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Authors: Kimberley Comeaux
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I'm going to meet with Helen. She'l be able to help me."
Pierre helped him don his coat and put his things in a leather satchel, which North had found near the bottom of the trunk. "Perhaps there are other reasons you want to see the pretty lady?"
"Mind your own affairs, Pierre," he ordered as he walked briskly to the door.
He heard Pierre shout as he closed the door. "But yours are so much more interesting than my own!"
North's heart was beating excitedly as he knocked on the Baumgartners' door.
Just the prospect of seeing Helen once again seemed to reduce him to a nervous schoolboy with his first crush.
Of course, since he couldn't remember even going to school, she would actual y be the first. A tal black man dressed in fine black attire greeted North with a solemn nod and asked him the reason for his visit.
Before he could answer, Imogene Baumgartner came hurriedly down the staircase to greet him. "Reverend Campbel ! How wonderful you have come to visit us."
They both nodded to each other in lieu of a curtsy or bow. "Good morning, Mrs.
Baumgartner. I came by to see if I might have a word with Helen."
North was surprised to see the older woman's eyes light up. "Of course you did!"
she exclaimed as she put a hand against her throat and looked at him as if she knew a secret. "Our Helen is a very special lady, if I might be so bold as to say."
She leaned forward and whispered, "But I think you are already aware of that." -..
North was wel aware Imogene Baumgartner was not a lady of high society.
Pierre had told him about her being the daughter of a servant in England and that Robert Baumgartner had given up everything to marry her. But despite her obvious lack of ladylike behavior, she was a very engaging woman who quickly endeared herself to al those she met.
Again, North had no idea how he understood the differences of society and their behaviors. He couldn't even remember if he'd been considered a gentleman or simply a rich commoner. And there was a difference. Whereas a gentleman was born to his distinction whether he was wealthy or poor, a commoner, no matter how rich, could never hope to be recognized on the gentleman's level.
In America, however, it seemed that whoever had the most money or the drive to better themselves could achieve anything they wanted.
So North supposed it didn't real y matter what he was, as long as he worked hard to establish himself and proved himself worthy to be cal ed a minister to the Golden Bay people.
North -smiled at Imogene, leaned forward, and whispered back to her, answering her assumption. "You are correct. I think Helen Nichols is a very lovely girl."
Imogene giggled with girlish delight, and North smiled with her, enjoying the merriment dancing in her light hazel eyes. "Why don't you wait right here in the library while I go and tel her you are here." She directed him to a smal room off their grand foyer, just beyond the staircase.
North remained standing after she had left and looked with startled interest about the room. It was indeed a library with shelves made of what looked like heavy oak, but there were no more than twenty books spread about them as they circled the room. The rest of the space was taken up by potted plants, figurines and a few miniatures.
"It seems sort of an atrocity to cal this room the library, doesn't it?"
North turned toward the female voice that he was coming to recognize so wel .
He took a moment to admire how Helen had left her dark curls to flow around her shoulders, complementing the light violet of her morning dress.
Indeed, it is, he agreed. It seems to be nothing but old books of poetry, scientific works, and ..." His voice drifted to a pause when he noticed a stack of books in one far comer that seemed to be newer than the rest. "What are those over there?"
Helen smiled. "Those are mine. I'm afraid I wasted a lot of time in England reading and not applying myself to other studies as I should have."
Suddenly a thought
Pierre helped him don his coat and put his things in a leather satchel, which North had found near the bottom of the trunk. "Perhaps there are other reasons you want to see the pretty lady?"
"Mind your own affairs, Pierre," he ordered as he walked briskly to the door.
He heard Pierre shout as he closed the door. "But yours are so much more interesting than my own!"
North's heart was beating excitedly as he knocked on the Baumgartners' door.
Just the prospect of seeing Helen once again seemed to reduce him to a nervous schoolboy with his first crush.
Of course, since he couldn't remember even going to school, she would actual y be the first. A tal black man dressed in fine black attire greeted North with a solemn nod and asked him the reason for his visit.
Before he could answer, Imogene Baumgartner came hurriedly down the staircase to greet him. "Reverend Campbel ! How wonderful you have come to visit us."
They both nodded to each other in lieu of a curtsy or bow. "Good morning, Mrs.
Baumgartner. I came by to see if I might have a word with Helen."
North was surprised to see the older woman's eyes light up. "Of course you did!"
she exclaimed as she put a hand against her throat and looked at him as if she knew a secret. "Our Helen is a very special lady, if I might be so bold as to say."
She leaned forward and whispered, "But I think you are already aware of that." -..
North was wel aware Imogene Baumgartner was not a lady of high society.
Pierre had told him about her being the daughter of a servant in England and that Robert Baumgartner had given up everything to marry her. But despite her obvious lack of ladylike behavior, she was a very engaging woman who quickly endeared herself to al those she met.
Again, North had no idea how he understood the differences of society and their behaviors. He couldn't even remember if he'd been considered a gentleman or simply a rich commoner. And there was a difference. Whereas a gentleman was born to his distinction whether he was wealthy or poor, a commoner, no matter how rich, could never hope to be recognized on the gentleman's level.
In America, however, it seemed that whoever had the most money or the drive to better themselves could achieve anything they wanted.
So North supposed it didn't real y matter what he was, as long as he worked hard to establish himself and proved himself worthy to be cal ed a minister to the Golden Bay people.
North -smiled at Imogene, leaned forward, and whispered back to her, answering her assumption. "You are correct. I think Helen Nichols is a very lovely girl."
Imogene giggled with girlish delight, and North smiled with her, enjoying the merriment dancing in her light hazel eyes. "Why don't you wait right here in the library while I go and tel her you are here." She directed him to a smal room off their grand foyer, just beyond the staircase.
North remained standing after she had left and looked with startled interest about the room. It was indeed a library with shelves made of what looked like heavy oak, but there were no more than twenty books spread about them as they circled the room. The rest of the space was taken up by potted plants, figurines and a few miniatures.
"It seems sort of an atrocity to cal this room the library, doesn't it?"
North turned toward the female voice that he was coming to recognize so wel .
He took a moment to admire how Helen had left her dark curls to flow around her shoulders, complementing the light violet of her morning dress.
Indeed, it is, he agreed. It seems to be nothing but old books of poetry, scientific works, and ..." His voice drifted to a pause when he noticed a stack of books in one far comer that seemed to be newer than the rest. "What are those over there?"
Helen smiled. "Those are mine. I'm afraid I wasted a lot of time in England reading and not applying myself to other studies as I should have."
Suddenly a thought
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