The Hidden Gold. Sarah Masters Buckey

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СКАЧАТЬ She brushed Marie-Grace’s hand away. “I guess I’ll come with you, but…” She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “I, um…” Wilhelmina’s face turned a sickly shade of white. Then she collapsed in a heap onto the deck.

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      Gold Rush

      Everyone gathered around the fallen girl. Sister Frederica cradled her in her arms, and Dr. Gardner checked her pulse. He turned to Marie-Grace. “Grace, please get my bag. It’s in my stateroom.”

      “Yes, Papa,” said Marie-Grace. Her father always carried his medical supplies with him in a small black bag. Marie-Grace ran to her father’s room and grabbed the bag. She was rushing out the door again when she almost collided with a well-dressed young man wearing eyeglasses.

      “Excuse me!” said Marie-Grace, hurrying on.

      “Can I help you?” asked the young man.

      “No—but thank you,” Marie-Grace replied.

      As soon as Marie-Grace returned with the bag, Papa dug inside it and pulled out a bottle of smelling salts. He opened the bottle and waved it under Wilhelmina’s nose.

      Wilhelmina gagged. “That smells awful!”

      “Yes, it does,” Papa agreed, putting the top back on the bottle. “But I’m glad you’re awake now.” He put his hand on her forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever,” he added. Papa looked closely at Wilhelmina. “When was the last time you ate a full meal?”

      Wilhelmina shrugged. “I don’t know.”

      Maybe she fainted from hunger, Marie-Grace realized. Marie-Grace volunteered at Holy Trinity Orphanage in New Orleans. Sometimes hungry children arrived at the orphanage, and they were often thin and tired looking, like Wilhelmina.

      “You need to rest and get plenty of food,” Papa told the girl. He helped Wilhelmina to her feet. “Luckily, you’ll have a chance to do that on this trip.”

      “Here’s some water,” said Sister Catherine, handing her a glass. “Would you like something to eat?”

      Wilhelmina took a sip of water. Then she shook her head. “No, I’m all right,” she said.

      Marie-Grace saw that Wilhelmina’s hand was trembling as she held the glass. “I’m going to my room,” Marie-Grace told her. “Do you want to come with me?”

      Wilhelmina nodded and gave the glass back to Sister Catherine. Marie-Grace led the way along the gallery. Instead of numbers, the stateroom doors were all labeled with the names of states. Marie-Grace stopped at the brass plaque that said “North Carolina.”

      “See, there’s room here for both of us,” Marie-Grace said as she opened the door. She gestured to the two berths. “You can lie down in either bed.”

      Wilhelmina took off her shawl and settled herself on the bottom berth. “I’m not tired, but I’ll sit here for a moment,” she said, as if she were doing Marie-Grace a favor. “Then I’ll go see about my trunks.”

      “All right,” Marie-Grace said. She had hoped that she and Wilhelmina could become friends, but Wilhelmina didn’t seem friendly at all. She’s only just lost her father, Marie-Grace told herself. Maybe she wants to be alone.

      The silence was awkward in the small room. Marie-Grace decided to keep busy by unpacking her trunk. She unfolded two shawls and a pair of petticoats, and then she took out her most prized possession, her silver-framed portrait of her mother. As she placed Mama’s portrait on the cloth-covered bedside table, Marie-Grace heard the steamboat’s whistle pierce the air. Then the Liberty lurched forward.

      Marie-Grace hurried to the window to watch the boat pull away from the levee. “We’re on our way!” she announced. She turned to Wilhelmina. “Do you think—” she started to ask. But then she stopped. Wilhelmina had curled up on the bed and was sound asleep. Her mouth was open and she was snoring gently. I guess she was tired after all, thought Marie-Grace.

      Clang, clang! Marie-Grace jumped at the sound of the bell outside her stateroom. A waiter called loudly in an Irish accent, “Supper will be served in ten minutes!”

      Thank goodness! thought Marie-Grace. She put down the book she had been reading by the light of the oil lamp. For the last hour or so, she’d smelled delicious aromas of meat roasting and bread baking. Now she was hungry and glad to see that Wilhelmina’s eyes were finally open.

      “What’s that noise?” Wilhelmina asked, sitting up quickly.

      “It’s the bell for supper. You’ve been asleep for a while,” said Marie-Grace. She didn’t mention that during the long afternoon, the steamboat had stopped once to bring aboard wood and another time to let a passenger off at a plantation. Crewmen had brought Wilhelmina’s smaller trunk into the stateroom, and Papa, Sister Catherine, and Sister Frederica had also stopped by to see if Wilhelmina was all right. Annabelle had poked her head in several times, too. Wilhelmina had slept soundly through all the comings and goings.

      As Wilhelmina stood up, her foot banged against her brass-bound trunk. It was so close to Marie-Grace’s trunk that there was barely room to move.

      “Where’s the other trunk?” Wilhelmina asked. She looked confused. “The big one?”

      “It’s down on the main deck, with the rest of the cargo,” Marie-Grace reminded her. “Captain Smith promised that it’d be safe there.”

      “People shouldn’t make promises that they can’t keep!” declared Wilhelmina, frowning. She bent over her trunk and checked its lock. “You didn’t open it, did you?”

      “No, of course not,” said Marie-Grace, surprised by the question.

      Outside the stateroom, the bell rang again. “Supper is served!” called the waiter.

      Marie-Grace wrapped her gray wool shawl around her shoulders. “We’d better go,” she said, edging her way past the trunks.

      “I don’t want to,” Wilhelmina replied, sinking back down onto the bed.

      Marie-Grace paused by the door, uncertain what to do. Papa said that Wilhelmina needs to eat, she thought. Then she remembered that Wilhelmina had traveled downriver as a deck passenger. Those passengers had to either bring their own food or buy meals from the steamboat’s kitchen. Maybe Wilhelmina thinks she has to pay for her food, thought Marie-Grace. But she doesn’t have any money.

      “Well,” said Marie-Grace, resting her hand on the doorknob, “I wouldn’t want to miss supper, ’cause I know we can eat in the main cabin. We can have as much as we want, too.”

      Wilhelmina’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”

      “Yes,” Marie-Grace assured her. “You’re a cabin passenger, so you don’t have to pay anything extra for meals.”

      “I guess I might as well go, then,” said Wilhelmina, jumping up. Together, the two girls walked into the main cabin. The room stretched almost the full length of the steamboat. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. Their lights СКАЧАТЬ