Calico Brides
Authors: Darlene Franklin
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NTRODUCTION
A Birthday Wish
Gladys Polson feels led to help a crotchety widower who is wealthy in material things but poor in spirit. Haydn Keller comes to Calico at his grandfather’s request and wonders what Gladys’s purpose is in reaching out to his grandfather. Will the two young people fulfill the old man’s birthday wish?
Miss Bliss and the Bear
Annie Bliss decides to knit hats and mittens for soldiers at a nearby fort, knowing they must be as lonely for their families as her brother, also in the army, is. But fort chaplain Jeremiah Arnold isn’t sure he wants a woman hanging around the fort—even one as beautiful and well meaning as Miss Bliss.
Buttons for Birdie
Birdie Landry, former saloon girl and new Christian, can barely make ends meet on her income from her sewing. She needs additional funds to buy supplies to make everyday dresses for other girls wanting to leave the saloons behind. When storekeeper Ned Finnegan pays her more for her extra eggs than they are worth, she rejects his help. Will Ned’s project, “Buttons for Birdie,” prove the depth of his love?
A Blessing for Beau
Schoolteacher Ruth Fairfield knows the three orphaned Pratt children well. When their uncle Beau arrives to take care of them, he refuses any offers of help. They clash over what is best for the children, but will the blessing Ruth plans lead to disaster…or true love?
© 2013 by Darlene Franklin
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All scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
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I dedicate
Calico Brides
to the staff and residents of Wadley Care Center in Purcell, Oklahoma. They have helped me heal and followed the progress of this book with great enthusiasm. The staff are the people who put “care” into the center’s name.
Calico, Kansas, 1875
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ladys Polson opened the door to her two lifelong friends, Annie Bliss and Ruth Fairfield. “Come in out of the cold. Welcome to the first meeting of the year of the Calico Ladies Sewing Circle.”
“From what Ma says, we can expect equal parts sewing, missions, and gossip.” Annie removed her wool-knit cape and hung it on the coat tree.
“Someone is standing on the opposite corner but isn’t coming any closer.” Ruth, a little older than Annie and Gladys but a good friend, cleared a small spot on the window to the right of the door.
Gladys peered over her head. “It’s hard to tell, wrapped up in all those warm clothes, but I think it’s Birdie Landry.”
Annie drew in a shocked breath.
“Birdie?”
Ruth slipped her arms back into her coat. “We must welcome her. I’ll invite her to sit with us; she’s about our age.”
Before Gladys or Annie could respond, Ruth opened the door and headed across the street. Casting an amused glance at Annie, Gladys put on her coat and opened the door. “You can welcome anyone who comes before we get back.”
Ruth’s impulsive action didn’t surprise Gladys. The pastor’s daughter did her Christian duty with a full heart, even in unpleasant circumstances. Gladys had learned to follow her friend’s lead and let her heart catch up with her later.
Welcoming Calico’s saloon-girl-turned-saint to the Sewing Circle qualified as one of those uncomfortable times. Using a trick she had learned from singing in choir—thinking of happy things so she could smile no matter how she felt—Gladys smiled and prayed silently.
Thank You, Lord, for Birdie’s salvation. Thank You for bringing her here today. Help me be a good friend
. When Gladys reached the near corner, Ruth waved and crossed the street with Birdie close behind. “Good news. Birdie will be joining us today.”
So Ruth had already coaxed the reluctant woman to accompany her. Gladys extended a hand. “I’m so glad you came, Birdie.”
A faint smile played around Birdie’s mouth. Though not painted like the scarlet woman Gladys’s parents warned her about, Birdie’s lips were so full, so naturally red, that she looked overdressed. Gladys attributed the pink in her cheeks to a brisk walk in the cold, or maybe her uncertainty about her welcome. “Mrs. Polson encouraged me to attend, but I hope the good ladies of Calico don’t object to my presence.”
“You are a new creature in Christ. The Bible says so. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” Ruth’s tone took on the scolding aspect that earned her respect in the classroom where she taught Calico’s children.
Annie opened the door and helped Birdie remove her coat. “We’d best hurry in. Mrs. Sparrow is ready to begin the meeting.”
Gladys held the door open and slipped in last, behind Birdie. There weren’t four empty chairs together, so she went to the dining room to get extra ones. The friends were too old to giggle and chatter through the meeting the way they had when they were younger, but they still preferred to sit away from their mothers’ sides.
A few women exchanged looks at Birdie’s unexpected presence. Mrs. Fairfield smiled a welcome, and Ma, God bless her, carried the tea service to their corner. “So glad to see you, Annie, Ruth. And Miss Landry, I’m delighted you could join us.”
“Please call me Birdie.” The newcomer spoke in soft, melodic tones. She accepted a cup of tea, holding it at precisely the correct angle.
Mrs. Sparrow presided over the meeting, updating the group on the success of their collection over Christmas—an impressive one hundred dollars raised for missions in China—before introducing the project for the new year. “My husband has been in contact with the director of the Indian school. He said they are in need of everything, from school supplies to books to warm blankets and suitable clothes. I told him I was certain our sewing circle would be glad to help meet that need.”
“Miss Lucy Langston in China said they are still in need of bandages.” Ma wrote regularly to the missionaries the church supported. “I have already requested that the mercantile order additional wool for bunting.”
Annie frowned at the pictures of the children Ma passed around. “They look like the Smith children.”
Gladys’s mind wandered. Ma loved reading about God’s work in other lands. But Annie’s words made her wonder why they didn’t do more to promote the gospel and good works closer to home. There were plenty of people in Calico in need of a loving touch or a helping hand. She skimmed through the possibilities while the women began sewing. She loved quilting, and she had started her marriage quilt. But today she was working on a smaller piece.
Conversation flowed as the ladies worked. Ma offered everyone her sugar cookies, but most ladies declined. They didn’t want to get their fabric soiled. Beside Gladys, Annie’s knitting needles clicked. Birdie was hemming a square of bunting with tiny, meticulous stitches. She was a skilled seamstress, whatever other skills she possessed.
Gladys tied off the end of her thread and began a new square. “I have an idea for a mission project.”
“Another one?” Annie double-dipped her knitting needle into her stitch. “It sounds like we already have enough to keep us busy.”
“I would like for us to help people who live close by. There are people here in Calico who have never heard the good news of God’s love.” Gladys laid the quilt square in her lap and looked at the three women seated near her. “Ruth, you’re in the best position to observe which families are in need. Maybe they lack a mother’s touch.”
Ruth nodded. “I can think of a few. There’s always at least one family that’s dirt poor.”
Birdie opened her mouth but closed it without speaking.
“What are you thinking, Birdie?” Gladys bet the former saloon girl knew which men spent their family’s money on liquor or which men gambled it away at the Betwixt ’n’ Between.
“Some of the other girls at the saloon would like to get away from that life, but they can’t go around town in the dresses Nigel Owen gives them.” She lifted her shoulders a delicate fraction. “If I could make them modest dresses…”
“Oh, I love that idea!” Annie tucked her yarn back into her knitting bag. “Let’s do it.”
“One special project for each of us, to be finished this year.” Gladys made a note in her tiny diary. “Let’s pray and ask God what He wants each of us to do.”
“Here’s to the junior members of the Ladies Sewing Circle.” Annie grabbed Birdie’s right hand and Ruth’s left hand, and Gladys finished the circle.
“Amen!”
