The Reluctant Debutante (25 page)

“But now Joseph, Papa, and Mr. Gray are stranded! However will they ever get across this divide?”

Etienne smiled at the pair of city folks. “I expect they will get across the way my people have for centuries. Long before the railroads, we used the river to get from one place to the next. There is still a ferry running from the town of New Haven. The train will head back there and ferry everyone across to the town of Washington.”

“So, should we go to Washington and wait for them?” Ginger asked, anxiously.

Basil replied. “I think what we need to do is head to St. Louis and the telegraph office. You know Mother will be frantic with worry — I’m sure word of this wreck has already filtered back to New York. Let’s send her a message and ask her and Mrs. Gray to come here.”

“But I want to stay close to Papa and Joseph!”

“Joseph will watch over your father and the other gentleman,” Etienne said proudly.

Basil replied, “True enough. It’s best we go to St. Louis directly, and send a reassuring telegram to Mother.”

Ginger let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, you do make sense. Let’s get onboard this train and return to town.”

The ride back to St. Louis was finally accomplished without further excitement. After they pulled into the station at St. Louis, Ginger and Basil headed to the telegraph office.

“How does this sound? ‘Survived the Gasconade wreck STOP George broken arm STOP Charles broken legs pneumonia STOP Ginger Basil fine STOP Please come STOP.’ ”

“Send it on, Bas. It sounds all right. I wish the news were better, especially for Mrs. Gray, but considering how much worse it could be, I think we should be counting our blessings.”

“If Mother and Mrs. Gray can leave on the next train, they should arrive in St. Louis at about the same time the hospital train comes in.”

“You think it will take three days for them to finish the trip?”

“Well, they must wait for the waters to recede a bit before attempting to cross the river by ferry. Then, everyone needs to be carried from the train to the ferry, and then carried from the ferry to the new train in Washington, once they get to the other side. I imagine it will take a number of days to bring everyone safely here.”

“What a nightmare this trip has become,” Ginger said. “The only saving grace is Joseph and I are together again.”

• • •

The train, loaded with the seriously injured and dead from the Gasconade disaster, was shuttled back to New Haven for the water crossing. Joseph entered the car containing George and Charles.

“Mr. Fitzpatrick, Mr. Gray,” he nodded to them. “It is good to see you again, although I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Thank you, Joseph, for all you’ve done to save the lives of the people who were trapped in those cars under all the bridge timbers. I’ll be forever grateful,” Mr. Gray said as he shook Joseph’s hand.

“Had the situation been reversed, I have no doubt you would have done the same. Mr. Fitzpatrick, may we talk privately?”

Charles and George exchanged a glance, then George stood and followed Joseph to a quiet corner of the car. Both men sat.

“I am grateful to you as well, Joseph,” George began the conversation. “Not only did you pull my son and my best friend from the wreckage yesterday, but I never was able to properly thank you for finding Ginger in the woods in the Hamptons. I will be eternally thankful. She is my dear, precious child.”

“She is a child no longer, Mr. Fitzpatrick, but a lovely, vibrant woman, and I love her as much as you do.”

George fidgeted in his seat. “But you must know it’s for the best if you do not have her.”

“I do not believe Ginger thinks so. Nor do I. I would like to ask for your blessing on our union.”

“You know, I never approved of you being among our family this past summer. After Basil pulled his stunt at the Cotillion, it kind of tipped our hand, and we had to come up with a reasonable explanation for why you were among us. I thought Charlotte came up with a fairly plausible idea on the spur of the moment. But I knew all along we were playing with fire. I just didn’t realize how close to my family the blaze would come.”

“I am in agreement with you about Basil. I thought from the beginning my being in New York was a bad idea. He compounded the problem by accepting the challenge of the horserace on my behalf. It was a foolish idea, nearly resulting in Ginger’s death.”

“Basil’s crazy idea of bringing you east has had much more serious and long-lasting ramifications than a stupid horserace. Ginger has never really elaborated on the time she spent with you in the hunter’s cabin, but I assume something transpired between the two of you. My darling, charming daughter has been a shell of her former self since then.”

George stared at the floor for a moment. When he looked back up at Joseph, he had tears in his eyes. “You should have seen the change in her from the minute she was offered this chance to come to St. Louis. She was once again the familiar, lovable Ginger we all adore. Just knowing she was going to be in the town where you lived brought my child back to life.”

“And why does that bring tears to your eyes? I should think you would be pleased.”

“She’s a young woman who has never known anything but New York and the coddled life I’ve been able to provide her. She has only a rosy picture in her head of what living with you would be like. But you have to know her fantasy does not come anywhere close to the harsh reality of life on the frontier. I’m afraid she’s made up her mind, so it is up to you to set her straight.”

“You mean, you are asking me to misrepresent my feelings for her? To tell her I no longer love her?”

“If telling her a lie is what it takes, man, please, I’m begging you.”

Joseph shifted in his seat as he pondered George’s plea. His steely gaze pierced the man. “I am sorry, Mr. Fitzpatrick. I cannot honor your request. Years ago, I had a reoccurring dream, which my grandfather told me I would understand when the time was right. I now realize the dream foretold of meeting Ginger. The gods knew we were meant to be together and I cannot turn my back on our destiny. If we had not met each other in New York, we would have when she claimed her prize of a trip here to St. Louis when the season was done.”

“You’re trying to tell me this entire charade we put on all summer was
supposed
to happen? Unbelievable.”

Joseph locked eyes with George. “However you wish to explain it. But it was not a random act, and my feelings for Ginger were beyond my control from the first moment I saw her. As were hers for me. I know of your objections, which was why I tried to deny our feelings for most of the summer. And why I offered no protest when I was asked to leave.”

“But yet, here we are. In the middle of the biggest disaster the Pacific Railroad has ever experienced, and you and Ginger have found each other again.”

“Yes.”

In the heavy silence that followed, the two men sat for some time, each lost in his own thoughts. Joseph was the first to speak.

“I am well aware of the difficulties Ginger will face when she becomes my wife. I have encountered ridicule my entire life because of my background. But my Indian heritage is something I am very proud of and I will not deny it, as you and your family tried to do all summer. I will teach Ginger and our children, if we are fortunate enough to have them, about the Ojibwa people and their way of life.”

“But it’s not just your Indian blood, Joseph. Surely, you know Ginger is used to having a maid, a housekeeper, a cook ...”

“Yet she is a strong, vital woman, fully capable of taking care of herself and others. Did you not see her at the disaster site? She worked tirelessly, bandaging up people as they came ashore, consoling those whose loved ones had perished, calming the children.”

“Yes, I’ll admit, she was the reassuring, rational one, from the moment we took our dive down the slope in the car. Thank the Lord she was there.”

“Or the gods.”

George turned to gaze out the window. After several minutes, he sighed heavily and looked back at Joseph, who was waiting and watching quietly.

“Of all my girls, I think Ginger is the most capable of taking care of herself. There must be something to this ‘predestined’ idea of which you speak. We could have come into town, taken a little train ride, and gone home without running into you. Instead, we have a disaster of epic proportions, resulting in you and Ginger finding each other again.”

“The circumstances are unfortunate, but the outcome would have been the same one way or another. I believed it the day I left New York. Otherwise, I never would have gone.”

“So you’re here to ask for my blessing on your union?”

“We would like to marry while you are still in St. Louis, so you can be in attendance. But whether you bless the union or not, Ginger will not be returning to New York.”

“How can you be so confident in this matter?”

“Because I know we are meant to be together.”

George sighed, accepting the inevitable. “I’d like her mother to be here, too, so she can caution Ginger about what to expect of life on the frontier.”

“Do you not think my mother is a better person to ask? She has been raising her family out here for thirty years.”

George sighed again. “Yes, I expect so. All right then, Joseph. If you’ll consent to wait until Charlotte can arrive from New York, I’ll give you my blessing to marry my willful daughter. She will not make life easy for you.”

“I will endeavor to make life easy for her, though. You need not worry about her safety. I would lay down my life for her.”

“If I had any doubts about your ability to take care of her, I would not agree to your union. I was hoping with this trip Ginger would see what St. Louis was like and compare it unfavorably to New York, but she did just the opposite. She loved every moment of her time in town. I think she’ll be fine out here, with you by her side.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Just make certain to give me a healthy supply of grandchildren, will you?”

“I will try my best. Will nine suffice?”

“Nine is a nice number.”

It took several days before everyone finally made it back to St. Louis, and they were once again ensconced in the National Hotel. Charles Gray was able to procure a nurse to stay by his side at all times. His legs were properly splinted and wrapped, and his pneumonia seemed to be lessening, but it would be weeks before he would be able to board the train back to New York.

George Fitzpatrick had the hotel room next to Charles, with Ginger across the hall. During the day they each spent time with Charles, although the medicine given him for pain made him extremely sleepy. During one of his many naps, Ginger knocked on her father’s door.

“What a pleasant surprise, Ginger,” George said as he opened the door to see his young daughter. He kissed her cheek, and stepped aside so she could enter the room.

“I’ve been so worried about Mr. Gray I have been forgetting to ask about your broken arm! How are you feeling, Papa?”

He took a seat in the room’s only chair, and slumped, cradling his arm. “In comparison to what Charles is dealing with, it’s nothing. I’ll admit it aches, but I’ll be fine, thanks to your ministrations early on. Wherever did you learn to set a broken bone?”

Ginger smiled. “Elizabeth Blackwell taught me last spring. Remember, I took her introductory class in nursing? Of course, I never would have met her if I hadn’t been a friend of Amelia Bloomer’s. So, you see, there is a real benefit to having me campaign for women’s rights.”

“Well, you certainly were in the right place at the right time. You undoubtedly saved some lives, and lessened the pain and suffering of many others.”

“But the ones who died while I was trying to help them will haunt my dreams for a long time.” She shuddered. “It was most definitely the worst thing I’ve ever lived through.”

“I feel just terrible about all of this. It was my brilliant idea to bring you along on this trip.”

Ginger looked at her father in surprise. “But Mr. Gray was the one who suggested it.”

“He was doing me a favor. I knew you couldn’t say no to a client, but you could say no to your own father.”

“But why did you want me to come? You have been so opposed to Joseph from the beginning. Surely, you must have known there was the risk of seeing him again.”

“I wasn’t really counting on seeing him. After all, Basil said he’d not seen Joseph since he returned. We thought he was in Canada, so I figured it would be safe for you to visit. I thought we could just come to town, you’d see St. Louis was not the ideal town you had built it up to be in your mind, we’d take a little train ride, and leave for home. I just wanted to give you something to look forward to, to cheer you up a little. But because of my harebrained idea, I placed you in danger. Your mother and I could have easily lost you forever. Instead, we are merely losing you to St. Louis.”

“What are you getting at, Papa?”

“Did Joseph not ask for your hand in marriage?”

Ginger smiled as she remembered. “It was not so much ‘asked’ as ‘told’ but yes, Joseph and I are planning to marry. When did you two find the time to talk?” She reflexively held her breath while waiting for his answer.

“Well, we did have a few days together before we could cross the creek and get back to civilization. He mentioned something about a dream he’d had long ago, about lilacs or some such nonsense, and how it meant he was predestined to meet you and fall in love. I’m not saying I buy into any of it, but it does seem odd that we are all here, and this disaster brought us all back together again, just like last summer.”

“Does this mean you approve of the marriage?”

“It’s going to be a much harder life for you than you imagine. I’d be lying if I said Joseph was my first choice for you. I’d much rather you marry someone who can provide you with the lifestyle you’ve enjoyed up until now. You’ll end up with hands as rough and callused as his are, and the life here will be brutal at times. But, if anyone is capable of standing by his side and helping to carve out a decent life on this frontier, you can. Of all my daughters, you are the only one I’d consider capable of leaving a life of privilege behind.”