my bag of tricks.” A solemn expression graced his face as he held her hand to lead her off the dance floor. “Ophelia, may I call on you?”

  “I’d enjoy that, Elias.” She wanted to sing and shout. After a lovely party, the man she liked best wanted to see her again.

  “Then I’ll say goodnight until we meet again.” He kissed her hand. “I’ll just tell Lydia thanks and go home.”

  Humming the last waltz, Ophelia joined the others clearing up cups and plates.

  Josephine cornered her in the kitchen. “You and Mr. Kendrick made a perfect couple whirling around the
floor. I saw him kiss your hand before he left.”

  Ophelia felt herself blush. “He was asking if he could call on me.”

  “Wonderful, and you enjoyed tonight, didn’t you?”

  She clasped her hands to her chest. “Oh, Jo, this was the very best night of my entire life.”

  ***

  Elias sat on the bench in front of the mercantile when Lydia came out of the store. “Lydia, may I have a word with you?”

  She sat beside him. “I don’t usually see you out so early in the day. What’s on your mind?”

  “Everyone knows this is your official bench and I made a special effort to catch you this morning.”

  She laughed and patted the wooden seat. “Adam teases me about this being my meddling station.”

  “Thought I should let you know that I asked Miss Shipp if I may call on her and she agreed.” He braced himself for her censure.

  She frowned and studied his face. “Oh, Elias, I don’t know if that’s wise. She’s led such a restrictive life. I’m not sure she could take in your world.”

  He met her frown with one of his own. “What’s wrong with my world?” He was sick and tired of people looking down on the main way he made his living.

  She held up a gloved hand to stay his protest. “Don’t get your hackles up. You know I value your friendship and appreciate all you’ve done for the community. I’d never have invited you to participate in our events otherwise. But, Ophelia is such an innocent.”

  Mollified, he relaxed a bit. “I’m aware of her innocence. I certainly don’t intend to defile her, just court her. My intentions are entirely honorable.”

  “I expected no less. Please understand that I don’t object, but at the same time my duty is to protect each of the young women I brought here. For instance, Rachel or Prudence would be a worthy match for you. While Ophelia’s father mistreated her terribly, she’s led a secluded life. I believe Josephine was her only friend.”

  Unwilling to be sidetracked, he shook his head. “I recognize that she’s from a strict household and close to living cloistered as a nun. In spite of that and my worldly profession, Lydia, my heart is set on Ophelia. I promise to proceed slowly and let her set the pace.”

  Lydia heaved a sigh. “I know you’ll make whoever you wed a wonderful husband, Elias. If your heart is engaged I won’t try to dissuade you. Just take care with Ophelia’s gentle heart.”

  She rose and strode toward her home.

  Elias went inside the mercantile. Michael and Josephine were the only ones present.

  Michael appeared surprised. “Hey, Kendrick, unusual to see you in here.”

  Uneasy with his mission, Elias stood in front of the counter. “Dixon takes care of business purchases for me. I came to make personal ones and to ask for advice.”

  Michael leaned on the counter. “We’re here to help. What can we do for you?”

  Josephine joined Michael. “What kind of advice?”

  He shifted from one foot to the other. “I don’t know how to court a good woman. I want to buy several small gifts to give her at separate times, but I don’t want to insult her.” He’d never felt so awkward. “Um, they’re for Ophelia Shipp.” He prepared himself for Josephine to act repulsed.

  Instead, she smiled. “Oh, that’s lovely. I can think of several small gifts that would be appropriate.” She glided down the aisle and stopped to pluck a box from a shelf. “These handkerchiefs are of the finest quality with dainty lace edging. There are three in the box.” She removed the lid to show him.

  They didn’t appear sturdy, but he supposed a woman would like the frills. “They’re good. What else?”

  “She has her grandmother’s earbobs, and she might like a necklace to go with them.” She shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t have mentioned jewelry. That would be a more expensive gift and one we’d have to order. Anyway, that’s too grand for so early in your courtship. How about a journal so she can write her thoughts each day?”

  “I’ll take the journal.” He took a deep breath. “Order the necklace and I’ll save it.” What a good engagement gift it would make.

  Josephine gave him a wry smile. “Now, there’s always the usual—a box of chocolates.”

  Michael leaned on the counter. “Last chocolate candy we’ll have until fall. We can’t keep any in summer. Of course, we’ll always have penny candies.”

  “No, I’ll take the chocolates because they’re more special. What else?”

  Josephine gestured to other parts of the store. “Women always need gloves. She might like a book.”

  He mulled over the choices, wishing the decisions were easier to reach. “What does she like to read?”

  “She’s been reading Louisa Mae Alcott since we’ve been at Lydia’s. Before that, she had no time to read. Besides, her father wouldn’t have let her read anything but the Bible.”

  Elias ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll take the chocolates, the handkerchiefs, the journal, and the gloves for now. That’ll get me started. I sure hope she’s receptive.”

  Michael wrapped each selection separately. “Have you asked if you can call on her?”

  Josephine edged the store owner aside and tied red ribbon around each parcel instead of string.

  Sweat gathered under Elias’ arms and on his brow. “I asked at the dance and she agreed. I hope I can pull this off. Courting her is different from anything I’ve ever done.”

  Josephine glanced at Michael and then met Elias’ gaze. “Be yourself and you’ll do well. After all, she consented for you to call on her, so she must have a good opinion of you.”

  Elias exhaled and a few of the gremlins in his stomach put down their pickaxes. “Thank you for your help. You’ll probably know how this works before I will.”

  Hope buoyed him as he strode toward the saloon. Josephine was Ophelia’s best friend. If she thought he stood a chance with Ophelia, then perhaps he did.

  He left three of the gifts in the safe and carried the chocolates as he walked toward the Harrison home. Would she be home or out with another man? The thought of her in the company of someone else made him cringe inside.

  Why he’d set his heart on the one girl least likely to accept him was a mystery. She encompassed everything he’d dreamed of in a wife. He never expected to actually meet someone like her who would be receptive to him, but he had. Now he’d do whatever he could to convince her to marry him.

  He nodded at the bartender as he passed. Dixon never asked questions, just carried on with running the saloon. That’s why Elias paid the man a small percentage of the profits above his salary.

  When he was shown inside Lydia’s home, he asked to speak to Ophelia. She came from the back of the house, probably the kitchen.

  When she spotted him, her face lit with a smile. “How nice to see you, Elias.”

  Encouraged by her response to seeing him, he handed her the candy. “I wondered if you’d like to go to dinner with me this evening.”

  She sat on the corner chair. “That would be pleasant.” She untied the ribbon and removed the paper. “Oh, chocolates!”

  Her lovely blue eyes sparkled. “I’d never tasted them until I came to Lydia’s. I absolutely love chocolate candy. Thank you, Elias, for your thoughtfulness.” She appeared to admire the box’s decoration before she opened the lid and extended the box to him.

  He held up his hand to stop her. “No, those are for you unless you choose to share with the other girls. I’ll call for you at a quarter of six this evening if that’s all right.”

  Her life must have been deprived indeed if she’d never tasted chocolate until arriving at Lydia’s. He looked forward to introducing her to many other new things—things he took for granted. The role of mentor as well as suitor appealed to him.

  She stood and walked with him to the door. “I’ll look forward to seeing you then.”

  Ophelia clutched the box and wrappings to her chest. Imagine, Elias bringing her an entire box of chocolates and asking her out
. Another wonderful day. She was so fortunate she’d come to Tarnation.

  She passed the box around to each person in the house before taking the treasure to the room she shared with Jo. Suppressing her desire to cram as many of the candies as she could into her mouth, she selected one to savor. The creamy outer texture dissolved and the sweet raspberry center flowed over her tongue.

  Thinking herself decadent, she chose another and popped it into her mouth. This one’s outer chocolate covered a chewy nougat center. My stars, how could anything taste better?

  With a sigh, she grabbed her soiled good dress and hurried to launder it for tonight.

  When Elias called for her, she waited in the parlor and answered the bell. “I think I’m supposed to keep a gentleman waiting so I don’t seem too eager, but everyone else is having dinner.”

  He made a funny face. “We can pretend you kept me waiting for half an hour if you wish.”

  She laughed at him and his comment. Patting her hair, she adopted a snootypose. “I can see you’re upset I kept you waiting, but you know we women must take pains to please you men. Why, I tried on a dozen dresses before settling on this one.”

  His dark eyes twinkled. “I suppose that’s a man’s lot in life, always waiting on you fair damsels. Of course, you’re worth any delay. I hope you’re hungry.”

  She suppressed the giggle fighting to erupt. “Starved, but I shouldn’t be after eating several chocolates. I only intended to eat one, yet they were so delicious I couldn’t resist more.”

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying them. Have you been to the café yet?”

  “Neither to the one here nor any other. Of course we ate on the train and then at stage stations on our trip here. Train food was delicious, but the stage station food was barely edible. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve never gone to eat at a business instead of cooking.”

  She wished she hadn’t confessed her ignorance. He was a worldly man who must think she was as backwards as they came. But, she was backwards and there was no point trying to hide what must be obvious to everyone.