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  Her mother had taken the move very hard, losing their home was like losing the last piece of her husband, and she sunk into a deep hole of depression. They rented a room at a boarding house in town, her mother taking on another job as a cleaning lady there to pay for their room. But after falling into the pit of depression, she could no longer work and would she’d sleep all day. Josie took over cleaning the boarding house for her mother as well as taking in sewing jobs, while her mother would spend her waking hours staring at the wall or crying, no matter how Josie tried to console her. It was a bleak existence and Josie’s loneliness consumed her.

  Then, something happened. It seemed as if her prayers had been answered. Josie wasn’t exactly sure what had caused it, but something sparked a change in her mother’s behavior. She was able to work again, she would sit and eat with Josie, help her with her homework, talk and laugh with her again. Josie couldn’t believe the change. Soon after, she figured out why her mother was acting this way…she was being courted by Mr. George Prentiss.

  George was an attorney from Philadelphia who wished to live a quieter life in a small town after losing his first wife. While he was setting up his practice and having a house built for himself, he was staying at the boarding house and that’s how he met Charlotte, Josie’s mother. Josie usually took her meals in their room, she didn’t like eating in a room full of people she didn’t know, so she didn’t realize her mother had met him and had been spending time with him. Both being widowed, they felt a connection to each other, they’d understood the loss of losing a spouse. Once his house was finished, he proposed to Charlotte and she accepted.

  After that, life changed drastically for Josie and her mother. They went from sharing a cot in their little room at the boarding house to living in a sprawling Queen Anne home that was twice the size of the whole boarding house!

  George took Charlotte on a honeymoon trip, bring Josie along with them as they shopped for furnishings for the new home, went sight-seeing and ate at fine restaurants. It was a whole new world for Josie and she felt like she was living in a fairy tale, George even took her to a bookstore and let her pick out as many books as could fit on the new bookshelves in her room. That was her favorite part of her new life.

  But her fairy tale didn’t have a happy ending like the ones she read about in storybooks. It was on the trip to Philadelphia that she first noticed the inappropriate way that George would look at her. The first time, she looked away, thinking it was just an innocent, awkward exchange. But when she looked back, he was still looking at her, in a way that made her skin crawl. She spent the whole train ride back trying to decide whether or not it was just her imagination but after arriving home, she realized it wasn’t her imagination and it only got worse.

  Whenever she’d get the courage up to approach her mother about the subject, she would end up changing her mind. Her mother was so happy, she didn’t want to take that away. Of all people, her mother deserved some happiness in life. And it wasn’t as if George mistreated her, he treated her like a queen. He was kind to her, lavishing her with attention and gifts, and was a perfect gentleman to her. In fact, it was very out of character for George to act the way he did to Josie, which is why she had a hard time deciding if she was overreacting or not. But the more it continued and the worse it got, the more she knew it was not her imagination.

  She’d reached a turning point one night when she went to her room to retire for the evening. She took off her dress and was in her camisole and petticoats when she heard a noise, a very slight noise, behind her. She turned around and there, for a moment, she saw an eyeball peering at her in the cracked door. She shuddered in horror, feeling a shiver crawl down her spine. She jumped in bed and pulled the quilt up around her neck. She didn’t realize she needed to lock her bedroom door in her own house but apparently that was the case from now on, after this encounter. To think that her stepfather saw her in her camisole was a burning embarrassment, a violation of trust. She didn’t feel safe. If he could violate the privacy of her bedroom, what was next?

  Josie decided that it was time to confront her mother, it was something that must be done. One afternoon, while George was still at his law office, she gathered her courage and approached her mother, who was sitting in the parlor doing embroidery work and humming to herself. When she saw Josie come in, she looked up and smiled at her.

  “Hello, Josie. How was school today?” she asked.

  Josie didn’t want to talk about school. If she were to talk about school, she’d have to tell her mother how much she disliked school and was glad that now that she was eighteen, this would be her last year of it. However, the school talk would have to wait for another time, now she needed to focus on the conversation she needed to have with her mother about George.

  “Fine,” was all she said about school before changing the subject. She looked down at her mother’s fingers skillfully moving the embroidery needle for a moment before going on.

  “Mother, do you have time to talk with me for a few minutes?”

  “Why, of course I do, I always have time for you, dear.”

  Josie walked in and sat down on the settee next to her mother, smoothing her skirts and looking down into her lap. She was second guessing herself again, but she got this far, she needed to go through with it.

  “What is it, Josephine? You looked troubled?”

  Josie felt a lump growing in her throat and her eyes were tearing up. She needed to hold herself together. “I am troubled mother, and I can’t bear this burden on my own any more. This is just something that is really hard for me to say, I’m not sure how to do it. I don’t want to make you sad and I don’t want you to hate me.”

  “Hate you? There is nothing in this world that would make me hate you! A mother’s love is unconditional.”

  Josie nodded and smiled. She didn’t want to take away her mother’s happiness, but she had no other choice.

  “Mother, it’s about George?”

  “George? What about him?”

  “He…he…he really makes me uncomfortable.”

  “Uncomfortable?”

  “Yes, it’s how often he stares at me and the way that he looks at me mother, I feel that it isn’t an appropriate way for a stepfather to look as his stepdaughter. It’s almost as if, well,…it just makes me uncomfortable. And at first it was just the looks, but now, I feel as if he is always trying to find a way to be close to me, to touch me…”

  As she spoke, Josie noticed her mother didn’t have the look of shock on her face that Josie had expected her to. Instead her jaw was clenched and she listened with no emotion, almost as if….as if she already knew. Josie wondered if her mother had picked up on George’s behavior towards her and had kept it to herself.

  “Oh, Josie, I think you are mistaking the honest affections of a stepfather to his new stepdaughter. He wants to make you, to make us, feel welcomed here. He has gone out of his way to give you everything, a lifestyle most girls your age could only dream of.”

  Josie tilted her head and looked her mother straight in the eyes. “I know he’s been good to me, and he’s been good to you. That’s why this is so hard for me mother, after everything you’ve been through, you of all people deserve happiness. I honestly don’t think I’m mistaking his intentions. Do you think that I’m making it up?”

  Her mother shook her head. “No, it’s not that I think you’re making it up, dear, it’s that I know you have an active imagination, probably from always having your head buried in a book,” her mother smiled nervously as she spoke.

  “Is it possible, Josie,” she went on, “that you are reading too much into this? Because I think that is exactly what is happening here. We owe him so much, child, for everything he’s done for us. He is a good man, he treats me like a queen and he has taken you in as if you were his own.”

  Josie shivered at the thought. She was definitely not his own.
She wasn’t sure how to take what her mother was saying, it seemed she was just dismissing Josie’s concerns. She hoped that her mother didn’t think that she owed him her own daughter. The very thought was horrifying.

  “Henry the eighth treated Anne Boleyn like a queen, too, look where it got her.”

  “Josephine, really!”

  “It’s been getting worse, Mother. I saw him, spying on me, when I was in my room changing.”

  “Maybe just thought you heard something, perhaps it was nothing. Why must you assume the worst?”

  “Did you hear what I said? I saw him, I saw his eye through a crack in the door, there was no mistaking that he was trying to peek at me while I was undressing. He was a regular peeping Tom. I’ve never felt so violated in all my life. I’m afraid of him, Mother.”

  Her mother was getting agitated. “Afraid of him? Has he ever hurt you? Has he ever laid a hand on me? Do you know how lucky we are to have him? What exaclty would you have me do with this information?”

  Josie was heartbroken, this was not how she had hoped this conversation would go. “I just wanted to let you know that it was happening. I guess what I’d like to happen is that I’d like you to speak to him about it, to ask him to stop. I can’t take it any longer. You just told me that you loved me unconditionally. Please help me, Mother, I want it to stop.”

  “Oh Josie, I do love you unconditionally, always and forever and that’s exactly why I will not speak to George about this. Look at where we’ve come from, everything we’ve gone through…do you want us to lose it all? Do you want to end up back in that cold, dingy little room at the boardinghouse? Do you want to see me work myself to death cleaning and laundering to save us from living on the streets?”

  “Of course not, mother,” Josie said quietly, looking down into her lap. Her eyes were welling with tears. This had been a mistake It had not gone as Josie had hoped.

  “Everything I have ever done is for you, Josie, starting when you were born. You were breech and your birth almost killed me, it was physically the most painful thing I’ve ever endured in my life. It was why I could never have any more children. I nursed you back to health after your father died and then when we’d lost everything, I did everything in my power to provide for us so that I didn’t have to leave you at an orphanage.”

  Josie didn’t know what to say. Though her mother said that she loved her unconditionally, she had chosen George over her. Her cheeks burned as tears silently rolled down over them.

  “Mother, if you wish to do nothing about this, that is your choice, but then I’ll have to make my choice. I can not stay here anymore.”

  Her mothers brows furrowed as she looked at her daughter with confusion. “Whatever do you mean, you can’t stay here? Where on earth would you go?”

  “Texas.”

  “Texas? Of all places, Texas? What, pray tell, is in Texas?” Her mother crinkled her nose as if she smelled something unpleasant.

  “A man who wants to marry me.” Josie pulled out a leather portfolio from behind her and opened it. Inside were a collection of letters, all addressed to her. “These letters are from a man named Sam Dawson who was looking for a bride. But he’s not looking for one any longer, because he found one.”

  Her mother’s face was one of utter confusion. “How do you know him?”

  “Remember Hannah Foley?”

  “Yes, of course I do, the Foleys lived on the floor above us at the boardinghouse. What does Hannah Foley have to do with this?”

  “I don’t know if you remember this, but she used an agency, a Mail Order Bride Agency that helps men out West find wives by matching them with women here in the East. Before she left, I asked her about the agency that she used and gave me their card. At first, I was interested because I wanted to find a husband for you, and give us the chance to start over somewhere far from here, where we’d had so much pain.”

  “But you never even mentioned it to me, or at least, not that I can remember. I was really suffering then and have forgotten so much.” Her mother’s voice was quivering as her thoughts went back to the dark days of her depression.

  “No, mother, I never got the chance to mention it to you, because shortly after that you met George, and after that, you were back to yourself again. And despite the way I feel about him now, that is one thing that I will always be grateful to him for. There wasn’t a reason for me to use the agency. But for some reason I kept the card and then later I came across it again. This time, I was interested in using it for myself, so I wrote the agency to find out information about it.”

  “But, you’re only eighteen? Why are you in such a hurry to get married?”

  “Because I needed a plan, a plan for a future for myself in case my worst fears were realized and you would not be able to help me. I needed something to give me hope. Father taught me that God helps those who help themselves. I can not stand to live here with him. If truth be known, I’m not happy at school, I’m not happy at home, I don’t even feel safe here, I’m afraid one day…he’ll go too far.”

  Her mother held a hand up too her hand and gasped at she understood Josie’s meaning. “Never! Oh he would never!”

  Josie went on, “I’m miserable here. What I like about the agency is that they match up people who are looking for the same thing. There are some men in a hurry and want a girl who’s willing to go on the next train out, and there are others who prefer corresponding with a girl, getting to know her better, to make sure they are right for each other. That’s what I wanted.

  I liked the idea of someone getting to know the real me. I feel like boys here, they only like me because I’m pretty, they don’t who I truly am, on the inside. This was a chance to have someone love me not for what I look like, but for who I am. And someone has. And I’ve fallen in love with him, too, he’s a wonderful man. At first it was a fantasy, wondering if I could find someone to love me, but it’s not a fantasy any more; it’s come true!”

  “But how? You don’t know him? How can you marry someone you’ve never even met? And to go off to Texas? You can’t be serious, Josie!”

  “But I do know him, I know so much about him, mother, we’ve shared our pasts, our dreams and hopes for the future and I know he’s right for me. I don’t even care what he looks like. He loves me for the real me and that’s all that matters. My plan is to leave and marry Sam. It’s been so hard for me to talk to you about George, but I knew that I had to give it a shot and talk to you first.”

  Her mother was about to speak, then stopped herself. She was lost in thought for a moment, then answered Josie calmly. “Though I would miss you terribly, now that I think about it, maybe it would be best for you to leave for Texas. I want you to be as happy as I’ve been with George and I hope Sam can provide a good life for you. I’m not going to stand in your way if you’ve made up your mind.”

  She knows, Josie thought. She knows that George really is guilty of the things she’s accused him of, that’s why she’s not fighting the plans to go off to marry Sam.

  “What can I do to help you prepare? We’ll have to shop for a wedding trousseau, of course, and there will be travel preparations to be made. Will you marry here, so at least I can meet him?

  “No, that’s not how it works. I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible, he wouldn’t be able to leave the ranch for that long. He told me that he is in love with me and as soon as I’m ready, to let him know and he’ll make arrangements for me to travel to Texas to marry him there.”

  “We can make arrangements for you, darling, we can pay for your trip, there’s no need for him to…”

  Charlotte was interrupted mid-sentence by George, who had suddenly appeared in the doorway.“Pay for what trip? Is somebody going on a trip?” he asked cheerfully.

  Josie jerked upright, her spine stiffened as she heard h
is voice. She was so wrapped up into the conversation with her mother, they hadn’t even heard him arrive home from work earlier than usual. She had hoped she would’ve finished the discussion with her mother and had time to get back up to her room before he arrived. But it was too late now.

  She stood up, turned to her mother and quickly said, “We can finish talking about this later, I’ll excuse myself now.”

  Josie tried to make her way out of the room but George took a step to block her. She could feel her heart starting to beat a little faster.

  “You can’t leave yet, I’ve yet to hear about the trip we’re paying for. Is that how I’m welcomed home?” He laughed as he leaned in and gave Josie a kiss on the cheek. She kept her eyes on her mother the entire time. A hint of agitation flashed in her mother’s brown eyes.

  “Yes, Josie, you must stay so we can tell George about your trip.”

  Josie gulped. She hadn’t had time to express her wish to her mother that she’d like to keep her marriage to Sam just between them until it was closer to the time she’d have to leave. Her eyes pleaded with her mother to stop, but her mother wasn’t looking at her anymore, she was looking at George.

  He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek as well. “Hello, my darling. Yes, do tell me about this trip, please.”

  “You might want to sit down for this.”

  “Sit down?” He looked at her with eyes full of curiosity.

  “We were talking about Josie’s wedding trip,” Charlotte told him.

  George laughed heartily, as if it was a joke. “Wedding? She’s planning out her wedding trip now? Why she’s only a schoolgirl. Honestly, there’s no need to rush things along, Josie, you’ll be all grown-up before you know it.”