The Firebrand

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papa?"
    Willa Jean Washington, the Hathaways' former maid, now worked as the bookkeeper of Lucy's shop.
    Lucy shook her head. "Traditionally the papa is a man, darling." "But you always say you're rearing me in a nontra-ditional way."
    Lucy couldn't help laughing at the sound of such a sophisticated phrase
    coming from her young, precocious daughter. "You know, you're right. Maybe we'll ask Willa Jean if she'll be the papa."
    "Do you think she knows how?" Maggie asked. "What does a papa do,
    anyway?"
    With a gentle bruise of remembrance, Lucy thought of her own father. The Colonel had issued directives. He'd demanded obedience. Insisted upon excellence. And in his own commanding way, he'd loved her with every bit of his heart.
    "I suppose," she said, "that a papa teaches things to his children, and loves and protects and provides for them."
    "Just like you do," Maggie said.
    Lucy felt a surge of pride. What had she ever done to deserve such a wonderful child? Maggie truly was an angel from heaven. Lucy set down the stereoscope. "Come here, you. I have to get down to the shop, and you and Grammy Vi have sums to do this morning."
    "Sums!" Her face fell comically.
    "Yes, sums. If you get them all correct, we can go riding on our bicycles later." "Hurrah!" Maggie scrambled into her lap and wrapped her arms around Lucy's
    neck.
    Lucy savored the sweet weight of her and inhaled the fragrance of her tousled hair, which had darkened from blond to brown as she grew. It was hard to imagine that there had been a time, five years before, when Lucy hadn't known how to hold a child in her arms. Now it was as natural to her as breathing.
    The Great Fire had raged for days, though it had spared the block of elegant houses in the Hathaways' neighborhood. Hundreds of people had shown up for the Colonel's funeral, and Viola had received a telegram of condolence from President Grant. The day after they had buried the Colonel, Lucy had taken the baby to the Half-Orphan Asylum.
    She shuddered, remembering the bilious smell of the institution, the pandemonium in the rickety old building, the cries of lost children and frantic parents searching for one another, the stern wardens taking charge of those without families. She'd hurried away from the asylum, vowing to find a more humane way to look after the child.
    In the weeks following the fire, Lucy and her mother had been forced to flee the city to escape an epidemic of typhoid brought on by the lack of good drinking water. Even from a distance, Lucy kept sending out notices to find the child's family, to no avail. No trace was found of the woman who had perished after dropping her bundled child from the window. Despite advertisements Lucy had placed in the papers and frequent inquiries at the asylum and all the churches and hospitals in town, she'd found no clue to the orphaned baby's identity.
    As she straightened the kitchen and took off her apron, she reflected on how
    much their lives had changed since the fire. Every aspect of their world was different. It was as if the hand of God had swept down and, with a fist of flame, wiped out their former lives.
    After the smoke had finally cleared and a desultory, unreliable rain shower had spat out the last of the embers, Lucy, her mother and a fretful baby had gathered around a table with the bankers and lawyers, to learn that the Colonel had left them destitute. The fire had not only taken the Colonel, but his fortune as well, which had been invested in a Hersholt's Brewery and Liquor Warehouse. Uninsured, it had burned to the ground that hot, windy October night.
    Her mother was lost without her beloved Colonel. As much as Lucy had loved her father and grieved for him, she'd also raged at him. His love for her and her mother had been as crippling as leg irons. He had willfully and deliberately kept them ignorant of finance, believing they were better off not knowing the precarious state of the family fortune. His smothering shield had walled them

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