Mail Order Mix-Up. Christine Johnson

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      “So tragic.” Amanda sighed.

      Pearl started to ask something but stopped. Unusual. She seldom bridled what she said. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

      Roland decided to put into words what she’d refused to say. “That’s why my brother needs a wife.”

      Garrett looked like he would spit nails at him. “I am not marrying. Sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but you’ve come here for no reason. Now that you know, you can catch a boat back home.”

      Amanda paled, but Pearl looked livid.

      Roland aimed to cut her off. “I will help with the fare to Chicago.”

      Pearl’s pressed lips indicated she wasn’t buying his generous offer. “Mr. Decker—”

      “Which one of us?” Roland asked.

      “Both.” She spat out the word. “I am not leaving and neither is Amanda. Fiona and Louise deserve better than a token effort to appease us. You brought them here. You will ensure all three ladies have enough money to get home.”

      Roland’s jaw dropped. “I can’t do that. It would cost...” He quickly calculated in his head. “A month’s wages. At least.”

      His brother was now grinning.

      Pearl was not done. “I do not want your money, and I doubt the other ladies would take it, either. We are perfectly capable of earning it. What they need is employment. Since you are responsible for this situation, I suggest you find jobs for them.”

      Roland could feel his temper rise. “There aren’t many jobs in Singapore, unless they plan to saw timber or work in one of the saloons.”

      Garrett coughed. Amanda gasped.

      Pearl glared. “I expect you to find them respectable jobs.”

      “Like I said, there aren’t many jobs here.”

      “Your general store must need another clerk.”

      Roland sputtered, “Impossible.”

      Garrett snickered.

      Pearl persisted. “If not the store, then at another respectable establishment.”

      “I might be able to find something for your friend.” The brunette was pretty enough to attract the interest of someone. Maybe the hotel needed housekeepers.

      “For all three ladies.” Pearl apparently considered that closed the conversation, for she rose. “Thank you for supper, gentlemen. I look forward to hearing from you, Roland. Garrett, I expect to see your children at the schoolhouse on the first day of class.”

      Roland stood, but he couldn’t think of a thing to say. Three jobs? Impossible.

      Pearl tugged on her gloves. “Come, Amanda. I believe our business here is done.”

      Garrett pushed back his chair. “Thank you for visiting, ladies.”

      Amanda shot him a shy smile, but Pearl merely nodded, apparently still peeved. After another curt nod, she swirled out of the house with Amanda in her wake.

      Roland sat down, exhausted.

      “That didn’t go well,” he murmured.

      Garrett laughed. “It’s good to see you take the brunt of feminine ire for a change.”

      “Don’t think you’re safe yet. Those women aren’t leaving Singapore anytime soon.” Therein lay the problem. Roland pulled the crumpled clipping from his watch pocket and smoothed it out on the table. “‘Widower with handsome inheritance seeks wife in booming town soon to rival Chicago. Well-furnished, comfortable house.’”

      “Your words.”

      “My words exactly, none of them true.”

      “I am a widower,” Garrett pointed out.

      “All right. One true statement. It’s easy to see why the women expected more. The advertisement specifies a house, not the top floor of a general store with sparse furnishings and cracks so wide that the snow drifts across the floor in the winter.”

      Garrett shrugged.

      “Then there’s the mention of a handsome inheritance.”

      “Ma’s sideboard.”

      “It is handsome, and you did inherit it.”

      “Eva loved it.”

      “I’m surprised you didn’t lock it away in the stockroom with everything else.” Garrett had stripped the place of anything personal. Curtains, pictures and treasured furnishings all went into storage. “You can’t hide from the past.”

      Garrett glared at him. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to push me into marriage when I’m not ready?” He pointed at the scrap of newspaper. “You placed that advertisement.”

      Roland shook his head. “I didn’t. That’s what’s so perplexing. No one had any reason to do that, even as a joke. If it had turned up in one of the local newspapers, I could see someone playing a joke on you, but not New York. What man at the mill would even think to send it to New York? Chicago’s closer.”

      Garrett still didn’t look convinced. “If you didn’t do it and no one in town did it, then who?”

      “It would have to be someone who stood to gain from it. Who would want to see you married?”

      “You.”

      “Besides me.”

      Garrett leaped up and paced to the window.

      Roland joined him. “Did you notice Sadie’s expression when Pearl mentioned the advertisement?”

      His brother said nothing.

      “And how Isaac reacted when you said you weren’t going to remarry? Not just disappointed. He almost looked guilty. Then he asked to be excused.”

      Garrett scrubbed his jaw. “They’re too young to understand.”

      “Are they? They understand their mama’s dead.”

      Garrett flinched.

      Roland persisted. “They need a woman in their lives. Especially Sadie.”

      Garrett hung his head. “I know, but how can I? There isn’t a day that I don’t think of Eva, but they were so young. Soon they won’t remember their mother. I don’t want that to happen.”

      “They won’t forget.” Roland wished he was certain of his words. “You won’t let them.”

      His big brother, burly enough to heft logs against the circular saw, trembled. “I don’t know what to do.”

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