Brides of Ohio (18 page)

Adele and Mary made Katherine stay in bed for several days. She tried to tell them she was fine, but Mary would have none of it.

“Head injuries are nothing to be played with,” she’d said sternly on the second day. “Your head hit the floor awfully hard when you fell.”

Katherine remembered Charles backhanding her but little else after that save for the vague yet pleasant memory of Daniel carrying her up the stairs.

By the fourth day, she still had a large lump on the back of her head and her jaw was bruised and tender, but she felt more than ready to get out of bed. She missed Daniel terribly. Mary would not permit him to even come up the stairs, but the notes he’d been sending up had lessened the ache considerably.

The first had been a word-for-word copy of four of Shakespeare’s sonnets: eighteen, twenty-nine, fifty-five, and fifty-seven. How had he known those had always been her favorites? The next evening she had blushed furiously over a copy of Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty.”

Now, as she sat up in bed rereading one of the sonnets, a small dark head poked its way around the corner of her door. “Jacob!” she exclaimed softly and motioned for him to come in.

She was happy to see he was up and dressed and his once-infected hand seemed back to normal. It was still wrapped snugly with clean strips of linen. Mary was taking no chances of its becoming infected again.

He sat on the edge of her bed and picked up one of the sonnets. She smiled as the child read the poem, his face becoming more confused by the second.

“What does ‘bootless cries’ mean?” he asked. “Is he crying ‘cause he lost his boots?”

Katherine chuckled. “No, he’s sad because his cries seem meaningless.”

“Oh,” he said, handing it back. He looked at her for a minute and frowned. “That man was mean to hit you. Who was he?”

Katherine’s heart was in her throat at the thought the boy had witnessed such violence. “Oh, Jacob, I’m sorry you saw that. Why were you even down there?”

“I heard someone talk mean to Mrs. O’Neal, so I went downstairs so I could tell him to leave her alone.” He smiled crookedly. “But you did that real good.”

“What else did you see?” Katherine was eager to know what happened after everything went black. She had asked Adele and Mary how they had gotten Charles to leave, but they had simply urged her to rest, smiling mysteriously when they assured her he would not be back.

“Mr. Kirby, he slammed the man against the wall and pulled his gun on him.”

Katherine gasped and her hands flew to her mouth.
Oh, surely Daniel didn’t shoot Charles!

Seeing the look on her face, the boy hurried on. “But Ma talked to him and he backed off and told the man to get out.” A broad smile lit up the youngster’s face. “And then Mr. Kirby said if—”

“Jacob.” They looked up to see Adele standing in the doorway, giving her son a look of gentle reproach. “You should not be bothering Miss Wallace. She needs her rest.”

“Oh Adele,” Katherine said as the woman took her son’s seat after shooing him out. “I feel fine.”

The young widow looked at her carefully. “What did my son tell you?”

“Daniel didn’t really pull his gun on Charles, did he?”

Adele nodded soberly. “I have never seen Daniel so angry. For a moment, it seemed he was someplace else. He was startled when I put my hand on his arm.”

“Is he all right?”

She smiled reassuringly. “He seems fine. You can see for yourself. Mary says you may come down in a little while.” Her eyes sparkled as she pulled a note from her dress pocket. “Daniel sends you this.”

Katherine opened it and tears sprang to her eyes.

“Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

S
ONG OF
S
OLOMON
2:13

Mary came in a little later and helped Katherine get dressed. She was surprised when Mary laid out her blue dress and fussed over her nearly twenty minutes longer than necessary.

Putting her hair up in its usual style proved to be impossible; the lump on the back of her head was still so tender Mary was sure coiling raids against the nape of her neck would give her a headache. Instead, she swept Katherine’s thick hair up on either side, letting the rest fall in waves down to her waist.

Katherine looked at her nervously when she’d finished. She hadn’t worn her hair down since she was a young girl. “Mary, I can’t go down like this.”

Mary smiled gently. “It’s not entirely proper, but you won’t be going out in public. You look just fine. Lovely, in fact.”

Katherine winced at her choice of words and, glancing into the mirror in the door of her wardrobe, started.

Mary noticed and laid a hand on her arm. “What is it, dear?” she asked.

“I’m … pretty,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but nothing changed. The same attractive young lady was still staring back at her with large, expressive eyes and hair with fiery red highlights. “It must be the mirror or because my hair is down. …”

“Or because you’ve always been pretty?” Her friend pulled her into a warm hug. “Come on before Daniel wears a hole in the rug.”

Mary left her at the foot of the stairs, sternly telling her she and Adele would not be very far away in the kitchen.

Katherine reached back and nervously patted her loose wavy hair once more before stepping into the parlor.

If she had somehow managed to become pretty in the course of four days, then Daniel had become twice as handsome in the same amount of time. She barely breathed as he stopped his pacing to stare at her.

Before she knew it, he was holding her tightly, like he would never let go.

Daniel finally loosened his hold on Katherine and looked down at her. It was the first time he had seen her in days, and his eyes were instantly drawn to the ugly bruise Charles’s blow had left on her jaw. Guilt gnawed at him as he ran his thumb over it.

Katherine’s eyes softened. “It’s not your fault,” she said.

“I should have known better. You shouldn’t have been within two feet of him.”

“I’m fine,” she soothed. “I’ve been through worse.”

“And you’ll never go through something like that ever again.” He sealed his promise with a lingering kiss. Raising his head, he noticed her hair. “Trying to start a new fashion?” he teased, holding up a handful of it.

“No.” She blushed. “I still have quite a lump on the back of my head. Mary was worried if we put it up I’d have a frightful headache.” The smile faded from her face and she took him in with worried eyes. “Adele said you weren’t yourself after …” Her voice trailed off.

Daniel nodded and led her over to the sofa. “The war sneaks up on me at times,” he said as they sat down.

Katherine’s eyes grew large with worry. “It’s not like Reverend Warren’s nephew?”

“No,” he quickly reassured her. “Nothing like that.” Loud, sudden noises had a tendency to spook him more than they used to, and Michael had once awakened him from a very ugly dream. But he didn’t feel like he wasn’t in control or not getting on with life. “I was just so angry when he hit you. That and your brother and I being in uniform.” He grasped her hands and squeezed them. “I doubt it will happen again.”

“Do you want to talk about it with me?” she offered.

“Katherine, there are things I saw and experienced no woman should ever hear about,” Daniel replied gravely. “But I’ve spoken with Michael several times.” In spite of the fact he had not fought in the war, or perhaps because of it, Simon Peter’s son was a considerate and careful listener. They had also prayed together on more than one occasion.

“I’ll pray for you then,” Katherine whispered tenderly.

He smiled as she squeezed his hands, and he glanced down at them. “Thank you. Just your presence is soothing. Like that first day out in the courtyard.”

Her eyes dropped away and her cheeks turned crimson.

He was amazed by how beautiful she was when she was embarrassed. Some of her long, silky tresses fell over her shoulder. With her hair always pulled back in coiled braids, he’d never had the opportunity to appreciate its dark, fiery depths. He gently pulled more of it over her shoulder and thought of the Byron poem he had copied for her. ‘“And all that’s best of dark and bright; Meet in her aspect and her eyes,”’ he softly quoted. Their eyes met, and he quickly found himself kissing her soft lips.

“Daniel Kirby,” she reproached a moment later, “how scandalous of you to send me a poem from a man described—by his mistress no less—as ‘mad, bad, and dangerous to know.’”

“Which is more scandalous, that I sent you one of his poems or that you know that about him?” They laughed, and Daniel wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life going back and forth with her like this.

“Katherine …” His voice trailed off. The words were on the edge of his lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to say them. How could he? She wasn’t meant for the kind of life he could offer her.

He quickly stood, and she stared at him with startled eyes. “I’m sorry. I have to do something. Tell Aunt Mary I’ll be back for dinner.”

Daniel was so caught up with his own thoughts he failed to notice his aunt had followed him out to the barn and down to Scioto’s stable.

He turned from fetching his saddle to find her standing near the stairs with her arms crossed. Her lips were pursed slightly, and she wore a look of concern. “What happened?” she asked him.

He glanced at her and quickly returned to saddling his horse. Both Adele and Aunt Mary had expected him to propose to Katherine this evening, especially after what they had heard him tell her brother. “I couldn’t do it.”

“Why? Katherine loves you dearly. I never saw her this way, even with Thomas.”

“No, it’s not her. It’s me.” He took Scioto’s bridle off its hook and fiddled with the straps. “She deserves better than this.”

His aunt didn’t pretend to not understand what he meant. “She’s perfectly content here, Daniel. I can assure you of that.”

“Maybe, but I’m not satisfied offering her the life of a farmer’s wife.” He bridled his horse and fastened the straps. “I’m going over to see if Elijah Carr’s offer still stands.” He turned to look at his aunt, and he was surprised by the uncertainty in her eyes. “You think I shouldn’t? You were the one telling me he would give me a good price.”

“Yes, I know,” she slowly replied. “At first I thought you were keeping the farm because of your pa, but I’ve come to realize the reason is much different than that. And much more important. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” he said. He pulled himself up into the saddle and looked down at his aunt. “Don’t tell Katherine. I … I want to surprise her.” But as he rode off, he struggled to ignore the growing feeling of doubt in his heart.

K
atherine, did you hear what I said?”

Katherine started at Mary’s question and turned away from the window. She, Adele, and Mary had been carefully piecing together quilt blocks, and they now had enough for a good-sized quilt. Some of them were laid out on the table in the dining room to see how they would look once they were all pieced together. Once the top was done, they would invite Ruth, May, and Mrs. Warren over to help quilt it. But Katherine’s heart wasn’t in it. She was too worried about Daniel.

Just a little while ago, for the second time in two weeks, Daniel had ridden off on Scioto with Mr. O’Conner following in his buggy. It couldn’t be money related. Even during the war the farm had done well, and in spite of how it had looked when they had returned, Elijah Carr had not shirked in keeping the animals and fields well cared for.

But Daniel had been distracted and moody ever since he’d left her sitting in the parlor. At first she’d been concerned that he was having trouble with his memories of the war, but Michael had assured her he hadn’t talked to him about it since her brother left.

She bit her lip and looked down at the quilt blocks on the table. Plucking one up, she looked at it absentmindedly.

“We can assume you don’t like it,” Mary said.

Katherine looked at her and then back down at the table. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mary,” she said, replacing the block and looking at them. Mary had let her decide the pattern, and she had settled on an Irish chain. “It looks beautiful, but I wonder if we should have done it on point,” she said, referring to the way they could have pieced the blocks so that the squares were sitting on one point, making them look like diamonds.