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"AN ORPHAN NAMED JO"


Prologue
Prologue --Character list

By c_lucas

PROLOGUE
THE LIFE OF CAITLIN JOANNA (JO) WILEY

FIRST VOLUME
A ROUGH BEGINNING – IS BEING EDITED FOR MARKETING –
 
SECOND VOLUME
AN ORPHAN NAMED JO --WORK IN PROGRESS
 
NOTE: THIS IS MY WORKSHEET TO BE USED BY THE READER FOR THEIR CONVENIENCE.

SETTING: NEW YORK CITY, FIVE POINTS IRISH SLUMS,

TIME: LATTER PART OF NINETEEN CENTURY- two years after the death of Mrs. Kennedy.
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CHAPTER ONE - Mr. Sullivan has bought the slum building. He has entered politics and is the Alderman of the Sixth Ward. He has moved his family to the first floor. They occupy both flats.The first flat is a Health Clinic named after Mrs. Kennedy. The second flat is their living quarters and nursery.

Breanna shows him the last tin-type (early form of images) of Heather and Phillip with their girl triplets. Then of other grandchildren.

Sean is given advice on how to treat his family. When he continues to beat his wife. Mr. Sullivan and his son, Conor, evict him after a beaten administered by the father and son. Conor throws Sean onto a west bound dirty cattle car.

Caitlin and her mother are befriended by Conor's wife, Shannon.

Conversation between Caitlin and her mother.
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CHAPTER TWO - Updates on some of the improvements on the building. Joleen is painting scenes on the exterior walls. Caitlin gets into a fight with a neighbor girl (Lila) who falsely accuses her of starting the fight. She prays for guidance in dealing with Lila then goes to her classroom. The new Mother Superior orders Caitlin to get three lashes from a leather belt.

Breanna and Shannon exmines Kathleen's bruises. She helps with the grandchildren.
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CHAPTER THREE - Caitlin accidently urinate on the floor of the Reverend Mother's floor while she is being punished. Ida Sullivan earn Sister Abigail's wrath when she helps Caitlin to clean up her accident. The Reverend Mother decides to punish Ida. Ida throws the bucket of dirty water into Sister Abigail's face and escapes the office. Caitlin and her brother joins Ida. The treatment of  Sullivan children and Caitlin, leads to Breanna starting a new school on the second floor of  her husband's building.
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CHAPTER FOUR-This chapter touches upone Irish folk-lore about a mythical garment of truth. We get a different view point of the characters. Caitlin and Lila. Plans are being made to start their own school.
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CHAPTER FIVE-Follows Sean rough train ride to the Chicago Stock yards. Continues with Sean's adventures.

 

CHAPTER SIX-Sean begins to plan his revenge.-Sean agrees to give his testamony about the evils of the Divil Brew.

CHAPTER SEVEN - Sean embarasses Judith publicly and angers her brother.


CHAPTER EIGHT-Breanna makes plans of opening her own school.

CHAPTER NINE-Breanna gets approval for grades one to seven.

CHAPTER TEN-Superintendant of Public Schools closes all schools when the Five Points area has an outbreak of Cholera. Father Peter Slocum seeks Breanna's assistance at the Catholic School.

CHAPTER ELEVEN-Revert back to Sean and his increase in criminal activities.

CHAPTER TWELVE Sean reaps his revenge on Judith and her brother. He kills Victor and place damaging evidence in Victor's side of the apartment. While trying to escape Sean runs across a Deputy United States Marshal.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-Sean bested the Marshal and meets up with an outlaw gang.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN-Sean elimates the remaining three members of the gang, and accidently rides into the leader's home town. He finagles a ride to the train station, taking with him, his mentally retarded guide.
 
CHAPTER FIFTEEN-Focuses on Caitlin and her academic success. Sean kills his wife, Kathleen, and kidnaps their daughter, Caitlin.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN-Sean tries to sell Caitlin to a brothel. Failing he burns the brothel. Caitlin makes good her escape and is destined a an orphan. She is befriended by an orphan her own age, Liz. Caitlin changes her name to "Jo."She runs afoul with the girls' leader, Scorpion.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-Caitlin fights and defeat Scorpion. She and Liz, along with six younger girls, leaves the gang and start off on their own. She learns of Mr. Sullivan assassination and the wounding of Arthur and Conor.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-Caitlin, Liz and the six girls are rescued from a blizzard by Mrs Rossallini and her son Rudolph. One of the younger girls is badly frozen.

CHAPTER NINETEEN-Mrs. Rossallini saves the little girl's life and outfit the orphans in warmer clothing.She learns of Caitlin's fate and direct her son to take her to five points in search of her family; the Sullivans.

CHAPTER TWENTY - Their trip to Five Points proves fruitless until they run across Sister Abigail at the gravesite of Caitlin's mother. The sister promises Rudolpho that she will reunites Caitlin with Mrs. Sullivan. Rudolpho leaves Caitlin with the nun.

Caitlin runs away when she finds out that the Mother Superior and Sister Abigail plans to punishish her for causing trouble (check earlier chapters.)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Caitlin fails to find out the location of the Sullivans. She runs afoul of a street gang and is accused of attempting to steal an apple.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO-Jo fails to find any information about her extended family. She runs afoul of a street gang and takes the side of the underdog. She is arrested and sent to the orphanage.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Concerns Jo's first day at the orpanage.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Jo runs afoul of the Director of the Institution. She is sentenced to the dungeon and is to receive two lashes from a stiff rope.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Jo gets a champion, a rat she names Sir Rudy. Jo receives three lashes instead of two. Rudy bite the cruel female guard and attack the guard when she comes back to torment Jo. Nana Kennedy returns with a dead diseased rat and throws it into the hallway. Dr. Cohn comes to Jo's rescue and gets her released from the dungeon.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - Jo is raped by Johnny. that night she gets revenge and damage his face and body.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - Jo is treated by Nurse Kent and speaks with Mrs. Griffin and a policeman. She accepts the bitter truth. Johnny is protected by the boys he bullied. Jo will have to seek her own revenge.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Jo asked Mrs. Griffin a direct question and she answered it in the affirmative. An outlook on the social class of females in the nineteenth century. Jo still plans revenge on Johnny.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - Jo is attacked while sevring he second trip to the dungeon. Her new attacker kills Rudy the rat. Jo doesn't appear to be herself when she is freed.

CHAPTER THIRTY- Jo buries Rudy and still does not appear to be herself.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE- Jo meets Mrs. Swartz and learns of other family members who is interested in her. This is the beginning of the Orphan train adventure,

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Jo prepares for her Orphan Train ride.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Jo meets her two uncles.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR The uncles reveal the real reason they wanted Jo. The beginning of her abuse.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Jo tries to escape, fails and severely punished.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX  Jo and her uncles make to the Arizona Territory. Jo makes another escape attempt.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Jo steals one of Seth's horses and his food. Seth follows her trail and meets her in a small canyon. He sees her whip-cigar buned back an take her under his protection.







CHARACTER LIST
CHAPTER ONE

MRS. FIONA KENNEDY-MID WIFE - HERBALIST--LATE SEVENTIES TO EARLY EIGHTIES, 200 lbs, 5'1' white hair, trained as a herbalist. Informal high priestess to St. Brigit. Died two years earlier.

CAITLIN ANNA WILEY – JO’S BIRTH NAME. AGED NINE, Dark hair, undersize, a fighter. Early years to age nine.
 
MRS. WILEY – Kathleen – Caitlin's Mother. 26, 120 lbs, 5’2’, dark hair, semi literate. Student of Mrs. Kennedy.
 
SEAN WILEY 30, 160 lbs, 5’7 husband to Kathleen, alcoholic, works in the train yard, semi-literate
  
MRS. SULLIVAN – FITZGERALD--BREANNA (BREA) LATE 40’S, 165 lbs, 5’4, red hair, SELF-EDUCATED – MID-WIFE, HERBALIST, Aided to Mrs. Kennedy.
 
CULLEN – MRS. SULLIVAN HUSBAND.- ALDERMAN- SIXTH WARD- MID-FIFTIES- OWN CABINET MAKING SHOP- FIVE-FOOT, NINE -HEAVY BUILT,  200 POUNDS, MUSCULAR. A shooting victim of Sean.
 
HEATHER SULLIVAN-MARTIN – OLDEST DAUGTHER, TALL FOR HER AGE.27- STOCKY AND MUSCULAR – ONE THIRTY-FIVE POUNDS – FIVE FOOT- SEVEN--REDDISH HAIR,  **STUDYING FOR MEDICAL DOCTOR DEGREE- NURSE-HERBALIST-PART TIME MID-WIFE UNTIL SHE GETS HER DOCTOR’S DEGREE - MOTHER OF GIRL TRIPLETS

NOTE; HIGH PRIESTESS TO ST. BRIGET- CELTIC GOD CHRISTIANIZED BY THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH.
Heather is talked about, but makes only a cameo appearance in this novel. 

DR PHILLIP MARTIN – HEATHER’S HUSBAND- MID THIRTIES- WELL BUILT- BOXING CHAMPION OF HIS MEDICAL COLLEGE – STUDYING TO BE A SURGEON
 
DOREEN SULLIVAN-COWAN - SECOND OLDEST DAUGHTER – AGE 25 – AUBURN HAIR – FIVE-FOOT FIVE – STUDYING TO BE MID-WIFE/HERBALIST—TWO INFANT DAUGHTER
 
 ABEL COWAN – DOREEN’S HUSBAND –WILL BE IN THE BACKGROUND - a brief appearance.
 
BELINDA – THIRD DAUGHTER –Married Timothy O’leary – infant son. WILL BE IN THE BACKGROUND.
 
ARTHUR SULLIVAN – OLDEST SON- FIVE FOOT TEN – CABINET MAKER- WIFE- MONA MCKENNA – TWIN INFANT SONS- A shooting victim of Sean.
 
CONOR – SECOND OLDEST SON-  TAKES AFTER HIS FATHER- CABINET MAKER. LIVES IN THE FLAT NEXT TO THE WILEY’S.
 
SHANNON SULLIVAN-KILPATRICK – CONOR’S WIFE – INFANT SON (CULLEN –NAMED AFTER CONOR’S FATHER) AND (SHAUNA)
Third shooting victim of Sean.
 
JOLEEN- THIRTEEN- FIVE -THREE - AUBORN HAIR- CARES FOT HER TWO YOUNGER BROTHERS AND SISTER. SHOWS SOME TALENT AS AN ARTIST.
 
LIAM – SECOND YOUNGEST CHILD – ATTENDS CATHOLIC SCHOOL - After a dispute, moves to the school his mother is starting.
 
MINOR CHARACTERS
 
LILA DOYLE – age nine – CAITLIN’S FRIEND AND CLASS MATE
 
Father Murphy  165, late fifties, 5’6’’. Loves to discuss theology with Mrs. Kennedy who follows Celtic ways. ON A TRIP TO IRELAND, WILL NOT APPEAR IN STORY BUT BY NAME ONLY
 
Sister Elizabeth – Mother Superior of the Sisters of Charity. Their small Covent is behind the church. RETURNED TO BALTIMORE WITH MOST OF HER COVERNANT – WILL NOT APPEAR IN THE STORY
 
WOLFGAN JOHANSEN, OWNER OF THE HERBEL SHOP, THE BIRD’S NEST==RETIRED SHIP CAPTAIN –FOLLOWING HIS INTERESTS IN THE HEALING POWER OF PLANTS AND HERBS HE ACQUIRED DURING HIS TRAVELS- Becomes Principal and one of two teachers in the new school.
 
 
 
 




CHAPTERS RESEARCH SOURCES
 
CHAPTER ONE
PART ONE
 
http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/historyonline/childbirth.cfm
History of Childbirth in Early America
 
http://www.victoriaspast.com/ChildMemorial/childmemorial.html
Infant mortality
 
http://www.icrc.org/eng/resources/documents/misc/emblem-history.htm
The origin of the Red Cross symbol and organization.
 
 
 
http://www.religioustolerance.org/spankin8.htm
Biblical support
http://tomdevoss.www2.50megs.com/celticorigins.htm
Celtic contribution to the Arthur Legend
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/ffcc/ffcc260.htm
Mantle of Truth – mantle of Celtic symbols (Runes)
http://www.goddessgift.com/
Brigid

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

It is the author's intention to move away from dialect by the end of this book. Until then,

Clarification:
Cailin = Irish for girl.
Divil = Devil
Fader - Father
Help = hep
Me = my
Mammy = mother
Mudder = mother
Ta = to
Tay = tea
Th' = the
Yer = your
Yeh = you


Prologue
Chapter Twelve, Part One

By c_lucas





NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
September, 1879
The Orphan Train

Ending of the last chapter: Jo spent two weeks in the infirmary and slowly regained her senses. At first, she nibbled at her meals, but began to eat more and more. Whenever she could, she received permission to visit Rudy’s Grave. She returned to her bed in the dorm and her work crew, but all was not right in her world. The weeks went by and Jo began to show improvement.

One of the older girls walked up to Jo, who was sweeping the second floor. “Mrs. Griffin wants you at her office.”
 
Jo followed the girl without speaking, knocked on the office door and waited for the command to enter. A strange woman sat in front of the desk, facing Mrs. Griffin.
 
“Jo, this is Mrs. Swartz of The Children's Aid Society. She has found members of your family.”
 
 Jo’s heart skipped a beat. “You found Nana Sullivan?”
 
The woman glanced at Mrs. Griffin before returning her attention to Jo. “No, but two of your father’s brothers have contacted us from Kansas. They would like you to come live with them.” The woman fumbled through her oversized purse and handed Jo’s two tin-types; the first Jo had seen of the new-fangled metal pictures.
 
Jo studied the one of a woman and man stiffly facing the camera. The woman held a baby in a long-flowing Christening gown. Tears began to form as she recognized her mother. That's Mammy holding a baby … the baby is me. That’s the mean man who stole me from her.
 
A further glance at the man dried her tears.  She placed her thumb over his face. “Where did you get this?”
 
Mrs. Swartz ignored her question. “Do you recognize anyone in the picture?”
 
Jo held on to the first picture and looked at Mrs. Swartz. "This is me mammy  holding me. The man is me father. Can I keep this?" Jo realized she was speaking in her old language.

"You can in a moment. Do you know any of the men in the second picture?"
 
There were three men in work clothing standing by an old train engine. Jo studied the picture. "The one in the middle looks like my father, but he is younger." Are those two men my uncles?
 
Jo pointed to the image in the center. “I’ve never seen him cleaned and dressed up before, but I know him. He's my father. Mother told me about him when he came to our flat. He’s a very mean man. Dadio Sullivan stopped him from beating me and Mother."
 
The woman frowned at Jo. Then smiled. "You proved the other two men are your uncles." She turned the second picture over and pointed to some scratchings on it. "We have found your father's two brothers living in Kansas. They want you to come live with them."
 
"I never met them." They're strangers to me. "How do you know they are my uncles?" Jo looked up at her, not knowing what was expected of her.
 
"Can you read what it says on the back of the picture?"
 
Jo shook her head. "No ma'am. I never learned to read."
 
"It says, 'The Wiley Brothers, 1869.'" She smiled. "The other two are your uncles, who will love and take care of you. Do you want both of these pictures?"
 
"Just the one with my mother in it. I don't care about the other one."
 
"Maybe you'll learn to care about your uncles when you meet them." She handed Jo both types.
 
Jo stared at the image of her mother holding her. Why did you have to leave me?
 
Mrs. Swartz cleared her throat and Jo turned her attention to her. "I will be taking a group of orphans to Kansas and if you want to come with us, you'll be welcome."

"Will there be children my age?"

"There will be boys and girls of all ages. I am sure you will make friends. It'll be a three-day trip, and we will have our own car."
 
Jo looked down at the dress she'd worn for almost a year. "I don't have any clothes to wear on such a trip."
 
"I will pick you up, along with a few others, the day before we leave. You'll be given a bath, checked by a doctor, and given new clothes."
 
"Will you be taking Johnny with us?" Jo noticed a surprised look on Mrs. Swartz's face.
 
"I don't have a 'John' or 'Johnny' on my list."
 
Smiling, Jo felt good about the trip. "I would be happy to join you, but what if I don't like my uncles?"
 
"If that becomes the case, you will stay with me. I am sure a smart young lady, like you, will get along with anybody."
 
Good, she doesn't know what I did to Johnny after what he did to me.
 
Jo was happy when she found out Melinda would be riding on the Orphan Train with her.
 
“I wished Maggie would come with us.” Jo kicked at the ground with her right foot.
 
“She wants to go up North, A family has asked for a girl who can work with young children,” Melinda responded. “At least you will be with members of your family.”
 
 
Three days later, Jo and Melinda, plus three young boys were picked up by Mrs. Swartz. She arrived in an open wagon pulled by two horses. The driver was an elderly man, who ignored the children. He dropped everyone off at a worn-out building. Jo heard a train whistle, but could not see the train.
 
Several women and older girls were waiting inside. A teenage girl walked up to Jo. "Hi, I'm Josephine and I'll be your partner. You'll need a bath and new clothes."

Jo shook her hand and curstied. "Thank you, It's nice to meet you." She spied Melinda several feet away.

“Line against the wall with your partner.” Mrs. Swartz called out.

Jo left Josephine’s side and walked over to Melinda. Their hug was interrupted by an angry Josephine.
 
“You are to stay with me. We don't have much time.”
 
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Jo gripped Melinda’s hand and stared at Josephine.

Author Notes Thank you Angelheart for the use of your image, "Yes We Can."

Note to new readers: The prologue has a synopsis of the chapters to date.


Chapter 1
Chapter one, Part one

By c_lucas






NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINT SLUMS
APRIL, 1877

CHAPTER ONE
PART ONE
 
After being elected the Alderman of the Sixth Ward, Cullen Sullivan changed his lifestyle. He no longer spent his evenings at the saloon, but with his wife and children. He finished his dinner of roast beef and cabbage and dismissed the remaining three children to their own apartment under the watchful eyes of thirteen-years-old Joleen. Then he enjoyed a cup of tea with his wife.
 
Cullen looked at the newly installed door connecting the two first floor flats.  “Joleen seems to have everyone bedded down.”
 
“Aye, she reminds me of Heather. The children obey her and she be reading Heather’s manual….” Sounds of the Wiley’s nightly arguments interrupted her. “Poor Kathleen.  At least Conor has stopped Sean from beating her.” She frowned.
 
“There be something yeh not be telling me?” Cullen stared at Breanna, who did not return eye contact.
 
“He be striking her in places Conor can’t see. Shannon brought Caitlin to their flat, but there is little she can do for Kathleen. They have a bed for Kathleen and Caitlin, but Kathleen is too proud to accept their charity.”
 
“Maybe I need to be having another talk with Sean.”
 
“It not be doing any good. Sean will wait until yeh be gone and give her a worse beating. At least he doesn’t strike Caitlin.”
 
“That be a good thing.” He took a sip of tea and nodded for Breanna to sit.
 
 She placed the latest tin-typed portrait on the table. “This came in this morning mail.”
 
He picked up the portrait of Phillip and Heather holding their three infant daughters. “Yeh told me Heather said she be pregnant before they left for Boston. Yeh be worrying over not having any wee grandchildren. Heather be having triplets and is pregnant, again. Arthur’s Mona be presenting yeh with twins. Conor’s Shannon has a wee lad and cailin. Doreen has two wee cailins and Belinda just gave birth to a strong strapping lad. How many does that be making for yeh?”
 
“We be having ten grandchildren with more on the way.”
 
“And yeh be filling Mrs. Kennedy’s shoes with Doreen and Belinda’s help.”
 
“Aye. I be training six neighbor women, including Kathleen.”
 
“I told yeh what I’ll be doing ta yeh if yeh kept beating yeh wife!” Conor’s  angry voice could be heard all the way from the fourth floor. Sounds of scuffling reached Cullen, who stood and walked toward the door.
 
He was half-way up the first flight of stairs when he met his son hauling Sean by his collar.
 
Conor stopped when he met his Father. “This bastard takes his pleasure in beating his wife. Mammy will have to go take care of Mrs. Wiley. Shannon is trying to calm Caitlin.”
 
“Let him go, lad. You can’t interfere.”
 
“But, Mrs. Wiley's face is all bruised and her nose is bleeding. The bastard may have broken it.”
 
“Let him go.” Cullen repeated.
 
Breanna hurried up the stairs carrying Mrs. Kennedy’s old carpet bag.
 
“Yeh got no right ta interfere with me disciplining me wife!” Sean pushed Conor aside and started back up the stairs.
 
Cullen reached out, grabbed the drunk by his arm, and drove his fist deep into Sean’s stomach. “I’ll not be having yeh mistreating me boy.”  He struck Sean on the nose, breaking it.
 
Sean bounced off the wall and Cullen hit him in the ribs, which made a clear cracking sound. He grabbed Sean by the hair and gave him an upper-cut to his jaw, laying him out flat.  Cullen dusted off his hands. “Yeh be drinking buddies until yeh reach the dark streets. Offer him yeh comments and load him on a train. Make sure there be no witnesses.”  Cullen walked up the stairs to check on his wife.
 
 
Shannon was comforting a crying Caitlin when her own children began to cry. “Yeh be having to quit crying. I be needing help getting me two back to sleep.”
 
Caitlin controlled her tears and wiped her nose with the back of her hand which she cleaned on her nightgown.
 
Shannon held her infant daughter, Wee Shannon, out to her. Caitlin cradled her in her arms. Smiling and cooing, she began singing a lullabye.
 
Shannon did the same with her infant son.  Soon, both infants were back to sleep. She put her son back in his crib and reached for her daughter.
 
“Can’t I hold her for a bit?” Caitlin asked, swaying the infant back and forth.
 
The mother smiled. “Aye, yeh be making a wonderful mother, someday.”
 
“Do yeh think so? I would be like you and Conor and never hit my children.”
 
“That be a good thing. Children should be loved, not whipped.”
 
They were interrupted by a soft knock. Shannon opened the door and let her mother-in-law enter. “How be Mrs. Wiley?”
 
“Battered and bruised. She be asking for Caitlin.”
 
Caitlin kissed the infant on the cheek and handed her back to Shannon. She turned toward Mrs. Sullivan. “Is me mudder okay?”
 
Breanna hugged the girl. “She will be. I don’t think yer fader will bother either of yeh tonight.”
 
Caitlin squeezed Mrs. Sullivan around the waist. “Thank yeh.” She ran out the door and ran into Mr. Sullivan. “Me fader not coming back tonight?”
 
Holding Mrs. Kennedy’s carpet bag in one hand, he stroked her hair with the other. “Nay lass, he had to catch a train. Conor is heping him. He won’t be back for weeks.”
 
Caitlin raised her arms and Mr. Sullivan set the bag down, picked her up and hugged her. She kissed him on the cheek. “Me mudder and me be thanking you.” He set her on the floor and she ran into her apartment.
 
Breanna came out into the hallway.  Cullen offered her his free arm. She linked arms with her husband, and headed down stairs.  “Conor’s helping Mr. Wiley to be getting on his train?”
 
Sounds of Caitlin’s cry came from the Wiley’s apartment. “Aye, I do not expect Mr. Wiley to return anytime soon,” Mr. Sullivan answered. “It be a weak man who has to use his wife for a punching bag to prove his manhood. Me and me boys will be having another talk with Sean Wiley when and if he returns.”
 
 
Caitlin hurried to her mother’s side. Kathleen held up her hand to stop her daughter. “I be a mite tender right now.”
 
Caitlin let out a cry of fright. The girl took her mother’s hand and pressed it to her face. “Mr. Sullivan said Conor took Fader to the train station.”
 
“I be happy for that, but Sean will come back and take his anger out on me.” She slowly pulled her daughter toward her and hugged her tenderly. “This be the third time your fader has been put on a train but he keeps coming back.”
 
Caitlin searched her mother’s bandaged face for a spot to kiss her. Kathleen pulled her daughter on her lap and winched from the pain. “I’ll be saying Sean received the same lesson Victory Harris received when he attacked you and Heather behind the Bird’s Nest.” She held Caitlin for several minutes before noticing her daughter’s drooping eyes. “We best be getting yeh to bed.”
 
 
Nine-year-old Caitlin Wiley kissed her mother goodbye, picked up her stack of school books and bagged lunch. Kathleen placed the dirty dishes and utensils into the sink. “I’ll be walking you down to Mrs. Sullivans and let her check me over.”
 
Caitlin held the door open and Kathleen passed into the hallway.  “Why is Fader always mistreating you?”
 
“It not be yer Fader, but the Divil in his soul. Yer fader be a very unhappy man since he be starting to drink the Divil’s Spirits.”
 
“Can’t he quit?”
 
“Nay, Lass. If he be sober, he would see what a small man he is. He’ll not be liking himself any better. He hits me out of anger with himself.”
 
They came to the first floor flat with the Celtic cross painted in the center and a Red Cross and Red Crescent painted at the foot.  The top of the door had the head of Christ, surrounded by a golden halo. One side displayed Arch-angel of healing, Saint Michael in the acts of healing the sick. The other side displayed a fire tended by Saint Brigit and her nuns.
 
The wall of the first floor hall way displayed several religious images, centered around the Crucifixion.
 
“Joleen did a beautiful job with these walls and door,” Caitlin said.
 
“That she did, me Pumpkin. Now, yeh be off to school. I will be here when yeh be returning.”  Kathleen kissed her daughter on the forehead and received a gentle hug.
 
“I’ll be seeing you then, Mammy.” Caitlin left the building.
 
 Her friend and classmate, Lila Doyle, waited two tenement houses down.
 
“How be yeh this fine morning, Caitlin?” Lila asked.
 
“You best not let Sister Abigail hear you. She’ll snitch to the Reverend Mother Ruth and you’ll get more hours, scrubbing floors,” Caitlin warned.
 
http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/historyonline/childbirth.cfm
History of Childbirth in Early America
 
http://www.victoriaspast.com/ChildMemorial/childmemorial.html
Infant mortality
 
http://www.icrc.org/eng/resources/documents/misc/emblem-history.htm
The origin of the Red Cross symbol and organization.
 

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

It is the author's intention to do away with the dialect by the end of this book. Until then;
Clarification:
Cailin = Irish for girl.
Divil = Devil
Fader - Father
Help = hep
Me = my
Mammy = mother
Mudder = mother
Ta = to
Tay = tea
Th' = the
Yer = your
Yeh = you


Chapter 2
Chapter One - Part Two

By c_lucas







CHAPTER ONE
PART TWO
 
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINT SLUMS
APRIL, 1877
 
Scene from last chapter:
“Joleen did a beautiful job with these walls and door,” Caitlin said.
 
“That she did, me Pumpkin. Now, yeh be off to school. I will be here when yeh be returning.”  Kathleen kissed her daughter on the forehead and received a gentle hug.
 
“I’ll be seeing you then, Mammy.” Caitlin left the building.
 
Her friend and classmate, Lila Doyle waited two tenement houses down.
 
“How be yeh this fine morning, Caitlin?” Lila asked.
 
“You best not let Sister Abigail hear you. She’ll snitch to Reverend Mother Ruth and you’ll get more hours, scrubbing floors.” Caitlin warned.
**
 
“Me father said I should be proud of my language and I’ll not be needing to change it.”  Lila glared at Caitlin.
 
“Aunt Heather’s husband, Phillip, wants her to take classes to change the way she talks.”
 
“You always be talking about yer Aunt Heather, but I not be knowing her. Me mother says she be high and mighty since she off and married a doctor. She says her nose be so high that she’ll drown if she went outdoors in a rain storm without an umbrella.”
 
Caitlin stopped and glared at her friend. “Yer mudder never met Aunt Heather. How can she be saying such things?”
 
“Sister Abigail says yer aunt worships the Divil.”
 
“That be a lie. Sister Abigail has never met Aunt Heather and thinks all Irish are dumb. Aunt Heather is guided by Saint Brigit!” Caitlin turned and walked faster to get away from Lila who yelled after her.
 
“You probably worship th’ Divil, too!”
 
Caitlin turned and retraced her steps to Lila who stood her ground.  “Be that be anger talking, or yeh?”
 
 “It be me!” Lila dropped her book strap and swung her fist toward Caitlin’s face.
 
Caitlin dodged the blow and struck Lila in the pit of her stomach.  The girl doubled-up, holding her stomach, and fought from retching. A few feet away, Caitlin stood still, holding her book strap in her left hand, waiting.

Lila was able to hold her breakfast down. She straightened up holding her stomach and ran toward Caitlin, who stepped aside at the last minute. Lila tripped over the smaller girl’s foot and sprawled out on the ground.
 
Brigit, I not be wanting to hurt me friend.Caitlin prayed. She reached down and offered Lila her hand. The girl pushed Caitlin’s hand away, got to her feet, and picked up her book strap.  She spit at the smaller girl’s feet and ran. “Yeh be a witch, too.”
**
 
Kathleen watched her daughter leave, turned and knocked on the newly remodeled infirmary door, and then entered. She smiled at Shannon and Breanna. “A morning blessing to all.”
 
Joleen opened the new door and greeted Kathleen, before going back to watch over Shannon’s babies.
 
“How are yeh this morning?” Shannon inquired as she brought Kathleen a cup of tea.
 
“A wee bit sore, but I be getting around. Thank yeh for th’ tay and taking care of Caitlin last night." She took a sip and sat down at the table across from Breanna, who crushed arnica plants with a mortar and pestles, the first step in making a healing gel.
 
“Shannon, please be locking the door.” She turned her attention to Kathleen. “Me family and friends be knowing to knock on the other door. Let’s be having a look at yeh.”
 
The young woman put the closed sign up, locked the door, and then helped Kathleen to strip to her bloomers. She explored the various bruised areas with gentle fingers, and mentally noted Kathleen’s reply to the amount of pain. Then she removed all the facial bandages except for the nose bandage. When she was finished, she turned toward her mother-in-law.
 
“Do yeh be knowing what this is?” Breanna held up a small bowl filled with a yellow/brownish mixture. "This be crushed arnica mixed with alcohol. It can be used lightly on burns and bruises. It be a poison if it’s used wrong. I’ll be treating the ribs. Shannon, you can treat the chest, and Kathleen, I’ll be holding a mirror while yeh be treating your face, then I be treating around yer your nose and eyes."
 
 
Thirty minutes later, Kathleen had been treated and her bandages replaced with fresh ones. Shannon helped her into her dress, unlocked the door and removed the sign. She helped Kathleen to lie down in Mrs. Kennedy’s old quarters. Soon, the abused woman fell asleep.
**
 
Breanna went into the next room. She and Joleen carried the babies into the infirmary. Shannon took the baby from her mother-in-law and moved behind the curtains of Heather’s old quarters. Joleen followed her and kept one baby entertained while Shannon nursed the other. When she exchanged babies, she took the freshly fed baby to her mother.
 
Breanna thanked her daughter and cradled her grandchild in her arms. Soon the baby was asleep. “Why don’t yeh bring their basinet in here? We’ll watch the babies and yeh be getting some free time before yer brothers and sister get home."
 
“I be thanking yeh, Mammy.” She hurried back into the other room, brought out the double basinet on wheels and retrieved her art supplies off the mattress.
 
Shannon came from behind the curtain, cradling the baby she just nursed.  She handed the infant to her mother-in-law and checked out the basinet. When everything met Shannon’s approval, she walked over to Breanna and picked up one of her infants.
 
“Hold it right there, Shannon. Mammy, look at me.” Joleen started a pencil drawing in her sketch pad. When she finished, she studied it, before showing the women.
 
Shannon laid her baby in the basinet and straightened the blanket. She walked over and examined Joleen’s sketch. “It’s beautiful.” In her excitement, she took it from Joleen’s hands, turned to show it to Breanna, who had just placed the other baby in the basinet.
 
Breanna studied the sketch carefully before going to the wall near the exit door. She placed it next to an oil of her and Cullen. “Me darling, yeh’ll be needing to paint these and I will place them here.”

“Please make one for me and I’ll place it next to the painting of Conor and me. Yeh be doing such beautiful work.” Shannon kissed a beaming Joleen on the cheek and gave her a hug.
**
 
Caitlin entered the vestibule, bent to take off her shoes and socks. She withdrew a penny from the pauper’s box and placed it in the candle donation box. She chose a candle and walked to her favorite spot to offer her prayers.
 
The young girl lit the candle from a burning candle and placed it in the last candle holder the end on bottom row. Crossing herself, she started off with a Hail Mary before saying a silent prayer Heather taught her years ago, and adding to it.
 
Brigit, I be thanking yeh for this fine day and for protecting me and me mother. Thank yeh for keeping me from hurting Lila. She be wrong about yeh, Aunt Heather and me. This be America where she has freedom of speech. Please bless her and help me ta forgive her. I not be wanting ta lose her friendship and I’m sorry for striking her.
 
Caitlin ended with The Our Father, crossed herself and hurried to the Vestibule to reclaim her shoes and socks.
 
Father Paul exited the small room, placing something in his mouth before wiping it with the back of his hand.
 
“What are you doing here? You should be in class.” he glared at Caitlin as she finished tying her shoes.
 
Caitlin stood and curtsied.  “I be heading there now.” She left by the front door and hurried to the Convent. “I be late.” She tried to enter quietly and came face to face with Reverend Mother Ruth, who stern look bade no good tiding for the young girl. Caitlin curtsied. “My apology, ma’am.” She gulped.
 
The Reverend Mother pointed toward her office and Caitlin obediently followed.
 
Lila sat in one of the chairs and when the Reverend Mother turned to shut the door, Lila stuck her tongue out at Caitlin and smirked.
 
Settling herself in her chair behind her desk, the Reverend Mother kept her stern look and glared at Caitlin. “Well, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?”
 
Caitlin fought to control her trembling and maintained eye contact. “What do you mean, ma’am?”  She cast a glance at Lila who appeared to be on the verge of crying.
 
Casting a glance at both of the girls, the nun’s eyes focused on Caitlin. “You mean to tell me you don’t know why you are in my office?”
 
“I was late because I stop to buy a candle and say a prayer.”
 
“And you haven’t did anything wrong? You didn’t strike Lila for correcting you when you started talking that pig talk?”
 
Caitlin glanced at Lila who was actually crying before turning her attention back toward the Reverend Mother. “I struck her in the stomach after she tried to hit me in the face.”
 
“Liar! You tripped me after you hit me.” She held her freshly bandage hands up for Caitlin to see.
 
“You tripped over my foot when I stepped aside to keep you from pushing me down,” Caitlin spoke quietly without any emotions. She was careful to correctly pronounce her words.
 
“You lying, and I thought we were friends!” Lila started sobbing. She jumped up and ran from the room.
 
Caitlin watched her run out the front door. I thought we were, too.
 
“Close the door, pull up your dress and lean over my desk.” The Reverend Mother opened her desk drawer.
  
Caitlin winched when she saw the Reverend Mother holding her leather strap.
***************************************************
http://www.livestrong.com/article/355817-arnica-for-deep-bruises-and-swelling/
Herbal medicine to treat bruising and swelling.
 
http://www.drweil.com/drw/u/ART02931/Bruises.html
Herbal medicine to treat bruising.
 
http://digital.library.pitt.edu/cgi-bin/t/text/text-idx?;c=nietz;tpl=browse.tpl
19th century text books
 
http://www.livingarchives.ca/blog/living-archives/mar-26-2008/1617
19th century school life.
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

It is the author's intention to do away with the dialect by the end of this book. Until then;
Clarification:
Cailin = Irish for girl.
Divil = Devil
Fader - Father
Help = hep
Me = my
Mammy = mother
Mudder = mother
Ta = to
Tay = tea
Th' = the
Yer = your
Yeh = you


Chapter 3
Chapter One - Part Three -

By c_lucas







CHAPTER ONE
PART THREE
 
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINT SLUMS
APRIL, 1877
 
Ending of the last post:  “You’re lying, and I thought we were friends!” Lila started sobbing. She jumped up and ran from the room.
 
Caitlin watched her run out the front door. I thought we were, too.
 
“Caitlin, close the door, pull up your dress and lean over my desk.”
 
Caitlin winced when she saw the Reverend Mother holding her leather strap.
**
 
There was a sharp rap at the office door. “Come in.” The Reverend Mother beckoned and pointed toward her desktop.
 
Caitlin bit back her tears, raised her dress, and lay across the Reverend Mother’s desk.
 
“So she admitted to talking the forbidden language, hitting and tripping poor little Lila.”  Sister Abigail walked up and took the leather strap from the Reverend Mother’s hand.
 
“She admitted hitting Lila, but after Lila tried to hit her. Also, she said Lila tried to push her down and tripped. She didn’t admit to speaking the forbidden language.” The Reverend-Mother shook her head.

“They don’t know how to tell the truth. How many, four or five lashes?” Sister Abigail asked, as she gently lashed her own legs.
 
“Three will do, one for tardiness, one for trying to change the deed and placing the blame on Lila and one for being unrepentant.”
 
Caitlin, knowing she would get no pity from Sister Abigail, bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. In her ears the lashing sounded loud and she bit her lip harder, almost to the point of drawing blood.
 
To the young girl’s ears, the second lash sounded louder and landed with much more pain.
 
A bitter laugh past through the nun’s lips. “Trying to be a tough one, eh.” The last blow came down harder than the first two, and Caitlin felt herself urinating, soiling her bloomers and making a puddle on the floor.
 
“Of all the blasphemous things to do, soiling the Reverend-Mother’s floor!” Sister Abigail placed her hand on Caitlin’s shoulder.
 
Caitlin felt a hand pushing down on her back and knew Sister Abigail wasn’t finished.
 
“That will be enough. I said three and that’s all the girl earned. Take her with you and send her back with two towels and a bucket of water.”
 
Caitlin knew her dry eyes made Sister Abigail angry.  Other children punished by the nun left the room crying, be it boy or girl. She’s not finished with me, yet.
 
The nun relieved her associate, took the ruler and glared at Caitlin. “What are you doing?”
 
“Obeying the Reverend-Mothers instructions. I’m getting two towels and a bucket of water,” Caitlin said as calmly as she could.
 
A tall boy in the back of the room made a comment too low for Caitlin to hear.  Children around him laughed.
 
Sister Abigail must have heard. “That’s right. She’s not house broken, yet.”
 
Ida Sullivan, in the fifth grade section, stood and started toward Caitlin, who was struggling with the bucket of water and the two towels.
 
“Where do you think you are going, Miss Sullivan? Take your seat,”  Sister Abigail ordered.
 
“My friend needs help.” Ida continued walking toward Caitlin.
 
Sister Abigail started to head off the rebellious girl, but Ida reached Caitlin first. “Let me carry the bucket, Caitlin.”
 
Caitlin willingly released her hold on the bucket and stepped in front of Ida, placing her friend in front of Sister Abigail. They stopped when they reached the Reverend-Mother’s office door and Caitlin glanced at Ida.
 
“It’s okay. I’m with you,” Ida spoke softly to her friend, set the bucket down to knock on the Reverend-Mother’s door. When she heard the word, “Enter,” Ida opened the door and entered, followed closely by Caitlin.
 
“We’ve come to clean up Caitlin’s mess, Reverend-Mother.”
 
The Reverend-Mother glared at the two girls. “Caitlin, get busy.”
 
Caitlin took one of the towels and cleaned up the urine. Ida dipped the other into the bucket. She used it to mop the wet part of the floor, then she took the other towel and placed them in the bucket.
 
“The mess has been cleaned up ma’am,” Ida said to the Reverend-Mother, as she picked up the bucket.
 
The Reverend-Mother glanced at Caitlin. “Return to your desk. Miss Sullivan, I would like you to remain.”
 
Caitlin went to take the bucket, but Ida refused to release it. She looked at the smaller girl. “Do as the Reverend-Mother asked.”
 
As Caitlin left, Sister Abigail, with her back to the Reverend-Mother, smirked at Ida, who did not acknowledge the nun. Ida kept her attention on the Reverend-Mother.
 
“Do you have something to say to me, Ma’am?” Ida asked. She continued to ignore Sister Abigail and kept eye contact with the Mother Superior.
 
“Helping Caitlin was a brave thing to do, but do not think you can defy me.” She picked up the strap.
 
Ida gulped when she saw the Reverend-Mother hand the strap to Sister Abigail. “You can't scare or threaten me as you did Caitlin. You took the word of a liar over Caitlin’s. Mrs. Wiley has taught her daughter to speak the truth. You punished the wrong girl, and you’ll not be punishing me for coming to Caitlin’s aid.” Ida turned to leave and spied Sister Abigail holding the strap and blocking the door.
 
“Put the bucket down, go over to the Reverend-Mother’s desk, raise your dress and lean over the desk.”
 
Ida, doing her best to control her fear, turned toward the Reverend-Mother. “What do you say, ma’am? My father gives more money to the Church than any other member and he is friends with the Bishop. He’ll not be pleased if you whip me for trying to right a wrong.”
 
“You are a brave young girl, Ida, but you misjudge your father. He will not go against the authority of the church, nor deny my right to punish you.  Obey Sister Abigail.”
 
Realizing she has lost her argument, Ida shifted her hands and placed one under the bucket. Without warning, she turned and threw the water in Sister Abigail’s face, opened the door and ran toward the front entrance.
 
Ida's bid for freedom was stopped by the big boy nearest the door. He grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor.
 
Caitlin overcame her surprise of Ida's breaking out of the Reverend-Mother’s office and jumped up to follow her. Seeing Ida in trouble with the big kid, she kicked him in the groin.
 
The boy released Ida and she took off running toward the side street. Riley, Ida’s youngest brother, seeing his sister leave, jumped over the moaning boy, and ran after her with Caitlin right behind him.
 
The three children did not stop running until they came to their flat. They tip-toed past the infirmary and Ida knocked softly at the door beyond it. Joleen, who was enjoying her free time painting, opened the door and went to speak.
 
Ida held her finger to her lips and whispered, “We be in a wee bit of trouble.”
 
Joleen stepped aside and let the three fugitives in. “What type of trouble?” she whispered.
 
Ida quickly explained, stopping only when Joleen interrupted her asking for clarification.  All stopped when they heard Lila's voice pleading and the infirmary door crashed open.
**
 
 
Brianna Sullivan and her four assistants sat at the table, relaxing with cups of tea, and holding her granddaughter, when the front door burst open and Mrs. Doyle walked in pulling her struggling daughter, Lila.
 
“Mammy, please, I don’t want to….She might hurt me, again.” Lila pleaded with her mother.
 
Breanna stood and handed the baby to Ragan Crawford, who readily accepted it from her mentor. “What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Doyle?”
 
“It be Mrs. Wiley that I choose to speak with.”  She stopped by Kathleen and pulled Lila in front of her. Look at what your daughter be doing to my daughter. She struck her in the stomach and knocked her to the ground…then tried to blame me Lila when the Reverend-Mother took them to her office…..My God, what be happening to you?” Mrs. Doyle stopped when she saw Kathleen's bandaged face.
 
“Sean is what be happening to me,” Kathleen remained seated. “He be breaking me nose and bursting me ribs.” She looked at Lila and examined her hands, before turning to Sarah Crawford. “Mrs. Crawford, would yeh be kind enough to tend to Lila’s hands, while I be talking to her mudder?”
 
Breanna walked to the kitchen area, poured a cup of tea, and offered it to Mrs. Doyle. “Why don’t yeh sit down and we’ll be discussing this matter.”
 
The angry woman calmed down and accepted the cup of tea. “Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan….”
 
“Yeh can call me ‘Breanna,’” Breanna interjected. “Please tell us what happened.”
 
The women around the table kept their silence as Mrs. Doyle repeated what Lila had told her.
 
When she finished, Breanna looked at Kathleen. “That doesn’t sound like Caitlin.”
 
"Too bad my cailin not be here to tell her side of the story….”
 
The side door opened and Caitlin, Ida, and Riley walked in followed by Joleen.
 
“I be here, mammy,” Caitlin announced.
 
**
History of Catholic education in the United States - Wikipedia, the ...
Catholic school system in the 19th century
 
http://www.network54.com/Forum/198833/thread/1143254981/last-1145206453/Six-of-best
Corporal punishment in British schools
 
http://www.localhistories.org/corporal.html
Punishment in the 19th century school system
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

It is the author's intention to do away with the dialect by the end of this book. Until then;
Clarification:
Cailin = Irish for girl.
Divil = Devil
Fader - Father
Help = hep
Me = my
Mammy = mother
Mudder = mother
Ta = to
Tay = tea
Th' = the
Yer = your
Yeh = you


Chapter 4
c1-p4 The Mantle of Truth

By c_lucas







CHAPTER ONE
PART FOUR 
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINT SLUMS
APRIL, 1877
 
End of the last chapter:
“Yeh can call me ‘Breanna,’” Breanna interjected. “Please tell us what happened.”
 
The women around the table kept their silence as Mrs. Doyle repeated what Lila had told her.
 
When she finished, Breanna looked at Kathleen. “That doesn’t sound like Caitlin.”
 
"Too bad my cailin not be here ta tell her side of th' story….”
 
The side door opened and Caitlin, Ida, and Riley walked in followed by Joleen.
 
“I be here, mammy,” Caitlin announced.
**
 
The three children stood together, facing Mrs. Sullivan, who glanced at her older daughter, Joleen, standing behind the children.  “Did yeh be hearing what Mrs. Doyle be saying?”
 
“Yes, Mammy, but it not be what Caitlin, or Ida said about th' happenings.” Joleen stepped closer to the children.
 
“You know where I be keeping Brigit’s Mantle, would yeh fetch it for me.”
 
Joleen returned to the other flat.
 
“What is this, Brigit's Mantle yeh be sending for?” Mrs. Dole asked.
 
“We call it th' Mantle of Truth*. If anyone lies while wearing it, St. Brigit'll punish them,” Breanna explained.
 
“Saint Brigit, yeh be saying,” Mrs. Doyle said in a skeptic manner. “I'll not be believing in th' old ways.” She crossed her arms and glared at Breanna.
 
Joleen returned holding an extremely old leather button-less vest with patterns of Celtic Runes burned into it. She held it out, and Brianna stood and took it. The vest appeared to be in good condition, recently oiled for preservation.
 
“There be no trickery involved,” Breanna held it up for Mrs. Doyle inspection.  When she showed her the back, the woman’ facial features paled.
 
“I’ve not be seeing one of these since I left th' old country as a cailin. It’s not be as old as this one,” Mrs. Doyle crossed herself.
 
“Would yeh like ta test this mantle with a mild lie?” Mrs. Sullivan asked.
 
“Nay, I wore one once, when I be younger than Lila. I’ll not be forgetting th' experience and it cured me of telling falsehoods.” Mrs. Doyle glanced at her daughter, whose hand was being bandaged by Mrs. Crawford.
 
Breanna glanced at Caitlin’s mother, Kathleen. “I be needing yer permission ta cloak yer daughter.”
 
“Yeh be having it,” Kathleen said, crossing herself.
 
“Yeh be realizing it cannot be removed until Caitlin has told th' complete truth?”
 
“Aye, and I be knowing what be happening if Caitlin lies.”
 
Breanna turned back toward Mrs. Doyle. “Need I be having ta remind you about interrupting th' ceremony?”
 
“Nay, but will I be having th' right ta ask questions?”
 
“As long as yeh ask it of th' one wearing th' cloak. Do yeh be giving permission for yer daughter, Lila, ta be wearing th' cloak?”
 
“I be giving me permission. I be taking responsibility for whatever happens ta her if she tells a lie.”
 
Lila broke away from Mrs. Crawford and ran to her mother. “Mammy! What are yeh saying? They’re going ta protect Caitlin.”
 
“No one can protect th' cailin if she’s not be telling th' truth,” Mrs. Doyle informed her excited daughter.
 
Breanna walked over to Caitlin. “Caitlin Anna Wiley, when I place this garment around your shoulders, it can only be removed when I remove it or when yeh have told th' truth. Any questions?”
 
“No ma’am. I be speaking th' truth.” After Caitlin crossed herself, Breanna lifted the vest high and rested it on the child’s shoulder.
 
“In your own words, Caitlin, tell us what happened this morning, when you met Lila.”
 
“Lila greeted me in th' old language and I greeted her in th' new, warning her ta be careful using th' old language.”
**

 
“That’s what happened. She ran out of th' Reverend-Mother’s office crying.” Caitlin never took her eyes off of Mrs. Sullivan. “May I take this off, now?” She reached to remove it, but Ida’s mother stopped her.
 
“You'll be needing ta answer any questions before yeh can try ta remove it.”
 
“I have a question,” Mrs. Doyle announced. “Yeh be saying yeh be sorry Lila doesn’t want ta be yer friend. Why?”
 
Caitlin turned and looked at Breanna. “I’ll not be wanting ta answer th' question,” she said, slipping back into her Irish brogue.
 
Breanna smiled at her. “That be yer heart, but what does yer mind be saying?”
 
“It be saying Lila be angry with me. She’ll not be making a trusting friend, but I be wanting her friendship. She be me only friend me age and I be her only friend. I don’t understand, me mind says Lila be angry with herself.”

“I be having a question,” Kathleen said. “Do yeh be sorry Lila be hurt?”
 
“I lit a candle asking for forgiveness and to keep Lila as me friend. That’s why I be late for class.”
 
“Are there any more questions,” Breanna asked. When no one spoke up, she turned to Caitlin. “Can yeh take the garment off?”
 
Caitlin easily removed the garment and handed it to Breanna, who thanked her.
 
Mrs. Sullivan held the garment out to Lila. “Now, it be yer turn.”
 
“No!” The girl ran for the door, but found it locked. She evaded her mother’s arms and ran for the other door, only to find it locked, also.
 
Mrs. Doyle grabbed her daughter’s shoulders and lifted her off the floor. She carried the kicking, pleading child over to Breanna, set her down, but continued to hold her.
 
Breanna shook her head. “Lila be answering the question about who be telling th' truth and who be lying. Joleen, would yeh be minding ta bless the garment, and put it away?”
 
Everyone watched as Joleen took the garment, walked over to the door and opened it without a key.
 
Mrs. Doyle released Lila and went to the front door. She opened it without any difficulty. “How can this be? Th’ door be locked for Lila and unlocked for me.?”
 
“Brigit be locking and unlocking th’ door.  Lila be learning a lesson about lying. She doesn’t need th' Garment of Truth.” Breanna tried to stroke Lila hair, but the girl pulled away.
 
“Anger at oneself be not a good thing. Brigit’s power be still over you. Why are yeh angry at yourself and at Caitlin?” Breanna was able to stroke Lila’s Auburn hair.
 
“What be yeh meaning Brigit’s power still be on me?”
 
 “St. Brigit has cloaked yeh with her own Mantle of Truth. Be careful how yeh answer.”
 
Mrs. Doyle glanced at her daughter, then at Lila. “Can I be sharing the cloak with me daughter?”
 
Breanna looked around the room and settled her eyes on the two napping babies. She raised her hand toward them. “May yeh sleep in th' bosom of St. Brigit.”  Assured that the babies wouldn’t disturb the meeting, Breanna had everyone join hands in Brigit’s Circle of Truth**. The circle was broken between Caitlin and Lila.  Mrs. Doyle stepped forward to complete the circle by holding Caitlin and Lila’s hands.
 
“Blessed be the name of th' Mother Mary and Saint Brigit as we be compelled ta speak only th' truth,” Breanna closed her eyes to say a silent prayer. Brigit help the members of this circle ta speak truthfully.
 
Mrs. Sullivan opened her eyes after performing a mental cross. “Lila, yeh been asked a question.  Why are yeh angry at yourself and at Caitlin? How do yeh be answering?”
 
“I be not angry with anyone….” A charge flowed through Lila and Mrs. Doyle’s bodies. No one else felt it.
 
Lila’s mother took a deep breath. “Lila, answer th' question truthfully. If you don’t, th' next charge will be stronger.”
 
“I not be angry with anyone….” A stronger charge flowed through the mother and daughter. “Mammy, Mrs. Sullivan is practicing witchcraft just like yeh told Fader.” The girl tried to break free, but couldn’t.
 
“Is that what yeh be telling yer husband, Uni?”
 
“Yes. I be angry because yeh have friends and family that showed yeh love! I have no one, not even me own daughter.”
 
Lila expected a charge, but none came. She jumped when Breanna called her name.
 
“Lila, yeh be knowing yer mother is telling th' truth. What say yeh.”
 
“I be feeling the same way. Mammy be having no friends, neither do I.”
 
“Yeh both be having friends. Yeh have a circle of friends. Be that right?” Breanna addressed her last question to the members of the circle and received a round of positive replies. She addressed Caitlin with her next question.
 
“Caitlin, do yeh forgive Lila for getting yeh into trouble?”
 
“I be doing that, ma’am. I be Lila’s friend.” The somber mood lifted as others made verbal expression of friendship to the mother and daughter.
 
Ida looked at her mother. “Mammy, what should we be doing about our school The Reverend-Mother and Sister Abigail’ll not be forgiving me, nor Lila. They’ll probably be adding punishment ta Caitlin and Riley because we ran away.”
 
“We can teach our own and voice a complaint at the next school meeting. Me Cullen can express our feelings with the Arch-Bishop.”
 
Ragan spoke up, “I be having eight grades of studies. I'll be th' young one’s teacher.”
 
“I’ll help, too,” Shannon announced. “Me wee ones will be needing schooling, someday.”
 
 “Then it's settled. All we’ll need is space for our classroom. We can set apart part of th' infirmary,” Breanna announced.
 
“Can I come?” Lila asked and received unanimous approval.
 
“Brianna, I would like ta join yer class,” Mrs. Doyle’s request was met with approval.
 
“Let the circle be broken and all work together in this single goal.” Breanna released the hands she was holding and crossed herself.
 
 

“Now if me fader stays away, I’ll be happy.”

Kathleen agreed with her daughter, Caitlin.

******************************* 
http://www.pbs.org/kcet/publicschool/innovators/mann.html
19th century American Public Schools
 
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/ndlpcoop/moahtml/mncspeducation.html
Nineteenth Century Teaching Urls
 
http://www.connerprairie.org/Learn-And-Do/Indiana-History/America-1860-1900/Lives-Of-Women.aspx
Educating the American Female.
 
http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/historyonline/housework.cfm
The tribulations of the 19th century housewife
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

It is the author's intention to do away with the dialect by the end of this book. Until then;
Clarification:
Cailin = Irish for girl.
Divil = Devil
Fader - Father
Help = hep
Me = my
Mammy = mother
Mudder = mother
Ta = to
Tay = tea
Th' = the
Yer = your
Yeh = you
**The Mantle of Truth and The Circle of Truth are my own creations. Although, I feel they are part of St.Brigit folk lore, being a male, I do not have access to them. Thus, I used my creative talent to offer my version of them.

As I mentioned before, I don't want to offend any belief system.


Chapter 5
Chap.2 #1Painful Train Ride

By c_lucas

Chapter Two
Part One  
ChicagoStock Yards
April, 1877
 
Sean Wiley floated in and out of a pain-filled consciousness as the livestock car made its way from New York City to the Chicago Stock Yards. His eyes were swollen shut, and his ribs were afire with pain, which interfered with taking deep breaths.  His broken nose forced him to breathe through his mouth.
 
He heard the sounds of a sliding railroad car door. “Blimey, not another bloody one,” a stranger said.  Rough hands grabbed him under his arms and he felt himself being dragged. “Out you go, mate.”
 
Sean felt himself being thrown through the air. His landing brought a flash of pain followed by unconsciousness. ... Voices awakened him.
 
“There he is, just where Jeremy said he would be.” The man’s words floated into Sean’s pain-fogged head.
 
“Jeremy said he found out after he threw him off the train that he’s a member of the Brotherhood and that makes him one of us. Let’s get him over to the Aid Station.” The male’s voice was the last Sean heard as he fainted from the pain when lifted by his arms and legs.
 
 
The injured man awakened on a smelly feather bed with his wrapped head on an equally obnoxious feather pillow. The air was filled with the smells of sanitizers and a faint odor of vomit. He shifted onto his side and moaned. He sought relief by returning to lying on his back and closing his one good eye.
 
“I see you have decided to return to the land of the living,” an angelic voice commented.
 
The musical sound of the woman’s voice caught Sean by surprise and he opened his good eye as much as he could. “Where am I? … Who are you?” Sean’s mouth felt as if it was filled with cotton.
 
“First of all, you are in Dr. Foster’s Ward for the Addicted. He has your illness marked down as alcoholism. I am your nurse, Judith Foster.”
 
“His wife?”
 
“Sister. I agree with Mathew’s thoughts on Alcohol Addiction to be a sickness which can be cured.  He is off duty and I’m taking care of his patients. Mathew will visit with you in the morning.” She picked up a glass of water, held the back of his head and let him take a few sips.
 
“Do you be having anything stronger? A pure diet of water can kill a man, especially if he be having pure Irish blood in him.” Sean attempted to smile and ended up moaning from his exertion.
 
Judith lightly laughed and placed the glass on the bedside table. “Mathew has prescribed water and, for your pain, Laudanum. Are you in much pain, Mr.….?
 
“Mulligan, Sean Mulligan,” Sean answered. “I be hurting from me head to me toes.”
 
“I’ll be right back with some Laudanum for you, Mr. Mulligan.”  Judith reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, as she hurried off.
 
May, 1877
 
Sean improved daily, but he received no sympathy during the day. However Judith’s nighttime visits were longer than she spent on all of her other patients, combined. Sean knew she was in the habit of giving them their sleeping potions early so they would sleep. Hence, he and Judith had a few hours to themselves.
 
As soon as she finished nursing the others, Judith hurried to Sean’s bedside, kissed him briefly on the lips before she gave him a dose of watered-down pain-killer, which would ease his pain but wouldn’t put him to sleep.
 
“I am so happy for you. Mathew’s notations indicate you are improving faster than any patient he has ever treated.”
 
Sean shifted his weight and repositioned the stolen bottle of Metcalf’s Cocoa Wine. She came back too quick. He acted as if her news pleased him. “I’ll be able ta take yeh for an evening stroll in no time.”
 
She placed her hand on his. “I’ll be counting the days, Mr. Mulligan, but I have some disturbing orders I will have to obey.”
 
“Disturbing orders? What be they?” Sean forced himself to remain relax.
 
“Someone has stolen a bottle of Mathew’s special wine. Would you know anything about the theft, Mr. Mulligan?”
 
“Does yer brother be accusing me?” Sean forced himself to appear offended.
 
Judith patted his hand. “He is not accusing anybody. But I must search all the beds which haven’t been searched…. Yours is one of them. I’ll help you into the wheelchair. The search won’t take long and I’ll see you back safely in your bed.” She stood, turned, and went to one of the available wheelchairs.
 
When she turned her back, Sean went into action. Thanks be to the Holy Mother, I took some string with me. Earlier, he had tied both ends of the string around the lower lip bulge, making a large necklace. In no time at all, he pulled the loop over his head and adjusted the neck of his gown. The bottle rested against the small of his back, virtually unnoticeable.
 
Judith started pushing a wheelchair toward Sean’s bed and stopped. “Mathew, what are you doing, here?”
 
Dr. Foster stepped from behind the entrance curtain and into the ward. “Watching Mr. Wiley hang the missing wine bottle down his back.”  He walked over to Sean and rudely pulled the string up off his neck.
 
“What is going on, Mathew? He told us his name was Mulligan?”
 
“The Brotherhood’s Pin Number he’s wearing is assigned to a ‘Sean Wiley’ at the New York City Railroad Yard. I received the wire earlier this afternoon. There are five ‘Mulligans’ at the yard and seven ‘Wileys’, also. The Steward was gracious enough to send me Mr. Wiley’s personal information, including the fact that he’s married with a daughter. Our Mr. Mulligan fits Wiley’s description.”
 
Judith glanced at her brother and turned her attention toward Sean.  “You’re actually Sean Wiley and not Sean Mulligan?”
 
Sean ignored her question. “What be yer next move, Doctor Foster?”
 
Judith, red-faced, hurried out the ward’s entrance without speaking.
 
“Dr. Keeley warned about the patients’ willingness to lie and used various tricks.  I’m not happy you played on Judith’s affections. You’re still a member of the Brotherhood, but I have the authority to dismiss you from my studies. Consider yourself dismissed.” He walked behind the entrance desk and pulled a cord, ringing a loud bell. A husky orderly, showing physical signs of past beatings, walked in.
 
 Dr. Foster turned toward the orderly. “Mr. Wiley is out of the program, and this ward is off limits to him. He’s no longer allowed to have any personal contact with anyone on this ward without my being present.” He glanced at Sean and turned his attention toward the orderly. “In that Mr. Wiley is still recovering from his beating, he will be allowed access to the waiting room. He will remain there until a nurse and orderly brings him to the rooms in back to be treated. Under no circumstances is he to be left alone with a nurse. Is that clear?”
 
“Yes sir, Doctor. I will let the other orderlies know.”
 
Sean looked at the physical features of the orderly. He be a street brawler who met his match one time too many.” Silently, Sean dressed in his cleaned clothes, sans his socks, and turned to the Doctor. “May I be having a bit of pain killer before I go?”
 
The doctor walked over to the desk and picked up a list of his patients just as Judith walked back in. “The records show you had your regular dosage forty-five minutes ago. You’re not scheduled for another dosage for five hours and fifteen minutes.”
 
“Mathew ...” 
 
Sean interrupted Judith, “Then I can be having me next dosage at me regular time?” 
 
Doctor Foster glanced at the orderly. “Please see that Mr. Wiley is back at the Aide Station at four a.m. to sign for his next dosage. Remember what I said about an orderly to be with him at all times and he is not to speak to a nurse without a male presence.” He turns toward his sister. “Judith, as soon as you have checked on your remaining patients, I would like to have a word with you in private.” He turned, sat down at the entrance desk, and started to read the nurse's notes.
 
 
Sean walked side by side with the orderly, who laughed after they had left the building. “You got balls, I give you that. I have never seen Foster so angry.”
 
“He’s probably be jumping on his sister for doctoring me dosages so we be having some time together.”
 
“You and the doc’s sister been getting it on?” The orderly elbowed Sean's good side, but Sean stopped and took a breath.
 
The orderly stopped. “Still tender, huh?” He handed Sean a familiar small bottle.
 
Sean slipped it into his pockets. “May the Saints preserve our friendship. What be yer name? You already know mine.”
 
“Victor Harris, former New York’s Fourth Ward Enforcer.”
 

Author Notes Thank you, canon shooter for the use of your image, "All Aboard."

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Short list of character in the order of appearance:
Judith Foster - Nurse, aged and hight not mention. Temporary relationship with Sean. Sister to Dr. Foster.
Doctor Foster Follower of Dr. Keeley in treating Alcoholism as a disease. (see url) Brother to Judith.
Victor Harris- Orderly. Appeared in "A Rough Beginning." He and the Sullivans have a history.

Story Line:
This chapter will go to building the character of Sean Wiley.


Chapter 6
Chapter Two--Part Two

By c_lucas












6Chapter Two -- Part two
ChicagoStock Yards
June, 1877
 
Scenes from the end of the last chapter.
 
“Mathew ...”

Sean interrupted Judith, “Then I can be having me next dosage at me regular time?” 
 
Doctor Foster glanced at the orderly. “Please see that Mr. Wiley is back at the Aide Station at four a.m. to sign for his next dosage. Remember what I said about an orderly being with him at all times and he is not to speak to a nurse without a male’s presence.” He turns toward his sister. “Judith, as soon as you have checked on your remaining patients, I would like to have a word with you in private.” He turned, sat down at the entrance desk, and started to read the nurse's notes.
**************** 
 
Sean walked side by side with the orderly, who laughed after they had left the building. “You got balls, I give you that. I have never seen Foster so angry.”
 
“He’ll probably be jumping on his sister for doctoring me dosages so we be having some time together.”
 
“You and the doc’s sister have been getting it on?” The orderly elbowed Sean's good side, but Sean stopped and took a breath.
 
The orderly stopped. “Still tender, huh?” He handed Sean a familiar small bottle.
 
Sean took a sip, tightened the lid, before he slipped the bottle into his pocket. “May the Saints preserve our friendship. What be yer name? You already know mine.”
 
“Victor Harris, former New York’s Fourth Ward Enforcer.”
 
****************

Sean was relaxing on his rope bunk when Victor found him. “There you are. I have some good news for you.” He slipped Sean two confiscated bottles of Laudanum.
 
Sean stood, dug into his pockets and pulled out a dollar in change. “That be me last. I be needing to be finding a job.” He opened a bottle and downed half the contents in one swallow.
 
“That’s my good news. The swamper, Logan, has moved on and I secured his job of cleaning the barracks for you. It pays three dollars a week. It’ll only take a couple of hours each day of broom pushing and mopping.”
 
“Me ribs are good enough to handle that, but I won’t be able to pay you for yer treats.” Sean finished the first and slipped the second bottle into his pocket.
 
“That’s no problem. Logan also had the job of swamping out the Aid Station. Dr. Foster was against you having that job, but Judith talked him into it. You’ll have to do the fourth ward after Judith leaves and before Doctor Foster comes on duty.”
 
“Judith went to bat for me?” Sean smiled.
 
“That she did, but you best be keeping your nose clean. No stealing in the fourth ward. Foster will be watching you like a hawk. Ever since your last visit, he has a habit of leaving small bottles around. I checked one out when he was called away. He fills them with water.”
 
“Aye, he be a sneaky bastard, but I be sneakier.” Sean grinned and patted Victor on the back. “I be thanking yeh. What does the Aid Station pay?”
 
“Your first two weeks will be training and you’ll receive a total seven dollars. After that you’ll be on your own and will get four dollars a week. Mind you, Foster will be watching you like a hawk.”
 
“I be keeping that in mind.”
 
“To celebrate, I’ll buy us a pitcher,” Victor offered.
 
“I’ll be having no money, so I’ll be taking yeh up on yer kind offer.”
 
The two men left the barracks laughing. They were near the bar when beating drums and loud voices condemning the evil of alcohol filled the air. Sean put his arm on Victor’s shoulder to stop him. “What be all the noise?”
 
“Ah, you’ve been away from the bar for a while. Have you heard about the Temperance Movement trying to deter us sinners from the Devil’s brew? They started showing up about two weeks ago. Even the good doctor and his sister joins them on occasions. We’ll have to sneak through the back door to avoid them.”
 
“Be doing me a favor, would yeh? Check to see who be in the crowd. I’ll wait here.”
 
A few minutes later, Victor returned. “Judith and some of the staff are there. I didn’t see her brother.” He handed Sean a small tract.
 
Sean glanced at the title and put the tract into his pockets. “Yeh say Judith is with them, but not Doctor Foster?” Sean grinned.
 
“That what I said,” Victor stared at him.
 
“I’m sorry me friend, but I be seeing the light of me evil ways.” Sean turned, headed back toward the barracks, ignoring Victor's calls.
 
 
Reality proved to be a cruel task master as Sean Wiley dealt with his newly self-enforced daily life of ignoring the desire for alcohol. He went so far as to give up the opiate pain killer. I will not let it be my master as it has in the past. Never again will any man-made chemical touch me lips. Never again will I allow myself to be someone’s punching bag. Never again will I fall victim to my desires for a woman’s body. Sean paraphrased part of a Temperance tract.
 
Sean avoided the Fosters as he went about his new job.  He made a point about cleaning the Fourth Ward before Judith came on duty and left for the evening. I’ll wait until Foster loosens his restriction, then I be visiting with you, Judith. I be having plans for yeh and yer brother.
 
Victor was surprised when Sean refused the Laudanum. “What is going on with you? You’ve quit drinking and refuse my offers of  the pain killer.  Everyone is talking about you’re being the best swamper they have seen. I overheard Judith telling Dr. Foster she is proud of the change in your path.”
 
“Me darling Judith be saying that to her brother?” Sean laughed and slapped Victor on the back.
 
“You’re up to something, aren’t you?” Victor stared at him.
 
“Aye, I’ll be leaving me job. I placed me number with the brotherhood and it came through. Monday, I’ll be working for nine dollars and fifty cents a week cleaning out stock cars.” Sean reached under his bunk and pulled out a used carpet bag. He opened and dumped it on the bed. 
 
Victor stared at the new work clothes with two pairs of new boots and a pair of new shoes.
 
“I’ll be the best and cleanest worker in th’ yard. Also, I'll be moving into Mrs. O’Keefe Boarding House. You be welcome ta share a room if yeh want to. They be large rooms.” Sean grinned at the suspicious look on Victor’s face.
 
“How did you get the money for all this? It must be costing you fifteen dollars.” Victor studied Sean.
 
“Seventeen be the correct amount, but for now, it‘ll be me secret. Yeh’ll be needing ta give up yer wicked ways.” Sean replied.
 
“Let me think about it.” Victor watched Sean repack his bag.
 
“The foreman will be having a bad accident and yer name be at the top of the list. It pays two dollars a day. All yeh be having to do is to make sure the work is done properly. You’ll be receiving the call in the next week.” Sean shoved the bag under his bed, stood, and dusted his hands. “That be if yeh be interested.” He turned and walked out of the barracks.
 
Victor ran to catch up. “I’ll be interested.”
 
Sean smiled and shook Victor’s hand. “Yeh be knowing Dr. Foster’s method. Start cutting down on yer drinking and Laudanum.  When yeh be ready, I’ll show yeh me plan. Now, be a repentant soul and come with me to the temperance meeting.”
 
The Catholic mission furnished the room and Father Joseph Ericson stood at the doorway and greeted the visitors. “It be good ta see yeh again, Sean Wiley. I see yeh be bringing another guest with you.”  The priest shook Sean’s hand and turned toward Victor.
 
"Fader, let me be introducing Victor Harris. He not be ready yet ta take the pledge, but I be finally getting him ta a meeting. Can yeh spare a few minutes after the meeting? I’m sure Victor be having some questions.”
 
“It’s me duty to spend time with me sheep.” Father Joseph shook Victor’s hand. “Yeh be having a good friend in Sean. He burns several candles for his friends before he leaves. It be good his prayers are paying off.” The priest turned toward Sean. “By special request of one of our donors, yeh will be sharing yer testimony with us. He’s interested in hearing it.”
 
“Tonight be for the sponsors. Yeh’ll be needing their donations. the movement be growing. If I can hep yer donations, I’ll be glad to give my testimony. Which donor be the one requesting it?”
 
“He and his sister want ta surpise yeh this evening. A fine strapping lad like yeh should be courting his sister.”
 
Sean paled, but quickly recovered. “Yeh be talking about Dr. Foster and his sister, Judith?”
 
“Aye, I trust yeh be acting surprised when they introduced and call yeh up ta join them.”
 
Sean glanced at Victor. “I know someone else who will be surprised, too. It’ll be me pleasure to tell about how Judith drove the divil away from me tormented soul.”  
*****
 
http://reformproject.wikispaces.com/Temperance+Movement+19th+Century+7
The Temperance Moment
 
http://reformproject.wikispaces.com/Temperance+Movement+of+the+19th+Century+(7)
More on the Temperance Moment
 
http://www.enotes.com/temperance-reference/temperance
History of the Temperance movement
 

Author Notes Imagery source: Google Images Protesters

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Short list of character in the order of appearance:
Judith Foster - Nurse, aged and hight not mention. Temporary relationship with Sean. Sister to Dr. Foster.
Doctor Foster Follower of Dr. Keeley in treating Alcoholism as a disease. (see url) Brother to Judith.
Victor Harris- Orderly. Appeared in "A Rough Beginning." He and the Sullivans have a history.

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she will be arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 7
c2-p 3-Sean's Testimony

By c_lucas


Chapter Two
Part Three
The Chicago Stock Yards
June, 1877
 
End of the last chapter:
 
The priest turned toward Sean. “By special request from one of our donors, yeh will be sharing yer testimony with us. He’s interested in hearing it.”
 
“Tonight be for the sponsors. Yeh’ll be needing their donations, the movement be growing. If I can hep yer donations, I’ll be glad ta give my testimony. Which donor be th' one requesting it?”
 
“He and his sister want ta surpise yeh this evening. A fine strapping lad like yeh should be courting his sister.”
 
Sean paled, but quickly recovered. “Yeh be talking about Dr. Foster and his sister, Judith?”
 
“Aye, I trust yeh be acting surprised when they introduced and call yeh up ta join them.”
 
Sean glanced at Victor. “I know someone else who'll be surprised, too. It’ll be me pleasure ta tell about how Judith drove th' divil away from me tormented soul.”  
*****
 
As Sean and Victor entered the converted sanctuary, Sean turned toward the improvised collection box. He showed Victor two new Silver Dollars before dropping them into the slit in the lid.
 
“You’re awful generous for a lowly yard man.” Victor shook his head. 
 
“Aye, it be me weekly tithe, plus a generous gift from yeh.”  Sean guided Victor to the last row and they took their seats.
 
“Have you testified before at these meetings?”
 
“This be my third testimony. I be always blessing th’ Angel who be showing me th’ errors of me ways. Now, I’ll be introducing her in me own way.” Sean chuckled. “Yeh may be recognizing part of me testimony tonight. It be totally new than anything I be saying before. Don’t be acting surprised.”
 
“What will you be saying?”
 
“You’ll soon be hearing. Father Joseph be starting th' meeting. Dr. Foster and his sister be on th' podium behind him.”
 
Father Joseph knocked on the wooden pulpit with the knuckles of his right hand. The room full of Temperance members quieted down and bowed their heads. The priest opened the meeting with a prayer:
 
"Jesus, Yeh be showing us th’ ways of Temperance;
Yer Life proves ta be a Model for self-restraint.
Yeh never be over-indulging in th’ temporal,
Always setting th’ Example for each of our lives.
Our bodies being th’ Temple of th’ Lord,
We must be treating it with on-going respect,
and avoiding th’ evils Lucifer placed in our ways.
In Yer wisdom, Yeh be showing how self-abuse destroys our holy Temple be it alcohol, drugs, or anything taken in excess.
Lord Jesus, bestow fortitude upon all of us,
Help our souls ta control our bodies.
With Yer guiding strength, we be practicing the Virtue of Temperance.
Lord, Yeh be th’ source of our vigour.
Through You, All things are possible.
Amen."
 
A chorus of ‘amens’ followed the ending of the prayer.
 
The priest looked out over the large group. “Tonight be Donors’ Night. It be my pleasure ta introduce Dr. Mathew Foster and his lovely sister, Judith.” A round of applause followed as Father Joseph beckoned his two guests to join him.
 
Doctor Foster raised his hand to quiet the greeting. “It is on the behalf of my sister and I that I thank you for your warm welcome.” He held his hand out toward Judith who stepped closer to him.  “As some of you know my sister and I are treating the evils of Alcoholism using Dr. Leeley’s method. I would like to invite our first success from using this treatment, Mr. Sean Wiley … Would you join us, please?”
 
Sean, keeping a poker face, eased passed the sitting Victor, and walked toward the podium. He shook Dr. Foster’s hand, hugged and kissed Judith on the cheek, sliding his lips almost to her lips before breaking contact.
 
Judith, a bit red faced, tried to back out of his embrace.
 
He turned toward the audience, ignoring the doctor and keeping his arm lightly around Judith. “This be th' Angel who succeeded in wrestling me soul from th’ divil and freeing me from th’ chains of his evil elixir.” Sean held the red-faced woman’s hand high and kissed her on the lips before he released her.
 
He stepped back and addressed Judith, “I am so excited about being freed from Lucifer’s grip, forgive me if my act is disrespectful. Yeh’ll always be me angel.”  He kissed her hand, released it, and turned toward the applauding audience.
 
Once freed from Sean’s maniacal grip, Judith stepped to the other side of her brother.
 
“How does it feel to be released from Lucifer’s Alcoholic Chains? … IT BE WONDERFUL! For th' first time in years, I be me own man." He turned toward the now sitting couple. “Thank yeh for giving me back my life and self-respect.” Applause rose from the audience. “What type of life be I having before I met this Angelic couple? Well I be telling you.” Sean stopped and looked out over the audience.
 
“Me friends, I be a hardworking man, proud of me life and meself. Like most young men having a good job, I started looking for a wife. Woe unto me, I be finding her.” Laughter ruffled through the audience.
 
“We be married in th' Church, six months after I met her. As many of yeh be knowing, th' first six months of marriage be Heaven on earth. I be coming home to a loving wife and a good meal. It surprised me th' first time she be taking off me work boots and dirty socks. She be washing and drying me feet as th' Master did on that fateful night. She stayed by me side until I finished me meal, then she took my hand … The rest best be left unsaid.” Sean waited for the laughter to die down.
 
“Th' next six months, she be showing her true colors. I not be making enough money … she be needing better clothes … I be needing to help around th' apartment. … Does that be sounding familiar ta you?” Agreement sounded from different listeners.
 
“Forgive me, I be a weak man an turned ta th’ Divil’s brew. My Heaven be turning into a fiery Hell. Her father and two brothers sought me out, not ta discuss our problems. They be beating me and leaving me in the gutter, telling me to go home. Two weeks later, they be beating me with sticks and threw me into a outhouse.” Sean waited for the murmurs to die down.
 
“My friends, that not be th’ worse thing th' divil be letting happen to me. No matter how drunk, bruised and battered, I couldn’t forget th’ first night with me angel.” Sean slipped his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his eyes—earlier he had placed pieces of diced onions in its fold. He stuttered as if fighting back tears. “Me friends, I be deep in th' divil’s grip when I went home, determined I be setting things right. When I be opening th' locked door, she be having a stranger in her bed.  A young cailin asleep on the couch. I be finding out me wife be her mudder and he, the fader.” Sean bit his lower lip to keep from grinning at the out roar of anger. He covered his eyes and squeezed onion juice into them. “God, forgive me! The divil filled me heart with anger and I threw the naked man down the stairs, then I gathered and threw his clothes after him. Th’ girl awakened and ran after her fader.” Some of the audience cheered, others clapped.
 
“Th’ Divil’s whore ripped me heart apart, but she caused me ta do what I should have done, long ago. I be taking me belt and disciplining her like th' Good Book said. I be driving th' Divil out of her.” Tears flowed from Sean eyes, as he forced a smile on his face.
 
 “To be truthful, I not be remembering what be happening next. I do be remembering her father and brothers waiting for me when I be leaving the outhouse. They be beating me with rods of iron, kicking me so hard me ribs be broken. I be remembering them hitting me as they dragged me through the muddy streets to the train yard and throwing me in th’ cattle car.” Sean wiped his eyes again and waited for the outrage to die down.  It looked as if he was trying to smile with tears freely flowing.
 
 “I be waking up in the presence of an Angel offering me a glass of water. Th' Divil still be having a hold on me, and I be lying to her, giving a false name. A few nights later, I be betraying Dr. Foster by stealing a bottle of his special-treated wine. I be thanking God that th’ good doctor caught me and revealed me evil ways to Judith. He threw me out of his group and right into th' loving arms of Jesus.” Sean opened his mouth as if to say more, but he couldn’t. He wiped his eyes and turned toward Judith and her brother. “Thank you for your be showing me th’ way back to Salvation.” Sean turned and ran off the stage, pushing helpful spectators aside.  Victor, looking surprised and shocked, ran after him, pleading for him to stop.
 
Sean slowed when he reached the train yard and stopped completely when he came to the cattle cars and turned. “Well, me Victor, be yeh thinking they bought me tale?” He started laughing.
************
http://www.teachushistory.org/second-great-awakening-age-reform/articles/historical-note-temperance-reform-early-19th-century
A history of alcoholism in the 19th century 

http://addiction-dirkh.blogspot.com/2011/09/strange-and-secret-keeley-cure-for.html
Dr. Keeley’s methods

http://www.catholicdoors.com/prayers/english/p00538.htm
The Catholic Door Ministry Prayer for Temperance

Author Notes Image is the lower half of Dr. Keeley's advertisement at the turn of the century.

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Short list of character in the order of appearance:
Judith Foster - Nurse, aged and hight not mention. Temporary relationship with Sean. Sister to Dr. Foster.
Doctor Foster Follower of Dr. Keeley in treating Alcoholism as a disease. (see url) Brother to Judith.
Victor Harris- Orderly. Appeared in "A Rough Beginning." He and the Sullivans have a history.

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she will be arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 8
c3-p1 Changing schools

By c_lucas













CHAPTER THREE
PART ONE
CITY OF NEW YORK
FIVE POINTS SLUMS
 
APRIL, 1877
 
Ending of Chapter one part four;

Ida looked at her mother. “Mammy, what should we be doing about our school? The Reverend-Mother and Sister Abigail won’t be forgiving me, nor Lila. They’ll probably be adding punishment ta Caitlin and Riley because we ran away.”
 
“We can teach our own and voice a complaint at the next school meeting. Me Cullen can express our feelings with the Bishop.”
 
Ragan spoke up, “I be having eight grades of studies. I'll be th' young one’s teacher.”
 
“I’ll help, too,” Shannon announced. “Me wee ones will be needing schooling, someday.”
 
 “Then it's settled. All we’ll need is space for our classroom. We can set apart part of th' infirmary,” Breanna announced.
 
“Can I come?” Lila asked and received unanimous approval.
 
“Brianna, I would like ta join yer group and study herbs,” Mrs. Doyle asked, and her request met with approval.
 
“Let the circle be broken and all work together in this single goal.” Breanna released the hands she was holding and crossed herself.
 
 “Now if me fader stays away, I’ll be happy.”

Kathleen agreed with her daughter, Caitlin.
**
 
May, 1877
 
Breanna looked at her husband, Cullen. “I be surprised yeh wanted to go tonight?”
 
“Our children be our future and it was worth it to watch the Reverend Mother and Sister Abigail’s reaction to the Bishop showing up and his condemnation to the degree of their corporal punishment.  He not be happy when I told him I be reducing our offerings to cover yer new school.”
 
“How much will yeh be withholding?”
 
“I be telling him I be withholding ten dollars per month per child. I be very sure, Father Paul and Reverend Mother Ruth has already felt his wrath. I don’t think Sister Abigail will be as quick with the belt.”
 
“Yeh not be promising our children will be returning to the Church’s School, did you?”
 
“Nay, but the Superintendent of New York’s School Society will have to approve yer School. I be telling him it be a school with grades one through seven. I be kissing the Blarney Stone when I be telling him yeh be teaching higher grades as the children progress.”
 
“Yeh be the Alderman and can persuade Sheriff Kelly …”
 
“No, me dear, I can’t. If I be trying, there’d be a new Alderman after the next election. Sheriff Kelly would not stand for any favoritism, or trickery. There be an empty flat on the second floor. Use it for your school. The Superintendent and Boss Kelly will be here next Friday. Yeh be having six days ta make sure yer School passes inspection. Arthur and Conor will be at yer disposal. They be making yer desks as we talk.”
 
“We not be having supplies, or books. Ragan Crawford be single and is the only one qualified to be a school teacher. Shannon is married to Conor and can only be an assistant. We have no male qualified to run the School.”
 
“You do now. I be talking with Wolfgang Johansen this afternoon. He will act as yer Principal and will teach any child eleven years of age, or older. He’d volunteered his services for six months. Then yeh will have to be having to find his replacement.”
 
“What about the Bird’s Nest. Who will run his shop?”
 
“He’d be opening it at ten in the morning.  Wolfgang be willing to open it at twelve-thirty. Ye be having his services from eight to eleven. His students can be going to his shop for their afternoon classes if they be needing his hep. Otherwise, they be having enough work ta keep busy here. I be relieving Liam of his afternoon duties, He be acting as Wolfgang’s assistant as well as improving his own education.”
 
“What about books and supplies?” Breanna was secretly overjoyed with her husband’s enthusiasm.
 
“I be mentioning it to yer Principal. He’ll be here in the morning to talk to yeh.”
 
 
Kathleen finished treating Caitlin’s cuts and bruises from her beating. “Me Pumpkin, why don’t yeh be bringing yer pencil and pad out to the table and we can work on yer math.”
 
“Me back be not as sore, mammy. Did Sister Abigail really apologize to you last night?” 
 
“The Reverend Mother and Sister Abigail apologized in front of the Bishop. He be a very unhappy man when he apologized to all the parents. Many are pulling their children out ta go ta Mrs. Sullivan’s school.”
 
“When will Mrs. Sullivan be opening her school, Mammy?”
 
“In a few days and classes will be from the First grade to the Seventh grade. Now, let me be hearing you say your ABC’s.”
 
 
Wolfgang Johansen, dressed in his only business suit knocked the dust from his hands, after he loaded the last case from his back room. Thirty minutes later, he was supervising the transfer from the back of his wagon to the second floor of the Kennedy’s Clinic.
 
He drove to the closest public livery several blocks away. After paying the twenty-five cents fee, he parked his wagon in the back and led his horse to a stall in the large structure.
 
After caring for his horse, the new Principal hastened back to the second floor above the clinic. Mrs. Sullivan and her daughter-in-law, Shannon, were busy unpacking the boxes he had delivered. Arthur and Conor busied themselves installing shelving on the entryway wall.
 
Ragan Crawford and Joleen Sullivan were busy writing the alphabet on what would be the front wall of the class room. They first penciled in the six-inch upper case letters, followed immediately by the three-inch lower case. Joleen painted each letter, using black paint.  He looked at the tables with cubicles on top. Some smaller individual desks were being arranged by Liam.
 
“Oh, this be beautiful,” Mrs. Sullivan commented as she and Shannon unboxed a thirty inch high globe of the world.
 
“I picked it up in India forty years ago. It has been decorating my office ever since.” Wolfgang pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and began cleaning the dust off of the wood frame.
 
“It be truly a beautiful work of art with the countries painted in different colors,” Breanna exclaimed.
 
Wolfgang reached into another box and retrieved a leather cylinder and several pieces of ornate framework. He used the teacher’s table to assemble a map of the United States. “The children may look, but I don’t want them touching the globe or this map. You husband has ordered some standard maps and smaller globes.  
 
Mr. Sullivan walked in with another man. “Breanna, me darhling, this be Mr. Roy Watkins. His crew will be building outdoor bathrooms with running water; one for the males and the other for the females.”
 
Breanna offered her hand and Mr. Watkins shook it. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”
 
“I be pleased to meet you, too.” After shaking hands, Breanna turned to her husband. “How did yeh be getting the landlord to agree to such an expense?”
 
“Do yeh not be remembering yer fader’s favorite saying?”
 
Breanna looked at him while pondering his question. “Cullen Sullivan, you didn’t?”
 
“'If yeh be wanting progress, you best be doing the job yourself!' We be landlords. You’ll be having yer own indoor bathroom as soon as they finish building the outdoor ones.”
 
“What about me apartment, Fader?” Conor asked.
 
“All the flats in this building will have running water and indoor bathrooms, if yeh be agreeing to a two dollar increase in yer rent. Three dollars as soon as they be having the gas lines in, yeh be having gas lighting. Mr. Watkins will be putting in a new boiler in the basement so we be having gas heating.”
 
“Yeh be doubling our rent,” Conor protested.
 
“Yeh be getting running water, an indoor bathroom and gas lighting, plus better heating. Yer wife’ll be having a job at seventy-five cents a week to hep the teacher.”
 
 
Caitlin and Kathleen stopped at the second floor landing. The young girl received a hug and kisses. “Yeh be running along me cailin and play with yer friends. I must be seeing where Mrs. Sullivan be needing me this morning.”
 
“Is it okay to be playing with Lila in the park? I be having some bread crumbs for th’ birds.”
 
“Yes, me Pumpkin, but don’t be drinking the water. Remember Heather’s last wire warning about it could be bad for yeh.”
 
“Okay, Mammy.” She grabbed the rail and walked down to the first landing. She stopped and turned; her mother was not in sight. Caitlin gripped her paper bag of bread crumbs, ran and jumped over the steps leading to the street. She ran all the way to the park. Lila was jumping rope with a group of children. When her turn was finished, she hurried toward Caitlin and returned hugs.
 
“I be having some bread crumbs. Do you want ta hep feed th’ birds?”
 
“Okay.”
 
They ran to one of the park benches and Caitlin opened her sack and offered it to Lila, who reached in and pulled out a handful of crumbs. Caitlin reached into the bag and pulled out a smaller handful. She threw a piece at a time toward the two cardinals, while Lila threw her handful, all at once, and reached for more. When the bag was empty, she handed the bag back to Caitlin and hurried over to the water fountain.
 
Caitlin folded the bag and put it in her pocket. She saw Lila about to take a drink. “What you be doing?” Caitlin hurried to Lila’s side.
 
“I’ll be getting me a drink of water. What does it be looking like I be doing?” She leaned over the spigot, but Caitlin pushed her away.
 
“Don’t drink that water. Aunt Heather said public water is bad water.”
 
“Yeh and yer Aunt Heather. This be fresh, clean water, not New York water. Me Fader said so.” Lila pushed Caitlin to the ground and took a long drink. “It be good water.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Taste it. Yeh’ll be seeing.” Lila grabbed Caitlin by the hair and twisted  her arm behind her back. Soon a crowd of children gathered around them. A tall boy turned the spigot on and helped Lila force Caitlin’s face into the water.
**
http://oneroomschoolhouse.edublogs.org/rules-for-the-teachers/
Nineteenth century schools and rules.
 
http://books.google.com/books?id=gqoAAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA1&source=gbs_toc_r&cad=4#v=onepage&q&f=false
History of the Public School Society of the city of New York
 
http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G2-2536601386.html
1850>1877 education overview
 
http://digital.library.pitt.edu/cgi-bin/t/text/text-idx?;c=nietz;tpl=browse.tpl
19th century text books

Author Notes Image source from Google Images

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your



Chapter 9
Chap 3 pt 2 Getting Approval

By c_lucas





CHAPTER THREE
PART TWO
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINTS SLUMS
 
APRIL, 1877
**
The ending of the last chapter:
 
“Yeh and yer Aunt Heather. This be fresh, clean water, not New York water. Me fader said so.” Lila pushed Caitlin to the ground and took a long drink. “It be good water.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Taste it. Yeh’ll be seeing.” Lila grabbed Caitlin by the hair and twisted her arm behind her back.

Soon a crowd of children gathered around them. A tall boy turned the spigot on high and helped Lila to force Caitlin’s face into the water.
**
Lila released her hold on Caitlin, but the boy held Caitlin’s face in the water. “Let her go. She be learning her lesson.”
 
“This little bitch kicked me where it hurt and I be planning on getting me revenge.”
 
Lila rushed him and knocked him away from Caitlin.
 
The boy turned his attention to Lila. “So, yeh be changing side, are yeh.” He pushed her. She lost her balance and fell. “Let’s be seeing how yeh be liking the water treatment.”
 
Caitlin was behind the boy when he bent over and reached for Lila’s hair to pull her up.  Caitlin kicked him between his legs three times as fast as she could.
 
He screamed, grabbed his crotch and rolled on the ground.
 
“Run, Lila!” Caitlin took off for her home with Lila right behind her. She looked back at the boy, who was still on the ground holding his crotch. She slowed down to let Lila to catch up with her. “Come to me building, he won’t dare follow us there.”
 
“Why did yeh be heping me after what I did?” Lila slowed, fighting for  breath.
 
“Friends be fighting each other. He had no right to interfere.”
 
“But I be holding yeh face in the water.”
 
“Yeh wouldn’t have for long. I would be breaking free of yeh when he interfered.”
 
“How could yeh’ve stopped me?  I be having yeh by the hair and yeh arm behind yer back.”
 
“And I be having yeh just where I wanted yeh. I be ready ta used me heels on yer shinbones and toes, when he grabbed me.”
 
They climbed the steps and went inside. Caitlin started climbing the stairs.
 
Lila stopped. “What are yeh going ta be telling yer mother?”
 
“The truth. Yeh be coming to me aid when the bully held me face in th’ water.”
 
“But yeh be lying because I be heping him.”
 
“It would be depending on where I be starting me story. If Mammy be by herself, she won’t say anything in front of yeh. She’ll be happy we still be friends.”
**
 
The two girls stopped on the second landing. The sound of hammering and talking drew their attention. Caitlin pressed against the wall and peeked into the room.
 
Mrs. Sullivan spied the girl and waved for her to come in.
 
“Uh oh! We be caught." Caitlin took Lila’s hand and pulled the girl into the room.
 
Mrs. Wiley looked at her daughter's wet clothing and hair. “What be happening to you, me pumpkin? Yeh both be looking like drowned puppies.”
 
“We be playing, Mammy.” Caitlin forced a smile. “I be winning the contest. I got wetter than Lila.”
 
Mrs. Sullivan walked over to the two girls. “Yeh both be looking awful nervous and yeh be holding Lila very tight. Yeh be sure yeh be playing?”
 
Caitlin released Lila’s hand. “Yes ma’am. We be using the park’s water. It be cleaner than our water.”
 
Conor walked in carrying more boards. “Is that why Timothy Flannigan be holding his privates and calling yeh names? He be running away when I crossed the street to find out what was going on. Me think, me cailin, yeh have learned Heather’s bad habits.”
 
“And I be knowing just when she be learning Heather's lessons.” Arthur laughed.
 
 Caitlin glanced at the laughing adults. “He be a sore loser. Timothy barely got wet. Can me friend and me hep?”
 
Breanna looked at Kathleen who shrugged her shoulders. “Why don’t you and Lila be helping by sweeping the floor and gathering up the trash.”
 
“Yeh be owing me an explanation before dinner time, me pumpkin.” Kathleen went back to emptying books from their cases.
 
Caitlin glanced at Lila and nodded to her mother. “Yes, Mammy.”
**
 
Liam and Wolfgang brought in more cases of books and supplies. The herbalist said his goodbyes and went to open his shop. Liam helped  unpack the cases and stored the contents under the guidance of his mother. The newly-built wall shelves began to be filled.
 
Before dinner time, the room had been turned into a classroom. Ragan and Shannon applied the finishing touches, by designating different tables as grade levels. Then they aligned the desks along one side of the wall with a newly curtained window, depicting baby animals of the world.
 
“We be finishing two days ahead of schedule. Sheriff Kelly and the superintendent will be here Friday. Tomorrow we will register the students and school will start on Monday.” Breanna smiled at her helpers. “Good job. I best get downstairs and see how the clinic is doing. Lila, yer mother is helping Mona in the clinic. Why don’t yeh come with me.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.” She followed Mrs. Sullivan slowly out of the room, casting glances at Caitlin.
 
Conor put his arms around Shannon. “We best be getting our kids and go home. Tomorrow will be a busy day.” He kissed her on the cheek. They waved goodbye to everyone and left. Soon Kathleen and Caitlin were the only ones left in the room.

Kathleen sat down at the third grade table and motioned for Caitlin to sit next to her. "Do you be having something you be wanting to tell me, me Pumpkin?"
**



May, 4, 1877
 
“Well, Mrs. Sullivan, It looks like you have a certified Early School. You have a Qualified Principal and Teacher, plus seventeen students of all ages. In that this is a family affair, you are set to go.”  The Superintendent nodded. “Thanks to your husband, the health needs will be met.” He shook hands with Breanna.
 
‘Sheriff’ John Kelly shook her hand also. “You have some fences that need to be mended. Cullen will receive my backing to settle things with the bishop.  
 
“I will be presenting this to the Board of Instruction, at our Monday morning meeting. I see no problem with getting their approval. Then your license will be up for review in three years.” The Superintendent nodded, settled his hat on his head and looked at John Kelly.
 
“Ask Cullen to come see me next Monday morning.”  The two men left.
 
Ragan, Shannon and Kathleen walked into the classroom.  “Do we be having a school?” Ragan asked.
 
“According to the Superintendent, it will be official by Monday afternoon.” The three women cheered Breanna’s announcement.
**

Kathleen and Breanna went downstairs to the clinic while Ragan and Shannon made plans for their first day of classes.  Mona, bandaging a young girl’s arm, looked at Breanna and Kathleen’s smiling faces as they entered the clinic.
 
“I be taking it that we be having a school?” Mona asked, as she finished her bandaging.
 
“That we do,” Breanna answered, eyeing the Mona’s handiwork.
 
“Is there anything I should be knowing about?”
 
“No ma’am. The three mothers-to-be came for their appointments. After I examined them, I be showing them th’ exercises Heather mentioned in her last wire. Then we be practicing them.” Mona kissed the little girl and released her.
 
 Joleen entered, leaving the door open. She exchanged hugs and kisses with her mother before sitting at the table. “The wee ones be doing fine. If yeh not be minding, I would like to help Ragan and Shannon get ready.”
 
“There’ll  be another class we can teach,” Kathleen said as she handed Joleen a cup of tea. “We can teach the cailins about babies before they start having their own.”
 
Breanna and Mona sat at the table. Kathleen set three cups of tea on the table before sitting down in front of the third.
 
“You be having a good idea, Kathleen. We can teach the cailins and they’ll be getting credit for their class.”
 
Mrs. Doyle, Lila’s mother, walked in followed by the two girls. “Top of the morning, ta yeh. These two be chasing a bully from the park.”
 
Kathleen looked at Lila and Caitlin. “Would that be Timothy Flannigan?” She looked at her daughter.
 
“Lila went to get a drink of water and Timothy be sneaking behind her and forcing her face into the fountain. I be getting behind him and giving him another lesson. He released Lila and grabbed me legs and pulled me down. Lila started to give him a lesson. She missed and he jumped up and ran off.”
 
“Pumpkin, you best be telling Mrs. Doyle, what yeh be telling me.” Kathleen took a sip of tea.
 
“Do I need to be getting me Mantle of Truth?” Breanna asked.
 
Lila’s face paled. Caitlin took her hand. “No ma’am, we be telling the truth, this time.”
**
 
http://oneroomschoolhouse.edublogs.org/artifacts/
Rules for teachers
 
http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=moa;idno=AAS2151
Education in the 19th century.
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Fran M. for the use of your image, "School Room."

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your


Chapter 10
c3-p3 Outbreak

By c_lucas













CHAPTER THREE
PART THREE
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINTS SLUMS
 
MAY, 1877
 
Ending of the last chapter:

Mrs. Doyle, Lila’s mother, walked in followed by the two girls. “Top of th’ morning, ta yeh. These two be chasing a bully from th’ park.”
 
Kathleen looked at Lila and Caitlin. “Would that be Timothy Flannigan?” She stared at her daughter, who nodded.
 
“Lila be getting a drink of water and Timothy be sneaking behind her. He be forcing her face into th’ fountain. I be getting behind him and giving him another lesson. He released Lila, grabbed me legs and threw me down. Lila started ta give him a lesson. She missed, but I be getting up and kicking his right leg. He ran off.”
 

 “Pumpkin, yeh best be telling Mrs. Doyle, what yeh be telling me.” Kathleen took a sip of tea.
 
“Do I need ta be getting me Mantle of Truth?” Breanna asked.
 
Lila’s face paled. Caitlin took her hand. “No ma’am, we be telling th’ truth, this time.”
******************************* 
Timothy Flannigan worked by the light of the midnight moon. He carried bucket after bucket of contaminated water and dumped them over the park’s water fountain.  “Now, that should pay back Lila and Caitlin for what they did ta me.”  He returned home, unseen and slipped into his bed. During the following week, the rains removed most of the contaminated waters. Three weeks later, Timothy Flannigan showed signs of having Cholera.
 
 
June 1877
 
Breanna Sullivan could not understand why five of her seventeen students, including Lila and Caitlin, were stricken with Chicken Pox and two with Cholera. That be seven students. She reread the letter from the Superintendent ordering her to close her school until the diseases had run their course.
 
I be closing th’ school and sending th’ children home. One of us must visit and tell th’ mudders how ta treat th’ two diseases.
 
Someone knocked softly on the clinic door. Mrs. Sullivan answered and welcomed Father Paul Slocum to enter.
 
“Please make yerself comfortable and let me get yeh a cuppa tay.”
 
“Thank you, but I have come seeking your help.”
 
Breanna poured a cup of tea and set it on the table for her guest. “Please be seated. Fader; How can I be of hep ta yeh?”
 
“You know a couple of weeks ago, we lost Timothy Flannigan to Cholera.  We know three cases, two girls and a boy have Cholera. The Sisters have quarantined them, but the Reverend Mother is worried they will not recover. There’s a total of twenty four children in our infirmary. We’re wondering if you will look at them.”
 
Breanna walked behind the stove where five lines of twine hung from the ceiling. She pulled the fourth and fifth line.
 
The priest watched her movements. Two small cowbells in a different area sounded a soft note.
 
Breanna turned toward the Father. “Wait a few minutes so yeh not be repeating yerself.”  She poured and placed two more cups of tea on the table across from where she was sitting. 
 
A single knock and Shannon Sullivan, Conor’s wife entered. “I be just about ta come down and pick up me babies. Joleen be a Godsend. Hello, Fader. It’s nice of yeh ta visit.”
 
The door leading to the children’s room opened and Kathleen Wiley entered. “I be making sure Caitlin be wearing her mask and staying away from th’ babies. Evening, Fader.” She nodded a silent greeting to Breanna.
 
“Before yeh tell us about yer problem, Fader.” Mrs. Sullivan waited for the two new arrivals to seat themselves on either side of her. “Would yeh lead us in prayer? Please pray that yer problems can be solved.”
 
Everyone sitting at the table, crossed themselves at the end of the prayer.  For the next forty-five minutes the priest talked about the children’s illnesses and the nun’s attempt to heal them. He answered each question as completely as possible.
 
 
“Yeh be having twenty-four children at th’ convent’s infirmary and most are not in quarantine?” Breanna asked.
 
“We have others being treated at their homes.” 
 
“Mrs. Wiley and me be getting together some supplies and will meet with the Reverend Mudder in about an hour.”
 
“Do you needing anything? I can help you carry whatever you need.”
 
“Nay, Fader, we will need yer assistance when we arrive.” 
 
 
The three women waited until the priest left before holding hands.
Breanna prayed using an old form of Latin mixed with modern words. “Brigit, yer healing powers be needed…
                            
                            Brigit, Mudder of Healers,

                             Goddess of light and fire.
            We be coming ta yeh seeking yer guidance.
      By yer radiance and light, yeh have healed many.
               We be asking for yer light and fire.
Our children and their parents be needing yer healing presence.
                Bless yeh, Daughter of Dagda.
       Yeh be guiding us down yer healing path.
      Blessed be Goddess of th’ Healing Flame.
                       We be thanking yeh.
 
The women continued to hold hands as a pink mist flowed over them and into their hearts. “Blessed be, thank yeh, Briget.”  Breanna withdrew her hands and the three women crossed themselves. They repeated “Hail Mary,” in union.
 
“We be taking th’ forty first book of me Heather’s notes and a large bottle of Epson Solution.” Breanna walked toward her daughter’s collection.
 
 
In the late afternoon, Breanna and Kathleen, wearing ankle-length, long sleeve dresses carried their few burdens. Breanna carried Mrs. Kennedy’s old healing carpetbag. Kathleen carried the notebook and a gallon bottle of Epsom water. “I be right sorry th’ powers ta be closed our school.”
 
“It’ll only be for a few weeks. Ragan, Shannon and Joleen be sterilizing th’ room and preparing for our school’s reopening.
 
“Our children be getting praised from th’ Superintendant for their good test scores.”
 
“Th’ credit goes ta Ragan and Wolfgang. They be working together ta keep our students’ attention. He be taking his sixth and seventh graders ta task. His lectures be funny, but his tests be hard. None of his students be wanting ta disappoint him.”
 
They walked along in silence for a few minutes. “Yeh be knowing th’ Reverend Mudder not be liking yer starting yer own school.”
 
“She and Fader Slocum not be liking th’ wrath of th’ bishop over them causing th’ lost of funds. Cullen be sending money straight ta th’ bishop. He not be letting Reverend Mudder Ruth or Fader Paul know about it. I believe th’ bishop not be mentioning it, either.”
 
“I be wondering why th’ good fader requested our hep.”
 
“Me Cullen be telling me, last week, Father Paul would be coming. Also, I be closing th’ school. He still be paying Shannon and Ragan their salaries. He even be giving Joleen fifty cents a week for handling th’ nursery and her drawings. He be having a grand portrait of hisself in his new office.”
 
“Aye, Joleen be blessed by God for her drawings and paintings. She be making a beautiful painting of me and my cailin.”
 
Soon, they walked around back of the church and knocked on Father Paul's office door. After a brief greeting, the three walked over to the convent.
 
Breanna walked in behind Father Paul, with Kathleen following.
 
“Thank you for coming. The infirmary is this way,” Mother Ruth started toward a door.
 
Breanna stood still. “I would like ta see yeh and yer nuns, first. Would yeh please gather them?”
 
The Reverend Mother looked at Father Paul who remained silent.
“Alright, I will get them for you.” She left.
 
“Father, yeh best be teaching forgiveness and repentance. Mudder Ruth not be forgiving me for starting me own school.”
 
“We had a bit of a disagreement about me asking you to come.”
 
Breanna glanced at Kathleen before turning her attention to the priest. “We’ll be stirring th’ pot when I be talking with all of yeh.”
 
The door opened and Mother Ruth entered with ten of her nuns.
 
“Be this everybody?” Breanna counted ten nuns when there should be twelve. Sister Abigail and another nun were missing.
 
“Yes, Sister Abigail and her friend, Sister Rachel, left the order. They were caught in a compromising situation and relieved of their vows.”
 
“I be wanting all of yeh ta stand in a line and hold out yer hands. Yeh, too, Fader.” Ignoring the hostile looks, Breanna studied each hand and made note of the clothing.  She frowned. “Haven’t any of yeh heard about germs?”
 
A mosquito landed on the back of Kathleen’s hand. She slapped at it and it flew away, leaving the tell-tell markings of a bite.
 
**
 
http://ocp.hul.harvard.edu/contagion/cholera.html
Cholera – Early forms of treatment.
http://historicaltidbits.blogspot.com/2010/03/chicken-pox.html
Chicken Pox
http://www.brigidsflame.com/brigid.html
Prayer of healing
 
 
 
 
 

Author Notes Image source is Google images

Evil Eddie voiced his opinion of my trying to center my prayer. I lost.

Brigid is the name the Catholic Church gave Brigit when they proclaim her a Saint. It increased the number of convert from the Celtic Belief System.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
Mudder = Mother
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your


Chapter 11
ch4 pt1 Sean's True Colors

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong sexual content.










Nineteenth Century Billy Clubs

End of Chapter Two
Part Three:
June, 1877 

(Sean’s ending testimony.)

“I be waking up in the presence of an Angel offering me a glass of water. Th' Divil still be having a hold on me, and I be lying to her, giving a false name. A few nights later, I be betraying Dr. Foster by stealing a bottle of his special-treated wine. I be thanking God that th’ good doctor caught me and revealed me evil ways to Judith. He threw me out of his group and right into th' loving arms of Jesus.” Sean opened his mouth as if to say more, but he couldn’t. He wiped his eyes and turned toward Judith and her brother. “Thank you for showing me th’ way back ta Salvation.” Sean turned and ran off the stage, pushing helpful spectators aside.  Victor, looking surprised and shocked, ran after him, pleading for him to stop.

Sean slowed when he reached the train yard, stopped completely when he came to the cattle cars and turned. “Well me Victor, be yeh thinking they bought me tale?” He started laughing.
**
CHAPTER FOUR
PART ONE
CHICAGO STOCK YARDS
 
JULY, 1877
 
Sean jingled the newly acquired gold coins in his pocket and retrieved a silver dollar and quarter.  The latter two he switched to the other front pocket. He stopped outside the door of his and Victor’s room.  Thirty minutes later, he heard the sound of the lock being released and hid in the nook by the third floor landing.
 
“You are worth every bit of the two dollars you charge,” Victor’s filtered comment caused Sean to smile.
 
Victor, me friend,  yeh be getting initiated into me new line of work.
 
“It’s a shame I have to charge you, I should be paying you,” her voice had a false sweetness to it.
 
The door closed and the woman freed a velvet purse from her garter belt. Sean watched as she put something into the purse and replaced it.
 
Stifling a laugh, Sean tightened his hold on his metal billy club and waited for the whore to get to the first step down. He slipped from his hiding place, covered her mouth and struck the startled woman behind her right ear. With practiced ease, he caught her falling purse as he lowered her to the floor.
 
“Ah, me darling, yeh be paying both of us, tonight,” he whispered in her ear. Soon Sean had her in a fireman carry over his shoulder and hurried to the room.
 
Three light taps and the door opened. “What the….”
 
“Close and lock the door,” Sean pushed past Victor and dumped his burden on his own bed.  “Empty the purse and take your things from it.”  Sean disrobed his brown haired victim, sliding the coin purse into his own pocket.
 
“How did you know….?”
 
Sean interrupted his friend. “Where I come from, these dolly mops stole more from their johns than they be earning.”  Sean used the woman’s undergarments to tie her spread-eagled on the bed.

“Now, Victor, me lad,” Sean began to undress, “check out her garments for hidden places. Do it behind yer curtain so I’ll be having a bit of privacy.” He removed his pants, careful to keep the coins soundless.
 
 
“I’ll be needing her clothes,” Sean said. Me Victor, thanks for being so patient.
 
Victor walked around the curtain just as Sean pulled up his pants. “This little thief was very busy.” He set several things on the small table. "Her skirt had several hidden pockets.”
 
“You be finding them all?” Sean slipped on his suspenders, then his shoes. He bent and tied the laces. “Divide the booty and find a hiding place in yer side of room for yer share.” He started freeing the woman.
 
“Don’t you want to check everything first?”
 
Sean stopped untying the woman’s foot. “If a man not be trusting his own roommate, who can he be trusting?” He stopped and pulled a small chest of drawers aside and pulled up a six-inch piece of the floorboard. “Place me part softly on top of th’ ceiling below us and replace everything.”
 
While Victor busied himself hiding his share, Sean untied the whore, but left the gag in place. “Here be th’ tricky part,” Sean said, as Victor came back on his side. “We be needing ta get her to the clean cattle cars heading for Kansas. 
 
“How do we do it without anybody seeing us?”
 
“First we need ta be getting her out of this house. I never be needing to take a whore from a house before. Put all her other clothes into the bag and don’t be leaving anything. Leave the bag with me. Be yeh as quiet as a mouse and check each floor.”
 
“Right, everyone should be sleeping,”
 
“Don’t yeh be forgetting the privies.”  Sean warned as Victor slipped from the room.
 
Sean waited until he heard Victor trying to be quiet on the stairs. When everything remained quiet, he put the whore over his shoulder and slipped the bag between their bodies. He quietly closed the door and hurried down the stairs, using the inner edge of the steps.
 
He saw Victor at the far end of the line of Privies and stood against the building as Victor hurried his way. “Take th’ whore.” Sean shifted the woman to Victor’s shoulder. “When I be raising her bloomers, stop. When I lower them, come quietly, but as fast as yeh can. We be going ta’ the clean cars.” Sean left with his arm raised at shoulder height; the bloomers tight in his fist.
 
As he expected, he found one of the yard men lying on the ground, sleeping off a drunk. Sean signaled to Victor with the bloomers in his left hand, withdrew his billy club and struck the drunk on the head.  He switched hands and wadded the garment in his fist.
 
Victor, looking both ways in the dark, hurried to him. “Is he dead?”
 
“I not be knowing, but he be quiet; much quieter than yeh. We be at the back of the dirty cars. One more guard be around here, somewhere.”  Sean started along the cars and stopped. He smiled. The second guard’s loud snoring revealed his location. Sean signaled Victor.
 
“Why haven’t you struck him?”

“I be waiting for yeh.”  Sean lifited the girl from Victor’s shoulder. She moaned and he set her on the ground. He handed the club to Victor and, using her hair, pulled her head to the left, exposing her right ear. “Hit her hard!”
 
In his panic state of mind, Victor struck the whore a near-fatal blow.
 
The sleeping guard awakened a bit disorientated coming from his deep sleep. “ What…going…on?”
 
“Hit him!” Sean ordered.
 
Victor brought the club down on the top of the guard’s head, killing him.
 
“Hurry.” Sean called at Victor.
 
The train started moving.  Victor came out of his daze and hurried after Sean, who dumped the whore into the open door and jumped in after her. Victor followed.
 
“We be having fifteen minutes to finish.” Sean ripped the dress off their victim and threw it in the corner. “Be yeh ever wanting ta get even with a woman by beating her?”
 
“I've dream about beating Heather Sullivan for what she did to me.”
 
“In yer mind, let the bitch be this Heather Sullivan. Get yer revenge. Yeh be having very few minutes, so beat and kick her hard.”
 
 
“Okay, the train is slowing. We best not be seen together, jump off and I’ll meet yeh at our room. I be leaving the room unlocked. See that it be unlocked when I get there.”
 
Sean waited until Victor jumped off the slowing train. He gave the unconscious whore several blows on the sensitive part of her head. “Thank yeh fer yer hep, me dahling. Yeh be me token.”  He emptied the bag of useless booty around her head. 
 
Sean pulled the bag over the dead whore’s head to her lips. He pulled out his six-inch folder and cut off her head. The last thing he did was set burden on the ground and sealed the car with Victor’s seals. Satisfied, he picked up his token bag.
 
On his way back to his rooming house, he found a long stick. Once he arrived at his rooming house, he went to the back and hid in the shadows. Using his feet, he searched for rocks. He placed the heavy ones in the bag, took a string out of his pocket and tied the bag closed.
 
 
He dropped the bag down the honey hole and pressed on it with the stick. Satisfied, he threw the stick far behind the privies. “Judith, me darling, I be wishing I could do the same to yeh , but I be having different plans for yeh and yer brother.”
****

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/856052/posts
19th century slang
 
 http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dollymop
An insult

Author Notes Image: Wikipedia, "19th Century Billy clubs."

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 12
4-2 From the Pan Into The Fire

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.






CHAPTER FOUR
PART  TWO
CHICAGO STOCK YARDS
 
JULY, 1877
 
End of CHAPTER FOUR, PART  TWO:
 
“Okay, the train is slowing; we best not be seen together, jump off and I’ll meet yeh at our room. I be leaving the room unlocked. See that it be unlocked when I get there.”
 
Sean waited until Victor jumped off the slowing train. He gave the unconscious whore several blows on the sensitive part of her head. “Thank yeh fer yer hep, me dahling. Yeh be me token.”  He emptied the bag of useless booty around her head. 
 
Sean pulled the bag over the dead whore’s head to her lips. He pulled out his six-inch folder knife, with a serrated blade, and cut off her head.  He set the bag on the ground and sealed the car with Victor’s seals. Satisfied, he picked up his token bag.
 
On his way back to his rooming house, he picked up a long stick. Once he arrived at his rooming house, he went to the back and hid in the shadows. Using his feet, he searched for rocks. He placed the heavy ones in the bag, took a string out of his pocket and tied the bag closed. 
 
He dropped the bag down the honey hole and pressed on it with the stick. Satisfied, he threw the stick far behind the privies. “Judith, me darling, I be wishing I could do the same to yeh , but I be having different plans for yeh and yer brother.”
**
 
The weeks went by and Victor, disturbed by his act, blamed it all on Sean. He made it a point not to be passed out drunk in the room when Sean was there. Sean never disturbed him. Dead whores and a few males appeared in various dark places; all killed with a knife.
 

Sean waited over an hour for Victor to stagger out of the saloon and make his way home. He felt the bag hanging from his belt and smiled. It had not taken him long to discover Victor’s hiding place, and filled it with damaging evidence, after removing the valuables. His roommate was none the wiser. 
 
 
Twenty minutes after Victor had climbed the back stairs, Sean, holding a special bottle of doctored whiskey, climbed the stairs. Victor was dead drunk and lying face down across his bed, fully clothed. 

Sean struck him on the head, turned Victor on to his back, and pinched his nose. When Victor opened his mouth, Sean poured the doctored whiskey in it and let him breathe a few times before repeating the process.  Me,  friend, you've become a threat to me. Yeh not being having the strength I believe yeh did.
 
After his victim had ingested half the bottle, Sean picked up the down-filled pillow and pressed it against Victor’s face.  In his condition Victor  offered no resistance. Several minutes later, Sean placed his hand against his roommate's nose and felt no air flow. Satisfied, Sean left, locking the door behind him. Good bye me friend.
 
Skulking , the Irishman hurried to the stable, without being seen. He saddled the horse he had purchased last month and led it out of the livery. He tied the horse to a rail behind a building several blocks  from his rooming house.
 
Sean kept to the shadows as he eased over to the small house rented by Dr. Foster and his sister, Judith.  He waited until he saw the lantern in the front room window and hurried to the door. He knocked hard and fast.
 
“Who is it?” A voice from inside asked.
 
“It’s Sean, something bad has happened ta Judith.” Sean held his billy club against his leg.  
 
The door opened. “What happened?” The doctor was in his red union suit, hair tussled from sleeping.
 
Sean struck as soon as the doctor's head appeared. He hit his victim with a lethal blow and pushed him back into the room. He dragged Foster back into the bedroom and wrestled him onto the bed and reached for the pillow. Sean worked the corpse back under the bed sheet and placed the pillow under his head. You be looking as if yeh be sleeping.
 
A few minutes later, a key rattled in the door and Sean hid behind the bedroom door, pinning himself to the wall. His view was limited to a sliver of light offered by the crack, when the door end touched the wall.
 
Judith turned and locked the door, leaving her key in it. She walked toward the bed room and looked down at her brother. “You’ve been working too hard, Mathew.”
 
Sean struck her behind the right ear with his club. He noticed a sheet divided the room. That must be Judith’s sleeping area. He threw her over his shoulder and went behind the sheet.
 
“Me darling, I wished yer hands be doing this.” He quickly undressed her and tied her spread-eagled on the bed using her under garments. For his perversed pleasure, he used her bloomers as a gag.
 
Sean stripped and mounted her. He patted her face and used the smelling salt, along side of a small bottle of Laudanum. It be time for yeh to wake up and enjoy the pleasure I be giving yeh.
 
Judith awakened.
 
“Morning, me darling, Judith.”
 
Judith bucked and tried to scream.
 
 
“This will never do, me love.” Sean grabbed the bottle of Laudanum and twisted the top off. He grabbed Judith's hair, forcing her head to be still while he emptied the content on her gag.
 
Judith held her breath to keep from swallowing the Laudanum.
 
Sean pinched her nose and struck her a light blow on her sternum, after he released his grip on her nose. She emptied her lungs and Sean pinched her nose before she could breathe in. Judith struggled to breathe through her mouth, swallowing the opiate.
 
She was unable to fight Sean as he pleasured himself. The second time she lay still. Frustrated, Sean got off of her and got dressed.

He started striking her body with his billy club. “I’ll be the first and last man you’ll ever have!”
 
Sean calmed down, but still breathed in strong gasps. “Yeh be just like me wife. Yeh rather act dead than ta please a man." He yanked the pillow from under her head and pressed it to her face. 
 
Several minutes later, he freed her of her gag and cut her free with his six-inch folder.  Smiling, he carried her over to her brother’s bed and dumped her on it. He worked her under the sheet into her brother's arm. In short time he slit their throats, straightened the sheet and searched for booty.
 
Before he left, Sean threw the burning lantern against the bedroom’s wall, shattering its burning contents over the bed. He hurried to the front door, unlocked it, relocking it on the outside.  He left before the alarm sounded.
 
“Fire! It’s Doctor Foster’s house. Fire!” The yell went up and down the street as men rushed to contain the blaze.
 
Sean hurried to his room. He threw the door key, freshly cleaned billy club and knife on the floor next to the bed. Lying on the floor, Sean worked his carpet bag out from under the bed and stuffed the bounty from the Foster’s home. The killer breathed easier when he placed a small American replica of the Bull Dog pistol in his pocket,  and a longer heavier billy club in his waist band. Sean left the twelve inch Bowie knife on top and closed the bag. The Irishman left, locking the door behind him. He retrieved his horse, used the saddle ties to hold the carpet bag and rode out of town without attracting any attention.
 
Sean was uncomfortable riding a horse. He noticed a campfire and rode to it. “Hello, the fire.” 
 
“Howdy stranger. Ride in easy like and keep your hands in sight.”
 
Sean couldn’t see the speaker. He held the reins and his free hand high and stopped a few feet from the fire. His stable horse whinnied nervously. “May I be getting down? I not be use to riding. Me butt and thighs be hurting me.” He noticed a shadow moving toward the left of him.
 
“What’s your handle?”
 
“I be Sean O’Brian and your name?”
 
“Tillman, Deputy United States Marshal Tillman.” He stepped into the clearing with a Colt forty-five pointing at Sean’s chest. “Your name was Sean Wiley at the Temperance meeting. You put on a very good show. How about explaining how Wiley became O’Brian?” The marshal cocked his weapon and kept it pointed at his visitor.
**********

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Bull_Dog_revolver
Hideaway pistol

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Ducilla for the use of your image, "Under the Milky Way.

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
Fader = Father
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 13
5-P1 Go West, Young Man

By c_lucas
















13CHAPTER FIVE
PART ONE
Go West Young Man

AUGUST, 1877
 
Last chapter:
 
Sean was uncomfortable riding a horse. He noticed a campfire and rode to it. “Hello, the fire.” 
 
“Howdy stranger. Ride in easy like and keep your hands in sight.”
 
Sean couldn’t see the speaker. He held the reins and his free hand high and stopped a few feet from the fire. His stable horse whinnied nervously. “May I be getting down? I not be used to riding. Me butt and thighs be hurting me.” He noticed a shadow moving toward the left of him.
 
“What’s your handle?”
 
“I be Sean O’Brian and your name?”
 
“Tillman, Deputy United States Marshal Tillman.” He stepped into the clearing with a Colt forty-five pointing at Sean’s chest. “Your name was Sean Wiley at the Temperance meeting. You put on a very good show. How about explaining how Wiley became O’Brian?” The marshal cocked his weapon and kept it pointed at his visitor.
**
 
Sean cursed himself for riding into the marshal’s camp. He kept his hand away from his pocket gun. “I be heading west ta start a new life.”
 
“Why don’t you dismount and tell me what’s wrong with your old life. Do it easy. I’d hate to shoot you accidental like. There’s too much paper work involved.”
 
“I’ll not be wanting to be shot accidental like. There would be too much of me blood involved…So yeh be at the Temperance meeting. Afterward, the good doctor be upset with me taking improprieties with his sister. He be talking of taking a horse whip to me if I came close to her. Judith not be minding me kisses. He be catching us in the broom closet and attacked me.”
 
“So you defended yourself and the doctor came out second; battered and bruised?”
 
“Me Judith said he would not stop until he has me hanged. I bought me a horse and made plans to meet her in Dodge City.”
 
“So you left the doctor beaten, but alive?”
 
“Aye. I be changing me name and plan to head for El Paso….”
 
“I thought you said Dodge City.”
 
“That’s what I be telling Judith, but I not be wanting her brother coming after me. I’ll be heading for El Paso instead.”
 
“Smart man,” Tillman said, drily. He holstered his gun. “Fix your feed bag and bed down by the fire. Use the tree over there for your pissing post.” He motioned with his head, never taking his eyes off the Irishman. “For your own good, don’t wander too far from the fire.”  

“I’m beginning to think yeh not be a trusting soul.” Sean glared at the marshal and mounted his horse. He used the dim light and mounting to hide pulling his pocket gun. “I’ll be riding on.” He kicked the horse's sides to get it into motion. “Be seeing yeh down th’ trail.”
 
“Get off that horse, or get shot off  it!”
 
Sean heard the marshal cock his pistol, but kept on riding. A shot sounded and a bullet whizzed by his head. “Yeh be a weak marshal if yeh get yer man by shooting him in th’ back.” He heard the marshal running toward him, turned, and emptied his pocket gun, hitting his target at point blank range.
 
The Irishman jumped off his horse, drew his billy club. He ran to the marshal’s body and struck the head several times. “Yeh be a stupid marshal ta put away yer gun.”
 
 
The next day, leading the marshal’s horse, Sean rode into a small Illinois hamlet and stopped at the Sheriff’s office. He tied both mounts to the hitching rail and was about to enter the building when a voice called out, “Where'd you get that horse?”
 
Sean turned and noticed a middle-aged man walking toward him. “I be looking for th’ sheriff.”
 
“I reckon you found him. Now, where'd you get that horse?”
 
“Yeh be recognizing it? I be bringing it ta yeh.”
 
“That horse belongs to a United States Deputy Marshal.”
 
“It be a mighty sturdy horse. I found it a few miles back in a thicket. Its reins be tangled up in a briar patch. I searched the area, but didn’t find anyone to lay claim to it.” Sean hid his uneasiness of the crowd of twelve and growing. “Yeh be saying it belongs ta a marshal?”
 
“That’s right.”
 
“Look at th’ off side. I’d say th’ marshal came to a no good ending. There be blood all over th’ horse and saddle.”
 
“I didn’t catch your name, stranger.”
 
“Casey O’Kelley.”
 
“What are you doing in these parts?”
 
Sean looked at the horse, then at the building, and settled on the sheriff. “I be turning these horses over to yeh and catching th’ train ta Dodge City.” A train whistle sounded. “That be me train.”
 
The sheriff ignored his comments and pointed at the horse, Sean had ridden. “This isn’t your horse?”
 
“Saints preserve. Me poke be stolen and the thieves aimed ta hang me. Someone started firing a gun and I not be inclined ta wait around. I be hiding from the murdering thieves for days. A farmer told me I could catch the Dodge train here. Then, I be finding the marshal’s horse.”
 
“Sounds like you have had your share of trouble.”
 
“Yeh’ve never met me Coleen. When she be finding out I lost me money, Hell’ll be me next home.”
 
“Maybe you could give me descriptions of the thieves. It sounds like Tillman may have ran across them.”

“I be having a bag over me head. I know the name of two of them, Sean and Victor. I not be able to say how many, but I be hearing several voices.”
 
“Maybe you could show us where you found the marshal’s horse.”
 
“Aye. Maybe we be running into them murdering thieves and I won’t be having to face me Coleen.”
 
“Go ahead and catch your train, Mr. O’Kelley…. If you had all your money stolen how are you going to pay for a ticket?”
 
“That be a good question, but I not be expecting yeh ta accept me answer.” Sean grabbed his carpetbag and ran toward the station.
 
 
 
Once he arrived in Wichita, Sean disappeared in the crowd and took a room at a rooming house under the name of Arthur Sullivan.
 
At a nearby gunsmith’s shop, he purchased a used Colt .45 with holster and belt, along with three boxes of cartridges.
 
“I can fix your right back pocket and you can carry a lighter gun in it.”
 
Sean went to the nearest store and bought a pair of Levis. He left his old pants with the gunsmith. When they were finished he changed pants in the back room and left his levis to be altered.
 
The next morning, he rented a horse from the livery and purchased a few supplies from a different store. He rode out of town wearing his newly renovated original pants.
 
During his second week in Kansas, Sean began hitting his targets with regularity. Well his third week, he had company.
 
“Not bad shooting,” A voice behind him surprised him.
 
Sean whirled around and had his pocket gun in his left hand. Four riders faced him. “Now, that ain’t being neighborly to throw down on someone who just complimented your shooting ability.  It’s damn stupid to do it with an empty forty-five.”
 
“Yeh best be checking me other hand.” Sean waved the American made Bull Dog.
 
“What that pea shooter? Six shots at twenty paces, you’d have to be very damn good to kill four men with that runt.”
 
“Would yeh be wanting ta gamble yer life on it?”
 
“Well, Bobby Lee, what do you think?” the speaker asked one of his henchmen.
 
One of the men shot a wad of tobacco juice out of his mouth. “Either y’all getting blind in your old age, John Westley, or y’all have a dose of never sees. That there forty-five may be empty, but so is his gunhand. Rolf, did you get a look-see before he turned around?”
 
“You mean the hideout that’s inches away from his right hand. It sure as hell didn’t look like no runt gun to me.” He turned toward Sean. “Why don’t you show it to us, slow and easy like. Nobody wants to be peppered by that peashooter, when you got a man-sized gun in your back pocket.”
 
 “I be sorry ta disappoint yeh, but th’ gun will stay in its holster until needed. It be only fair to tell yeh, it’s a .41 caliber, double action Colt. Yeh’ll be having ta pay the piper if yeh be wanting a demonstration.” Sean smiled and put away his pocket gun.  “Gentlemen, be yeh talking or dancing?” He held the forty-five in his left hand and casually loaded it with his right.
 
“Well, someone has to wipe that sneer off his face.” The fourth man turned his horse and dismounted on the off side. He smiled as he pointed his gun over the saddle at Sean. “You lose.” He cocked his gun.
 
A series of shots sounded as one and the gunman’s horse bolted a few feet. Sean stood facing the other three, holding the imitation Bull Dog. “It may be a pea shooter, but it be shooting deadly peas. There be two peas left.  If yeh be finished with yeh dance lessons, let’s talk.” He walked over and grabbed the reins of the dead man’s horse.
 

Author Notes Thank you, Taylortia, for the use of your image, "Reach Out."
The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 14
5-2 Homeward Bound

By c_lucas









14CHAPTER FIVE
PART TWO
HOMEWARD BOUND
 
SEPTEMBER, 1877
 
End of last chapter
 
A series of shots sounded as one and the gunman’s horse bolted a few feet. Sean stood facing the other three, holding the imitation Bull Dog. “It may be a pea shooter, but it be shooting deadly peas. There be two peas left.  If yeh be finished with yeh dance lessons, let’s talk.” He walked over and grabbed the reins of the dead man’s horse.
*************************************************************

  
Sean, posing as Arthur Sullivan, increased his funds riding with the Wesley Gang, robbing banks and trains.  The outlaws set up a cold camp (no fire) and divided the money from the latest bank robbery.
 
Sean lifted his share and frowned. “This be kind of light for a bank robbery.”
 
“Are you complaining, Sullivan?” John Wesley scowled at the newest member of the gang. He moved to the right side of his horse on the pretense of placing his larger share into his saddle bags.
 
Sean looked at the two other gunmen that made up the gang. “What did yeh be saying about th’ split, Bobby Lee?”
 
Lee glanced at Wesley before answering. “We each get twenty per cent and John Wesley gets forty per cent. He’s the leader.”
 
“That he be, but forty percent be a little high. I don’t be seeing him taking risks, and he never be making a plan for this job. We just be riding in and robbing th’ bank because it was there.” Sean stared at Robert Lee, but kept Wesley in his peripheral vision.
 
“Are you saying I’m cheating you, Sullivan?”
 
“Forty percent is twice what we get,” Rolf, the second gunman, commented.
 
Sean pretended to take his eyes off Wesley and turned toward Rolf. Instead, he completed the turn and shot Wesley between the eyes.
 
The two gunmen started to draw, but stopped when Sean gave them his full attention.
 
“Leave yer guns in their holsters; I have no fight with yeh,” Sean said, holstering his gun. Such was Sean’s understanding of the two men that he pointed at Wesley’s body. “Yeh two, take th’ money from his pockets and saddlebags and divide it three ways.” He walked to his saddled horse.
 
The two gunmen stared at his back turned, and followed his instructions. They busied themselves robbing the dead, cleaning out Wesley’s saddlebags and didn't pay attention to Sean.
 
The Irishman turned and saw them looking at a folded paper Bobby Lee held in his hands. Sean mounted and rode toward his partners as Lee refolded the paper and crammed it into his pocket.
 
“I be riding off and checking to see if anyone is around. I’ll get me share when I be returning.”
 
“It’ll be waiting for you, Mr. Sullivan.” Bobby Lee pulled the saddlebags off the horse and emptied them on the ground.
 
“Yes, sir, it’ll be waiting on you,” Rolf added and returned to checking Wesley’s pockets.
 
Sean smiled and rode off. When he was out of their sight, he rode in a circle, coming behind the gunmen.  The Irishman dismounted about a hundred yards behind them and snuck up on them. Soon he was within hearing distance. He hid in the tall grass and watched as the two gunmen divided the stolen money into three stacks.
 
Rolf stood, dusted off his pants’ legs. “He’s been gone for a long time. Let me have a look at that wanted poster, again.”
 
“Are you planning on cashing it in?” Bobby Lee shook his head. He handed the folded paper to Rolf.
 
“Two thousand dollars for a man named Sean Wiley. There’s no picture, but the description fits Sullivan.”
 
“It fits me, too,” Lee commented. “Are you game enough to go against his gun?”
 
“What do you mean?”
 
“Two men have drawn guns against him; both are dead.”
 
“You’re right. We’ll have to catch him off guard.”
 
“Which will never happen. He’s the best with a gun I’ve ever seen.”
 
Sean eased back to his horse and led it away.  When he was out of sight of the gunmen, he mounted and rode back to original tracks.
Rolf and Bobby Lee watched as he rode into camp.
 
“Have yeh divided th’ money?” Sean asked in a nonchalant manner.
 
“Each stack has the coins on top of the paper.” Rolf nodded toward the three stacks on the ground by the body.
 
“Why don’t yeh two pick up your pile, then I’ll take the one left over.” Sean waved at the three piles and remained mounted. He watched the two nervously pick up their share, his hands rested on the saddle horn, covering the small pistol behind his belt buckle.
 
After they picked up their share, Sean rode over to the other horses, and began to unsaddle his horse. He had both hands on his saddle and his back toward his two partners.
 
“Now!” Rolf shouted.
 
Sean dropped the saddle and twisted toward the sound of Rolf’s voice, the small pistol in his hand.
 
Rolf had his gun out of its holster when Sean shot him twice in the chest.  The gunman fired one wild shot, killing Sean’s horse with a head shot.
 
The Irishman spotted Bobby Lee, who stood still with his hands in the air. Sean fired once and struck his remaining partner in the bridge of the nose, killing him. The .40 caliber bullet destroyed Lee’s face and left a large exit wound in the back of the dead man’s head.
 
“Yeh never be knowing who to trust,” Sean muttered to himself. He picked up his share and relieved the dead of theirs. He found the folded paper in Bobby Lee’s shirt pocket; it was a reward poster offering $2,000 for Sean Wiley: Dead or Alive. There was only a description without an image. Sean refolded it and put it back into Lee’s shirt pocket. Sean Wiley yeh not be making a very pretty corpse, but a corpse yeh be.
 
 
A few days later, Sean rode into a settlement with two decaying bodies tied across saddled horses. He stopped at the Livery, untied the bodies and dumped them on the ground.
 
An old man, carrying a pitchfork, walked toward him. “What can I do for you, young fellow?”
 
“A citizen be telling me that yeh handle th’ burying. I’d be obliged if you could wait for th’ Sheriff.” Sean went to the horse trough, primed the pump. He took off his hat and pumped water over his head, then filled four canteens.
 
“Lester! Get your butt out here.”
 
A boy in his late teens ran out of the barn. “Yes sir, Mr. H. I’m here.”
 
“Go get the sheriff and be fast about it.”
 
Sean noticed the boy wasn’t too bright. He walked toward the old man staring at the bodies.

“Two head shots. Mighty fine shooting.” He turned and looked at Sean. “You picked the right town to bring John Wesley’s body home. Who’s the other jasper?”
 
“You know John Wesley?” Sean covered the shock of the liveryman identifying one of the corpses.
 
“A man should know his sister’s oldest son.” He turned and spit on the body. “He broke his mother’s heart when he took the out hoot’s trail.” He glared at Sean. “I asked the name of the other bastard.”
 
“I’ll be telling yeh after th’ sheriff gets here. No need in telling a tale twice.” He smiled at the old man. 

The boy used hand gestures, talking fast as he and a heavy-set man walked toward Sean. “Howdy Harvey,” the large man greeted the Liveryman, who waved a greeting back.
 
"Yeh might be interested in these." Sean handed the two wanted posters to the newcomer.
 
“What’s your name?”
 
“Cullen O’Brian. I be finding those papers in Wesley’s pocket.”
 
“Did you do the shooting?”
 
“I be hearing shots and rode in their direction. I not be finding anybody alive.”
 
“The six hundred dollars bounty, I can pay you that.  This two thousand is a different matter.”
 
“I not be wanting th’ money. I need to be meeting me wife in New Orleans. The liveryman told me Wesley’s mother will be heartbroken. I not be earning th' bounty, so give it all ta her.”
 
“That’s mighty generous of you, stranger.” The sheriff and the liveryman exchanged glances.
 
“Me wife and I be coming to New Orleans to visit her sister, Heather. I be riding out west with my brother-in-law. It be quite an adventure, but I be missing me Ireland. Me brother be wiring me ta come home.”
 
“What are you going to do with the extra horses?”
 
“Those two aren’t mine ta sell.”
 
The Liveryman nodded. “Since you have been kind to my sister, I’ll give you twenty dollars for all three.”
 
“I’ll not be wanting to sell me horse. I'll be needing it.”
 
“The train station is only twenty miles away. Lester can ride with you and bring the horse back.”
 
“If Lester shows me th’ way, I'll be willing to sell me horse for thirty dollars and leave th’ other two horses for yer sister.”
 
 
The next day, Sean and Lester made it to the train station before noon. “I’d sure like to see New Orleans, Mr. O, but I best be getting back.”
 
“Lester, yeh have th’ makings of a traveling man. Why don’t yeh come ta New Orleans with me?”
 
“I need to get back home, Mr. O. I ain’t never been away from home.”
 
“Let’s be getting some lunch and talk about it. Yeh can trust me, I’ll see that yeh be getting home after our trip.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tallgrass_prairie


Author Notes Image source is from Google Images

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
Divil = Devil
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 15
Chp 6-pt 1 - An Orphan's Birth

By c_lucas








CHAPTER SIX
PART ONE

JUNE 1877

Ending of Chapter three, part three. 

“Father, yeh best be teaching forgiveness and repentance. Mudder Ruth not be forgiving me for starting me own school.” (Breanna's speaking)
 
“We had a bit of a disagreement about me asking you to come.”
 
Breanna glanced at Kathleen before turning her attention to the priest. “We’ll be stirring th’ pot when I be talking with all of yeh.”
 
The door opened and Mother Ruth entered with ten of her nuns.
 
“Be this everybody?” Breanna counted ten nuns when there should be twelve. Sister Abigail and another nun were missing.
 
“Yes, Sister Abigail and her friend, Sister Rachel, left the order. They were caught in a compromising situation and relieved of their vows.”
 
“I be wanting all of yeh ta stand in a line and hold out yer hands. Yeh, too, Fader.” Ignoring the hostile looks, Breanna studied each hand and made note of the clothing.  She frowned. “Haven’t any of yeh heard about germs?”
 
A mosquito landed on the back of Kathleen’s hand. She slapped at it and it flew away, leaving the tell-tale markings of a bite.
**

0CTOBER, 1877
 
Caitlin looked up from her math and smiled when Mrs. Sullivan entered the classroom followed by two men.
 
“May I be interrupting  your class, Miss Ragan?”
 
“Yes, ma’am. You and your guests are more than welcome.” Ragan Crawford sat at the teachers' desk she shared with Mr. Wolfgang Johansen and Helper Shannon Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan’s daughter-in-law.
 
Breanna Sullivan, the founder of the one-room elementary & junior high school, walked to the front of the classroom. “Good morning, class.”
 
“GOOD MORNING, MRS. SULLIVAN.” The students returned her greeting. They all laid aside their work and stole glances at the two men, before giving their attention to Breanna.
 
“We are honored to have with us, Assistant Public School Superintendent Randall and “Sheriff” Kelley of Tammany Hall.”  Breanna pointed to each man.
 
Miss Ragan brought her hands together and mimed clapping. The students applauded.
 
Mrs. Sullivan motioned for the two teachers to stand by her side. “Our classes were interrupted by the Cholera illness at the end of our first school year. Mr. Randall is in charge of a committee which studied your test grades since your return.  He will call out the names of those students whom the committee has decided to advance a grade. Sheriff Kelley has the diplomas for those who have advanced a grade, or more.” 
 
Caitlin jumped from first grade to third grade; Lila advanced to second grade.
 
When school was dismissed, Caitlin hurried upstairs to show her mother the diploma.
 
Mrs. Wiley lay on her bed with wet cloth over her forehead and a mask tied over her lower face. She motioned for Caitlin to stop. “Put yer mask on, Pumpkin. Th’ fever has returned.”
 
Caitlin laid her diploma and books on the stand by the door, took her mask off the hook and tied it over her nose and lips. “Do yeh be needing anything, Mammy?” She walked to her mother’s side, but did not touch her.
 
Kathleen forced a smile when the child stopped. She tried to hide her shaking. “Fetch Mrs. Sullivan and tell her me fever has returned. Be careful walking down th’ stairs.”
 
The nine-year-old child hurried to the door. She left her mask on its hook and held her breath until she started down the stairs to Mrs. Sullivan’s clinic. “Good morning, ma’am. Me mammy is sick.”
 
“What be her symptoms, cailin?” She took a sip of tea and waited for Caitlin to answer.
 
“It’s that mean old fever that won’t leave her alone. She quivering and quaking, it’s not even cold outside,” Caitlin added, shifting from one foot to the other. She watched as Mrs. Sullivan picked up several small packets and put them in Mrs. Kennedy's old carpetbag.
 
“Yeh be thinking it’s th’ fever that keeps returning ta her?” She picked up the carpet bag.
 
“Yes, ma’am.”
 
"I be ready cailin. Let’s go see how we can hep yer mammy.”
 
The nervous girl hurried and opened the door for Mrs. Sullivan. “Mammy isn’t going to die, is she?”
 
“No, cailin, if it be th’ same old fever, she’ll be over it in a few days. I can tell yeh more, after I be having a look at her.” She turned toward Mrs. Crawford. “I’ll be in Kathleen’s flat. Ring th’ bell if yeh be needing me.”
 
As they passed the second floor classroom, Shannon exited and looked at Breanna. “What be th’ problem?”

“Kathleen has th’ fever, again.”
 
“It’s been weeks since she be bitten by th’ mosquito…”
 
Breanna interrupted her daughter-in-law. “Would you be checking on th’ nursery and let Joleen have some free time?”
 
“I’ll be taking care of it.” Shannon started walking down the stairs.
 
 Mrs. Sullivan started up the stairs and stopped Caitlin once they were at the girl’s flat. She adjusted and tied a mask over her head. “Here, cailin, I best be tying a fresh mask over yer face. Do yeh be knowing why?”
 
Caitlin turned her back to the woman. “So I won’t be getting any of mother’s germs.” She adjusted the mask Mrs. Sullivan tied on her.
 
“Very good, cailin. Now, I want yeh to be making a cup of Rosemary tay for your mammy while I be examining her.” She handed Caitlin one of the packets she had added to the old medical bag.
**
 
Later that night, Caitlin tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep with the mask over her face. She awakened when she started her dream about the evil man  chasing her. She thought she heard a floorboard creak. That must be mammy getting up to use the pot. She turned over and attempted to go back to sleep.
**
 
Sean stopped when his weight caused a floorboard to creak. He waited for a couple of minutes before going toward Kathleen. Why does she be having a mask over her face? He stood, watching his wife breathe, before he placed his hand on her forehead. She be having a fever. He reached over,  grabbed the other pillow and pressed it down on Kathleen’s face. Several minutes later, he removed the pillow and placed it on his side of the bed.  He straightened Kathleen’s body, erasing all signs of a struggle.
 
A movement on another bed caused Sean to stand still. He identified the sound and moved toward it. A creaking floor board caused him to stop. The killer reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a bottle of laudanum, and unscrewed the cap. He eased toward the second bed, watching the child for any movement.  Sean pounced, pinching her nose and forcing the liquid painkiller into the girl’s mouth.
 
Sean  continued to pinch her nose and cover her mouth to keep her from screaming. Caitlin began to breathe softly through her mouth. Sean pinched her arm and smiled when she didn’t respond.
 
In the dim light, Sean noticed a child’s dress and undergarments lying on top of a small chest. I need to get out of here before someone comes to check on Kathleen. He ripped off the girl’s face mask and wadded it in with her clothes. After wrapping the girl and the clothing in a bed sheet, he picked her up and headed for the door. The killer walked down the stairs, placing his feet on the supporting edge to keep the boards from squeaking and made good his escape.
**
 
Sean carried the sleeping girl down side streets as he made his way to a different part of the city. He smiled when he thought of Sullivan and his two sons. I be settling the score in a few days. He entered the Red Light District and stopped at his destination.
 
A heavy-built man answered his knock at the backdoor and allowed Sean to enter. He motioned for Sean to wait in the kitchen and left.
 
A few minutes later, the brothel’s madam entered the kitchen alone.
 
Sean laid his burden on the table and unwrapped the sheet. “I be bringing yeh a fresh one.”
**
http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G2-2536601386.html
New Yorkpublic school system

Note: Tying up some loose ends. My next posting may be delayed.

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "The Forgotten."

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
cailin - Irish for Girl
Divil = Devil
hep=help
ta=to
tay - tea
yeh=you
yer=your

Story Line:

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 16
Chapter six-part two

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.








CHAPTER SIX-PART TWO
NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINTS IRISH SLUMS
 
OCTOBER 1877
 
Ending of the last chapter:
 

Sean carried the sleeping girl down side streets as he made his way to a different part of the city. He smiled when he thought of Sullivan and his two sons. I be settling the score in a few days. He entered the Red Light District and stopped at his destination.
 
A heavy-built man answered his knock at the backdoor and allowed Sean to enter. He motioned for Sean to wait in the kitchen and left.
 
A few minutes later, the brothel’s madam entered the kitchen, followed by the heavy-built man.
 
Sean laid his burden on the table and unwrapped the sheet. “I be bringing yeh a fresh one.”
******************************** 
The madam felt Caitlin’s body all over. “Two dollars is all I’ll pay.”
 
“Now, Lily, we be good friends and I be having some urgent business ta attend ta. Instead of fifty bucks, I’ll sell her for forty bucks.”
 
“Show him out the back door. Sam. And make sure he doesn’t get back in.” Lily left the room.
 
“Wrap her up and git!” Sam flexed his muscles.

Sean wrapped Caitlin in the sheet and headed toward the door. He walked toward the steps and Sam pushed him. Sean threw Caitlin to the ground and turned on Sam, stabbing him in the stomach with his Bowie-type knife.
 
“Yeh not be pushing me around anymore, yeh bastard.” Sean slit Sam’s throat. He kicked and searched the body, helping himself to the weapons and monies. Then he looked for a place to hide his handiwork. The killer spotted a marked can of kerosene  on the back porch and a stack of wood against the building.
 
Sean ignored the girl on the ground. He carried several armloads of wood and covered the body. He emptied the kerosene can on the newly placed firewood, porch, kitchen door and the diminished stack.  The killer took out a box of Lucifers and lit the stack on the body. 
 
He watched with glee as the fire spread. He turned toward Caitlin, but the sheet was gone. The fire showed a glimpse of white moving down the alleyway. He started to give chase, but stopped and changed direction when he heard someone yell, “Fire!”
**
 
Catlin looked back in time to see the man run in a different direction. The back of the building was ablaze. She used the light to unravel the sheet around her, revealing her clothes, then she dropped the sheet. Soon the young girl was fully dressed, minus her shoes. She ripped off her socks, gathered the sheet and hurried away. I'll be needing shoes before I can wear me socks. 
 
When she became cold, Caitlin folded the sheet into a shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders. She found shelter in a doorway and shivered throughout the night.
 

“Get away from here, you filthy little urchin!”  The shopkeeper kicked her out of his doorway.
 
Caitlin stood and hurried away.
 
“Don’t come back!” Caitlin started running. She spotted a group of boys headed her way. The girl crossed the streets and ran down an alley.  Halfway down, she stopped in front of two boxes of old shoes. She forgot about the boys and began looking through the shoes.
 
It didn’t take her long to find a near fit. Caitlin pulled her socks out of her pocket. In a few minutes she was wearing a loose pair of high tops shoes.
 
“What do we have here, boys? Someone’s trying to steal our shoes.”
 
The sound of a male voice startled her. Three young teenage boys stood in front of her. She turned to run just as four boys entered the other end of the alley. “I needed a pair, so I helped myself.” She spoke slowly and clearly, masking her Irish accent.
 
“You’re stealing them from me and my gang. You owe us fifty cents.  Pay up, or we’ll take it out of your hide.” He took a step toward her, but Caitlin stood her ground.
 
“Will I have to fight all seven of you, or are you brave enough to fight me alone?” Caitlin noticed a group of girls behind the three boys. They watched silently.
 
“You dare sass me?” The pox face leader closed his hands into fists and hurried toward Caitlin.
 
She kicked him in the left knee, forcing him to fall. She took advantage of her luck and began kicking him in the groin until he curled up into a fetal position.
 
Strong hands pulled her away and threw her against the building’s stone wall.
 
 Caitlin pushed off, and turned on her assailant, clawed at his eyes. When he raised his hands to protect his face, she kicked at his right knee displacing the knee bone and the second boy fell. Once again, she aimed her booted toes toward her new assailant’s groin.
 
A third boy joined the fiasco. He drove his fist into Caitlin’s back, sending her to her knees. He was about to kick her when the girls came to her aid. One was carrying a short stick and she struck the new boy on the back of his head, drawing his attention from Caitlin.
 
Then everyone joined in. Most of the newcomers had rocks and sticks. Caitlin paid attention to kicking her third attacker. A shrill whistle sounded repeatedly. Everyone who was able ran as fast as they could.
 
A brown-haired girl grabbed Caitlin. “Com’on, the bacon will be here to fry our butts.” The girls ran down the alley and turned left when they saw a police officer coming from their right.  Caitlin began slowing.

“Com’on girl, keep running.” The girls ran for several blocks.
 
“Stop! I can’t run anymore.” Caitlin pulled her arm free and leaned against the wall. She bent over, grabbing her knees, gasping for breath.
 
“Let’s get off this street. The paddy wagon could show up any time,” her new friend pulled Caitlin's arm over her shoulder, half-carried her to an alley and stopped behind a pile of garbage.
 
The girl held Caitlin up as they both gasped for breath. “You be a mite small to take on the Wreckers by yourself.”
 
“I be having a good teacher.” Caitlin wheezed out between breathing.
 
“And who might that be?” The girl had control of her breathing.
 
“Yeh not be knowing her. She moved to another city.” Caitlin stood and offered her hand.
 
The new girl reached out and shook it. “I’m Liz and am known as 'Pack Rat'.”
 
Caitlin smiled at her and tried to get her Irish accent under control. “Nice to meet you, 'PR'." She hugged Liz tightly and released her. "I’m Caitlin. Caitlin W…”
 
“Don’t tell me your last name. If I don’t know it, the bacon can’t get it from me. I’ll call you Badger.”
 
“Badger it is then. Is bacon the police?”
 
Liz started walking toward the other end of the alley. “Yeah, coppers!” She stopped and waited for Caitlin to catch up. “You’re Irish, aren’t you?”
 
“I be born Irish and be under the protection of me nanny, Mrs. Kennedy and me Aunt Heather.”
 
“Lose the Irish accent and don’t give out any information. If nobody knows anything about you, they can't turn you in.” Liz looked at the small girl. “We’ll go to my gang’s hideout.”
 
“But I want to be going home. My mother is sick and needs my care.”
 
“How did you get down here?”
 
“A mean man stole me and brought me down here. He wanted to sell me for $40 dollars, but the fancy dress woman threw him out. I got away when he started the fire.”
 
“You’re speaking much better. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t know you were Irish.”
 
“What’s wrong with being Irish?”
 
“You’ll see when we get to the hideout.”
 
Caitlin kept searching for a familiar landmark, but failed to find one. The streets were busier than the street by her flat.  She stopped when Liz grabbed her arm.
 
“We’re here. Follow me and keep control of your Irish accent.” Liz led her down a trash-filled alleyway, knocked on a nondescript door, and went inside.
 
Caitlin recognized a couple of girls who had helped her in her fight.
 
“Who do yeh be bringing in here, Pack Rat?” A tall, heavy-built girl, smoking a cigarette, walked toward them.
 
“That’s her, Scorpion. She kicked the stuffing out of three Wreckers, including Pox Face.” One of the two girls exclaimed.
 
Scorpion tried to sized up Caitlin. “Yeh be mighty small to beat up three Wreckers. Pox Face is twice your size.”
 
“He tried to bully me.”
 
“What’s yer name?”
 
“Pack Rat calls me Badger.” Caitlin stepped away from her new found friend.
 
“Blimey! Yeh be a sassy one. Where did yeh learn to fight?”
 
Caitlin faced the big girl. “Fighting bullies.”
 
“What is yer real name?”
 
“Jo.”
 
Scorpion wiggled her fingers, wanting Caitlin to continue.
 
“Whatever name you want to call me.”
 
Scorpion stared at Caitlin, who stood and stared up at the big girl.
 
“Maybe I should try bullying yeh.” She grinned.
 
“I would prefer you not try. Let’s be friends.” Caitlin held out her hand.
 
Scorpion backhanded the small girl, knocking her off her feet.
 
 
http://www.lackuna.com/2012/04/17/american-slang-from-the-early-19th-century/
19th century slang
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

The Proglogue is a list of characters and chapters' URLs.

Abbreviated list of dialect:
cailin - Irish for Girl
Divil = Devil
hep=help
ta=to
yeh=you
yer=your

This will be the story of Caitlin Anna Wiley. Her name will change to Jo Wiley when, as an orphan, she is arrested for stealing an apple, valued at two cents.


Chapter 17
Chapter Six-Part 3, Street Living

By c_lucas








CHAPTER SIX-PART THREE
NEW YORK CITY
OCTOBER, 1877
 
Ending of the last chapter: “We’re here. Follow me and keep control of your Irish accent.” Liz led her down a trash-filled alleyway, knocked on a nondescript door, and went inside.
 
Caitlin recognized a couple of girls who helped her in the fight.
 
“Who do you have with you, Pack Rat?” A tall, heavy-built girl, smoking a cigarette, walked toward them.
 
“That’s her, Scorpion. She kicked the stuffing out of three Wreckers, including Pox Face,” one of the two girls exclaimed.
 
Scorpion sized up Caitlin. “You're mighty small to beat up three Wreckers. Pox Face is twice your size.”
 
“He tried to bully me.”
 
“What’s yer name?”
 
“Pack Rat calls me Badger.” Caitlin stepped away from her new friend and moved in front of Scorpion.
 
“Blimey!  You’re a sassy one. Where did you learn to fight?”
 
Caitlin faced the big girl. “Fighting bullies.”
 
“What’s your real name?”
 
“Jo.”
 
Scorpion wiggled her fingers, wanting Caitlin to continue.
 
“Whatever name you want to call me.”
 
Scorpion stared at Caitlin, who stood firm, and stared up at the big girl.
 
“Maybe I should try bullying you.” She smirked.
 
“I would prefer yeh not ta try. Let’s be friends.” Caitlin held out her hand.
 
The leader backhanded the small girl, knocking her off her feet.
**
 
The blow bowled Caitlin over into a dark corner and she landed on her stomach, and a hard object. She eased her hand under her, and felt a short piece of pipe with an elbow joint on the end.
 
“Why did you do that for? She said she wanted to be friends.” Liz took a step toward Scorpion.
 
“Do you want to join the bloody bitch, Pack Rat? Can’t you see her hair has been cared for and her face been wash? She doesn’t have the look of one living in the street. The bloody bitch could be a spy!” Scorpion turned toward Liz.
 
Caitlin clutched the pipe and got on her hands and knees. Seeing Scorpion distracted by Liz, she rushed to her tormentor.
 
“Look out!” The warning cry came too late. Caitlin struck at Scorpion’s unprotected ankle. Before the big girl could react the pipe connected with her left shinbone. Caitlin’s body knocked the tottering Scorpion off her feet.
 
Holding the object high, the small girl climbed on top of the bigger girl and swung for her head.
 
Scorpion’s eyes reflected her  pain, but she reacted in time to stop Caitlin’s arm and throw the smaller girl off.
 
Caitlin jumped to her feet and rushed toward Scorpion, swinging her weapon just as the injured girl got to her feet. Scorpion deflected the incoming blow by raising her arm. She screamed when the pipe struck the unprotected area of the elbow, known as the funny bone.
 
The smaller girl swung again, and struck the injured shinbone and then the elbow. She kicked Scorpion behind the knee, causing her to fall.  “Yeh not be wanting me friendship, then I not be wanting yers!” Caitlin backed away from the girl, who lay on the floor holding her elbow.
 
Someone grabbed Caitlin from behind and screamed when Caitlin bit into an arm. The new attacker released her and Caitlin turned in time to see Liz throw a girl to the floor. “This is a private fight. I have your back, Badger!”
 
Scorpion used the distraction to gain her feet.
 
Caitlin stood her ground. “I not be wanting ta hurt yeh, but I not be wanting ta feel yer fists, either.”
 
“You little bitch! I was joking with you, now you’re dead.” Scorpion lurched and tried to grab Caitlin’s right wrist.
 
Caitlin switched the weapon to her left hand, stepped forward and swung at Scorpion’s other elbow, but her blow was deflected and grazed the right wrist. The momentum of the missed blow caused the smaller girl to turn around. Scorpion grabbed her from behind, trapping both arms.  She lifted the smaller girl, squeezing with all her strength.
 
“Now, I’ve got you!”
 
Caitlin swung her legs outward and kicked backward. Her heels connected with Scorpion’s knees, causing the larger girl to lessen her grip. The smaller girl raised her legs again and Scorpion dropped her.
 
The younger girl landed on her feet, turned, and smashed the pipe down on Scorpion’s injured foot, and pushed her with her free hand. Caught off balance by the blow, Scorpion fell.
 
“You broke my bloody foot!” The girl held her injured foot.
 
“Maybe I should be doing th' same thing with your stubborn English head.” Caitlin switched the heavy object to her right hand and raised it. “Yeh bloody English never listen. Yeh could've avoided yer pain.” She raised the pipe higher to deliver the final blow.
 
“Don’t!” Scorpion, trembling, raised her hands to protect herself and started to cry.
 
Breathing heavily, Caitlin switched the pipe back to her left hand, turned, and walked toward Liz. “If yeh not be wanting to feel Scorpio’s wrath, yeh best be coming with me.” She held out her right hand.
 
Liz looked at the trembling leader and shook her new friend’s hand. Together, they walked to the door. She stopped when Caitlin touched her arm.
 
Caitlin turned and faced the rest of the girls. “Th' same goes for th' rest of yeh. Scorpion will want ta punish somebody. Any of yeh under th' age of ten can come with us. Those over ten need ta find a new leader. I'll not be wishing ta fight yeh, so don’t be trying ta follow us.” The two girls left with six younger girls following them.
**
 
Caitlin and Liz walked several blocks without speaking.  The smaller girl began to get control of her breathing. The six younger girls huddled together and followed.
 
The pipe-toting girl stopped and drew several breaths as she looked around. Without speaking, she started across the street, dodging the traffic and ignoring the curses of the wagon drivers and horsemen.  Liz and the youngsters followed her.
 
“Where are we going?” Liz asked.
 
“To find a place to rest for the night.” Caitlin spoke slowly, doing her best to hide her Irish accent.
 
“I’m hungry,” a dark haired girl spoke, “and I need to pee.”
 
Caitlin looked at her charges, then at the girl. “What’s your name?
 
“Beetle-Face. Can we go use a potty hole?”
 
 The new leader nodded at Liz. “Lead on.”
 
 
Several minutes later, after everyone relieved themselves, Caitlin felt hunger pains. She turned toward Liz. “Where can we eat?”
 
“I don’t think you’ll appreciate where we eat, but it’s the only place left for us.”  Liz led the group several blocks until they came to a restaurant. The others followed as she walked down an alley.
 
The air was rich in different fragrances of food, some already reeked of decay. Liz hurried to the garbage can and began picking out pieces of food.
 
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A bulky middle-age man holding a smaller version of the larger trash cans, stood in the doorway.
 
“We’re looking for some food. None of us has eaten today.” Caitlin looked at the man, eyeing the small trash can in his arms.
 
The man pushed past her and dumped his container into a can further down. “Help yourselves. Don’t make a mess.” He kicked the bottom of the can, turned, and walked back into the building.
 
Liz looked into the larger can, pulled it over and beat on the side. Three rats ran out and sought the safety of darkness. She got on her hands and knees and began to paw through the thrown out scraps.
 
The young girls snatched pieces as Liz revealed them and crammed the food into their mouths. Beetle-Face hurried over to an outside pump, primed it, and began pumping while the children drank from their cupped hands.
 
Caitlin couldn’t believe her eyes.  She ran over to the young girl pumping. “Quit! That be bad water!”
 
Beetle-Face stopped pumping. “It’s wet water and outside pumps are the only way we can get it.”  She glanced at Liz who was coming to them with a half eaten sandwich in her hands.
 
“We have no one to help us. The man was nice to us when he warned us about the rats by kicking the can.” Liz offered Caitlin the partial sandwich.
 
Caitlin backed away,  hurried to the back door and pounded on it. The same man opened it. “What do you want?”
 
“Decent food for me people. My Uncle Cullen Sullivan is the Alderman and he will pay for it.”
 
“Stay here.” The man turned and came back a few minutes later, holding a newspaper. “Can you read?”
 
Caitlin recognized Mr. Sullivan’s face on the newspaper. “Not very good.”
 
“Your lies won’t work. A crazy man shot your so-called uncle and two of his sons last night at a political rally. He’s in no condition to pay your bill. He was killed.”
 
“Arthur and Conor, are they dead?”
 
“Oh, you’re good young lady. You got those names from this article, but your scam won’t work!” He stepped back and closed the door in Caitlin’s face.
 
Caitlin stood staring at the closed door. Silent tears flowed down her face. “Brigit, Aunt Heather, Mrs. Kennedy; we be needing yer help.”  She fell to her knees and wept with her hands over her face.
 
Liz and the children gathered around her. The older girl placed a hand on Caitlin’s shoulder.  “There’s no time for crying, the children need our help.”

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

I am working on updating the prologue which I use for my notes.

I am improving with my grammar, but I am still weak. Thank to all for your imput.

Irish dilect-I am trying to phrase it out. The following are words in this chapter.
Yeh = you
Yer = your
Ta = to
Th'= the



Chapter 18
Chapter Seven - Part 1

By c_lucas








CHAPTER SEVEN PART ONE
NEW YORK CITY
OCTOBER, 1877
 
Ending of the last chapter: Caitlin backed away, hurried to the back door and pounded on it. The same man opened it. “What do you want?”
 
“Decent food for me people. My Uncle Cullen Sullivan is the Alderman and he will pay for it.”
 
“Stay here.” The man turned and came back a few minutes later holding a newspaper. “Can you read?”
 
Caitlin recognized Mr. Sullivan’s face on the newspaper. “Not very good.”
 
“Your lies won’t work. A crazy man shot your so-called uncle and two of his sons last night at a political rally. He’s in no condition to pay your bill. He was killed.”
 
“Arthur and Conor, are they dead?”
 
“Oh, you’re good, young lady. You got those names from this article, but your scam won’t work!” He stepped back and closed the door in Caitlin’s face.
 
Caitlin stood staring at the closed door. Silent tears flowed down her face. “Brigit, Aunt Heather, Mrs. Kennedy; we be needing yer help.”  She fell to her knees and wept with her hands over her face.
 
Liz and the children gathered around her. The older girl placed a hand on Caitlin’s shoulder.  “There’s no time for crying, the children need our help.”
**
JANUARY, 1879
 
The abandoned shed Caitlin and her group called home rattled as the blizzard laid down several inches of fresh snow. The children were on and under cardboard, newspapers and castaway garments. They huddled together to maintain body heat. Guarding the entrance, Liz and Caitlin sat together, wrapped in an old blanket, trying their best to share body heat.
 
A large blast of Arctic wind shook the flimsy shack. The two grabbed the inside handles to keep the doors from flying open. Several tense seconds later, the wind gust abated and they relaxed.
 
Beetle-Face worked her way out of the paper/cloth covering and hurried to the toilet-bucket.  She did her business and caught the big girl’s attention. “It’s almost full and frozen.” She hurried back to the children’s burrow.
 
“Let me have the gloves.” Caitlin held her hand out to Liz.
 
Liz pulled a ragged pair of gloves off and helped put them on Caitlin’s near-frozen hands. She pulled Caitlin’s wool socks onto hers and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She walked back to the toilet-bucket and wrestled it to the entrance.
 
Caitlin checked the sock, serving as a covering for one end of the pipe. She wrapped it tighter and slipped the pipe into her coat pocket.   Ready to meet the outdoors, she took the bucket from Liz, who pushed open the door and held it until Caitlin left.
 
The girl placed the toilet-bucket a few feet away near buckets with like contents. Caitlin fought the bitter cold and wind as she searched for buckets. She found three buckets stacked one into the other. The stack was frozen to the wall. Using her small body, Caitlin slammed herself against the sides of the buckets until they broke free from the wall, but still stuck together. Battered and bruised, the girl struggled with her prize against the cold and the brisk winds.  She fought to control the stack as she made her way to the bakery.
 
The day old bread table was empty. This be the third day. She turned to leave when she noticed a hand wiping the steam from the window. A heavy set woman stared out.  She jumped back when she saw the small bundled- up figure.
 
Caitlin hurried to the door. It was locked. She knocked on the glass until a hand began to clear the steam. The same face stared out. Soon the door was unlocked and the woman beckoned for Caitlin to enter.  The heat was overpowering. Caitlin caught a glimpse picture of “Jesus the Shepherd” on the wall behind the counter, knelt and crossed herself.
 
The woman, who was standing to one side, crossed herself and asked in an unfamiliar language, “Child, what are you doing out in this weather?”
 
Caitlin just looked at her.
 
“Rudolpho!”  the woman called out.
 
The girl jumped just as the beaded curtain moved and a tall young man entered. She froze. He must be Rudolpho.
 
“Yes, Mama?" the man asked and saw Caitlin. He smiled.
 
The woman started her funny talk.
 
“Mama wants to know why you are out in this weather, carrying buckets. I would like to know, also.” He frowned.
 
“I have nowhere to sleep. I share a shed with Liz and the children we are caring for.” Caitlin watched as Rudolpho made funny sounds and turned toward the woman when she started speaking.  

Then back to the man, who asked, “Is Liz your mother or the children’s?”
 
“No, Liz is just a little older than me. There are six children, all under the age of ten. Liz and them have no parents.” Caitlin stared in the Rudolpho’s eyes, sensing uneasiness.
 
He broke eye contact and blurted some funny words to his mother.
 
She gasped and talked faster than she had at first.
 
Rudolpho responded. It sounded like he was upset.
 
The woman continued to speak as she pointed to the wall image of Jesus caring for His sheep. Then her voice softened and she pointed to Caitlin and crossed herself.
 
Caitlin heard the word, “Angelo.”
 
Rudolpho stomped off into the back room.
 
The woman put her hands onto Caitlin shoulders and kissed both sides of her face. She muttered more words that Caitlin didn’t understand, but kissing of both cheeks, the young girl understood.
 
The man came back struggling to get into his heavy coat. His hat covered his ears. “Let’s go get your bambinos and senorita Liz.” He unlocked the door.
 
“You want to get Liz and the young ones. Why?”
 
“Mama told me to get them. She thinks you’re an angel.”

The woman touched Caitlin's arm.  Caitlin turned and the woman took off her shawl, wrapped it around Caitlin’s shoulders, then went through the kissing routine. She took the buckets, hugged the girl and pointed her toward Rudolpho, who was holding the door, scowling.
 
 
“Which way?” Rudolpho growled.
 
“Are you angry with me?”
 
“No. At my mother. Some women pick up stray pets. Mother picks up orphans and offers them a temporary home, even when they steal from her.”
 
“We are not thieves.” Caitlin turned down the alley, thankful that the snow and winds had lightened.
 
“So you say. Let’s go get your friends. Mother is waiting.”
 
A short time later she came to the shed, now half buried by snow, and turned toward Rudolpho. “They are in there. They’ll be scared of you. Let me get them.”
 
“Pack Rat, it’s Badger!” The door creaked open, and Liz, shivering, frowned when she saw Caitlin was empty-handed.
 
Caitlin took off the shawl and wrapped it around her friend. “Let’s get the young ones. We’re leaving.”
 
“Who’s he?” Liz asked, backing away.
 
“He’s our friend, Rudolpho.” Pointing toward the girl, she said, “This is Liz.” Rudolpho nodded. Caitlin stepped around her and started calling the children's names.
 
One by one five ill-clothed children worked their way out of the cardboard and clothing. They stood bunched together, staring at the stranger.
 
“Where’s Beetle-Face?” Caitlin glanced at the children and back at the pile.
 
“She’s still sleeping. We couldn’t wake her up.”
 
Caitlin, with Liz’s, help began throwing cardboard and clothing to one side. She was the first to see the child. “No! Brigit, Mrs. Kennedy. Help me!” She reached down and picked the limp form up and hugged it.
 
“What’s wrong?” Rudolpho asked.
 
“It’s Beetle-Face. She’s not breathing.” Liz held Caitlin as she held the child.
 
Rudolpho worked his way into the narrow space, pulled off the right hand glove and placed his hand near the bottom of the young child’s ear. “She has a pulse, but not much of one.” He opened his coat. “Give her to me. There’s room enough for her.”
 
Caitlin turned, realizing what Rudolpho wanted to do, and offered  him the young girl. He shifted until he had his left arm around her.
 
“Button my coat.”
 
Caitlin worked on the lower buttons and Liz worked on the higher one. Their fingers were frozen and it took them a few minutes, but they succeeded.
 
Rudolpho reached down and gathered two of the girls under his right arm and lifted them. “Hold on, so I can balance you.”
 
Caitlin placed the two smallest ones into Liz’s arms and picked up the last one. “We be ready.”
 
 “Okay.” Rudolpho, two girls sitting on his right arm and holding on to the coat’s lapel, looked at Caitlin. “We’ll go back the way we came. Lead the way.”
 
Burdened with the heaviest child, Caitlin started out. Fifteen minutes later, she knocked on the bakery door.  The woman, wearing a different shawl, opened immediately and stood aside so her son could enter and relieved him of one of his burdens. Caitlin came second and set her girl down, turned and took one of the children from Liz.
 
After locking the door and setting her child down, the woman relieved her son of his second child.  Caitlin and Liz began unbuttoning his coat.
 
Rudolpho began to talk to his mother in their language.  
 
Caitlin relieved him of Beetle-Face, knelt down on the cold floor, hugged Beetle-Face tightly with her left arm, and crossed herself. Liz knelt a little in front of her, crossed herself and Rudolpho set next to Liz and crossed himself. The woman knelt to the left of Caitlin, just as she started praying to the Mother Mary.
 
Caitlin was surprised when Liz spoke, using the funny words Rudolpho and his mother was using.
 
When they finished praying, the woman grabbed the frozen child from Caitlin and hurried to the back room.
 
Rudolpho saw the perplexed look on Caitlin’s face and softly said, “Mama will try to save the child.”
 
Liz turned and hugged her as Catlin continued to stare at the picture on the wall.
**
At the close of the third quarter of the 19th century, over thirty thousand orphaned children walked the streets of New York.
 
http://daytoninmanhattan.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-1840-orphan-asylum-society.html
Efforts to help the orphans.
 
http://www.faqs.org/childhood/Me-Pa/Orphans.html
Orphan overview of the ages
 
http://www.42explore2.com/orphan.htm
History of the Orphan trains.
 
More on this subject in later chapters.

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

I am working on updating the prologue which I use for my notes.

I am improving with my grammar, but I am still weak. Thank to all for your imput.

Irish dilect-I am trying to phrase it out. The following are words in this chapter.
Yeh = you
Yer = your
Ta = to
Th'= the



Chapter 19
Chapter Seven - Part Two

By c_lucas

CHAPTER SEVEN PART TW0
NEW YORK CITY
 
JANUARY, 1879
 
End of the last chapter: Caitlin relieved him of Beetle-face, knelt down on the cold floor, hugged the child tightly with her left arm, and crossed herself with the other.  Liz and Rudolpho also crossed themselves. The woman crossed herself, and knelt on the other side of Caitlin, just as she started praying to the Mother Mary.
 
Caitlin was surprised when Liz spoke, using the funny words Rudolpho and his mother were using.
 
When they finished praying, the woman retrieved the frozen child from Caitlin and hurried to the back bedroom.
 
Rudolpho saw the perplexed look on Caitlin’s face and softly said, “Mama will try to save the child.”
 
Liz turned and hugged her as Catlin continued to stare at the picture on the wall.
**
 
Caitlin awakened on the cold floor, sharing a heavy blanket with Liz. She stared at the wall. The picture was gone. Surprised and frightened, Caitlin jumped up and ran behind the counter; a chair stood under the spot where the image had graced the wall.
 
“Looking for this?” Liz asked and chuckled, showing Caitlin the picture. “You kept staring at it and kneeling in prayer. Mrs. Rossellini climbed on the chair, got it down to hand to you. I had just finished my bath and came out wrapped in a blanket. I helped her down.” Liz offered it to Caitlin, who took it and held it to her chest.
 
“Where did we get our nightgowns?” Caitlin fondled the soft material.

“Mrs. Rossellini brought them out to us when she told us Beetle-face was sleeping peacefully. Rudolpho came in while we were changing you. His mother chased him out. He bedded down the five children in his bed, and made the couch up for me.”
 
“I told Mrs. Rossellini I would rather sleep with you, and she told Rudolpho to sleep on the couch. She mentioned to him that I would make a fine wife since I‘m Italian.”
 
“Yes, you would, and a fine mother, too.”
 
They heard a noise and went to investigate. The five girls were getting dressed. Caitlin noticed the five pennies on the table. “Who left the coins on the table?”
 
The blonde named June-bug spoke up. "Rudolpho dropped them there before he went to the couch. Do you think he wanted us to buy our breakfast?"
 
Caitlin looked at the young girl and turned toward Liz. “When we were going for you, he mentioned some of the children his mother took in stole from her. I told him we were not thieves.” She looked at the five younger children. “Remember that. We aren't thieves.”  
 
“What about the bowls on the sink?” Liz walked over and picked up a piece of paper. "It's a note telling us there's cold breakfast makings in the ice box."
 
Caitlin opened the door and noticed a large pan of dry porridge with a half bottle of milk beside it. Another bowl contained diced apples. She smiled. “I know how to cook, Liz. Do you?”

"I made my own breakfast since the age of five."
 
A fit of coughing came from the other room. Caitlin and Liz hurried to Beetle-face, who sat in the bed, holding a small towel to her face.  
 
She wiped her mouth. “Where are we?”
 
“An angel opened her home to us.” Caitlin walked around to Beetle-face’s side and held her forearm against the girl’s forehead. “You have a little bit of a fever. Did Mrs. Rossellini offer you anything?”
 
“I remember the man offering me something warm when I woke up coughing.”
 
Caitlin walked back to the icebox and studied the contents before picking up a small mixing bowl. She touched the mixture with her fingertips and brought them to her lips, before giving the bowl to Liz. “Heat this up and then let it cool. Wash your hands before you stir it with a clean spoon.” Caitlin leaned her ear against Beetle-face's chest.
 
“According to my Aunt Heather, you have fairies in your chest. If her Phillip was here, you could listen to them.”
 
 
The girls were separated into two groups. Two girls to clean up the breakfast and the other three, under Liz's guidance, began work on the front room. Caitlin found the shovel, bundled up, and started shoveling snow off the sidewalk, throwing it into the streets.
 

Everything was in good shape when Rudolpho and his mother returned. He carried two boxes of clothing and his mother had eight winter coats over her arm.
 
Caitlin followed them to the back room. Mrs. Rossellini commented on her cleaned bakery, especially impressed with the baking area. Caitlin picked up the five pennies and handed them to Rudolpho. “I told you we weren't thieves.”
 
“So you did.” He set the boxes on the table, pocketed the coins and followed his mother into her bedroom. They checked on the sleeping Beetle-face, wrapped tightly in a blanket. Mrs. Rossellini laid the coats on the bed,  stared at her son, who retrieved the boxes and set them next to the coats.
 
 Mrs. Rossellini spoke to her son, but Liz answered in their language.

“Caitlin gave her some medicine and wrapped her in the blanket. She said the child has symptoms of pneumonia.”  Liz placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “She knows about healing from her aunt and uncle, both being doctors.”
 
The woman looked at Caitlin and spoke to her son.
 
“Why is she walking the streets as an orphan?” he interpreted his mother's question.
 
Caitlin decided to answer for herself. “An evil man stole me from my bed. He tried to sell me, but the woman didn't want me. I escaped and Liz found me.”
 
“Isn’t your family looking for you?” Rudolpho glanced from Caitlin to Liz and back to Caitlin.
 
“A crazy man killed my grandfather and wounded two of my uncles. My grandmother is tending to them. My mother died from the fever. I don’t know where Aunt Heather and Uncle Phillip are.”
 
The woman embraced Caitlin and kissed her cheeks. She spoke to Caitlin with Rudolpho interpreting.
 
“What part of town are you from?” Rudolpho asked.
 
“On the outskirts of Five Points.  I attend ‘The Blessed Church of the Immigrant.’ My grandmother, Mrs. Cullen Sullivan, started her own school when she didn’t approve of Mother Ruth and Sister Abigail’s treatments of her children and me.”
 
“Have you been back there since your abduction?”
 
“Abduction?”
 
“Your being stolen,” Rudolpho answered.
 
“No. There wasn’t a need to go. I learned of the shooting and then the death of my mother. My father ran off right after I was born.” Caitlin glanced from Rudolpho to his mother, who spoke rapidly to her son.
 
“Couldn't you find a family member to stay with?”
 
“I don’t know, maybe, but I have Liz and the six girls as my family.”
 
Rudolpho and his mother began to carry on a conversation in their language. Finally, he reached into his pocket. He looked at the coins and spoke to his mother.
 
Caitlin looked at Liz and she started to interpret, “Mrs. Rossellini wants Rudolpho to take you to Five Points and help you look for your family.”
 
 “Why would she do that? I thought she was happy with me.” Caitlin felt a tense cramp in her stomach. “Doesn’t she want me?”
 
Liz looked at the two adults who had stopped talking. “Jo wants to know if you want her to stay and help with the children.”
 
Mrs. Rossellini took Caitlin in her arms and kissed her cheeks. She said several words in her rapid-fire language, and kissed Caitlin, again.
 
“Mama thinks you would like to be with your family. They may need your help,” Rudolpho replied.
 
“Can I come back here if we don’t find them?"
 
Rudolpho kissed Caitlin’s cheek. “You will always have a home with us. But first, we need to try and find your family.”
 
What if the mean man finds me first? Caitlin put her worries aside as she accepted clothing proffered by Mrs. Rossellini, including a multi-colored coat.
 
Rudolpho took Liz’s hand and the pair left the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
 
Caitlin smiled at Mrs. Rosellini. “Grazi.” She waved at all the children and placed her hand over her heart. “La famiglia mia.”          
 
The woman kissed Caitlin’s cheeks and replied, "Saremo sempre la tua famiglia. We'll always be your family,” she translated in broken English.  
 
Mrs. Rossellini opened the door and everyone filed out. She motioned to her son and gave him some coins. Liz went to change her outfit.
 
Rudolpho smiled at Caitlin. “Mother wants me to take you home to your American family.”

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

I am working on updating the prologue which I use for my notes.


Chapter 20
Chapter Eight - Part One Five Points

By c_lucas

CHAPTER EIGHT – PART ONE

NEW YORK CITY

FIVE POINTS - IRISH SLUMS

JANUARY, 1879

End of the last chapter: Rudolpho kissed Caitlin’s cheek. “You will always have a home with us. But first, we need to try and find your family.”

What if the mean man finds me first? Caitlin put her worries aside as she accepted clothing proffered by Mrs. Rossellini, including a multi-colored coat.
 
Rudolpho took Liz’s hand and the pair left the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
 
Caitlin smiled at Mrs. Rosellini. “Grazi.” She waved at all the children and placed her hand over her heart. “La famiglia mia.”          
 
The woman kissed Caitlin’s cheeks and replied, "Saremo sempre la tua famiglia. We'll always be your family,” she translated in broken English.  
 
Mrs. Rossellini opened the door and everyone filed out. She motioned to her son and gave him some coins. Liz went to change her outfit.
 
Rudolpho smiled at Caitlin. “Mother wants me to take you home to your American family.”

**

Caitlin walked next to Rudolpho as they made their way to a main thoroughfare and a horse-drawn trolley. She stopped, picked up some rocks, and put them in her pocket.

“What’s that for?” Rudolpho picked her up and placed her on the trolley’s first step.

“Protection.” She reached for his hand as he dropped four pennies into the bucket and led her to a pair of empty seats. He motioned for her to take the window seat.

“We are quite a distance from Five Points and will have to change trolleys along the way.” He settled himself into the aisle-seat and placed his arm on the top of Caitlin’s seat.

“I didn’t think he carried me very far.” Caitlin didn’t take her eyes off the view of the busy street.

“He must have had a horse or a carriage. Five Points is miles away. Can you tell me anything about the scoundrel?”

“I didn’t see him. I remembered waking up when he held a funny- smelling liquid over my mouth and forced me to swallow it.  I don’t remember anything else until I began to wake up on a table with people talking about me. I was dizzy and my head hurt.”

“He must have used laudanum on you. What happened, then?”

“The woman told a big man to throw him out. I must have gone back to sleep.  The next thing I remember was hitting the ground hard. The mean man said something to the big man and struck him in the side, and the big man fell. I woke up completely when the fire started….”

“A few houses burned down in the red light district a few years ago. That must be the fire you’re talking about.”

“I tried to walk away, but the man saw me and came after me. I was able to free my lower legs and started running. Someone yelled “fire,” and the mean man quit chasing me. He ran in another direction.  Some of my clothes were wrapped in the sheet.  I put them on and tried to find a place to rest. I slept in a doorway, but a fat man chased me away the next morning.”

“Have you seen the mean man since that night?”

“No, and I don’t want to.” Catlin squirmed in her seat.

“Okay, we’ll be changing trolleys in a few blocks.”  He patted her on the arm and drew her closer. She leaned into him and tried to hug him with her free arm. He makes me feel safe.

**

An hour later they reached familiar territory. “There’s my park!” Caitlin pointed, excited to be close to home.

“Did you live close by?”

“Yes, in that direction.” She pointed toward the other side of the park. Caitlin tried to run, but Rudolpho grabbed her arm.

“Take it easy. Remember you’ve been away for a while.”

“Sorry.” She placed her left hand into Rudolpho’s right. “That mean man might be around.” She led Rudolpho across the park and down the street.  They crossed the street and walked to the next block.

Caitlin stopped when she saw the “Closed” sign nailed across the clinic’s name. She struggled to free her hand, but Rudolpho held it tightly.

“We’ll go in together,” he said.

She quit struggling, and when Rudolpho released her hand, she hurried up the steps and entered. He followed.

The word, “Private” was scrawled across the first two doors. Graffiti artists destroyed Joleen’s artwork. Caitlin knocked on the second door, but no one answered.  She hurried back toward the first door and knocked; No answer.

Caitlin ran up to the classroom on the second floor. The word, “Closed,” was neatly painted across the door. I’ll try Mammy’s door.

“Where are you going?” Rudolpho asked as she started up the stairs.

“We lived on the fourth floor.” Caitlin ran up the stairs with her protector in hot pursuit.

Shannon’s door had “Private” scrawled across it. Caitlin hurried to her mother’s apartment. The door was locked. She knocked and an old woman answered.

“Who might yeh be?”

“My name is Caitlin Wiley. I’m looking for me mammy.”

Rudolpho caught up with her and stood behind her trying to catch his breath.

“Wiley yeh be saying?” The old woman glanced at Caitlin and then at Rudolpho. “Doesn’t she know?”

“Know what, ma’am?” He placed his hands on Caitlin’s shoulders. “She’s heard rumors of her mother’s death. This is the first chance we’ve to check it out."

“It’s true. Her mother died a horrid death from fever. Mrs. Sullivan claimed Mrs. Wiley’s husband suffocated her and stole their child. If this be her, Mrs. Sullivan spoke the truth.”

“Do you know where they buried the body?” he asked, as Caitlin twisted around, and hugged him around the waist.

“If she be a good Catholic, she be buried at the church.” The old woman closed the door and locked it.

Rudolpho held Caitlin gently as she freed herself of tears.  After a while, the girl stepped away from him. “Can we go to the graveyard?”

**

Caitlin was in a solemn mood as she led Rudolpho behind the church and into the grave yard.  She stopped at Cullen Sullivan’s grave, knelt, crossed herself and said a brief prayer. Rudolpho followed her lead. He stood and helped her to her feet.

“He must have been a good man.” Rudolpho scanned the site filled with flowers and notes. An oil painting was fastened to the bottom of  the stone.

“That’s a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. Their daughter, Joleen, must have painted it.” Caitlin glanced the far end of the cemetery. “Me mammy must be over there somewhere, in a pauper’s grave.”

They searched for several minutes and found three of the graves unmarked.

“None of the graves has your mother’s name on them. She must be in one of the unmarked ones.” Rudolpho’s heart went out to the tearful girl as she looked from one grave to the other. A cardinal landed on the one at the extreme right and began pecking for food.

“That one be her grave.” Caitlin knelt in front of the grave, crossed herself and mouthed a silent prayer.

Rudolpho knelt beside her, crossed himself, and began praying verbally ‘The prayer for the dead.’ He finished long before Caitlin and remained by her side.

The girl lay prone and kissed the ground. She stood and a voice from the past startled her.

“Is that you, Caitlin?” Sister Abigail’s voice brought back bitter memories.

“Aye, Sister Abigail, it be me.” Caitlin answered in a pain-filled voice.

The nun glanced at Rudolpho. “Your name, sir?”

“Rossellini…Rudolpho Rossellini.” He placed his arms around Caitlin. “I am trying to help her find her family.”

“Are you searching for the Sullivans?” she asked Caitlin.

“Yes, ma’am.” A spark of hope grew in the girl’s eyes.

“After the shooting, the family moved,” Sister Abigail said with a hint of satisfaction.

“Do you know where they moved to, sister?” Rudolpho took a disliking to the nun’s attitude, and the way she glared at the girl.

“Yes. I’ll inform Sister Ruth that the wayward lamb has returned. She’ll send a wire off to Mrs. Sullivan. It’s by Mrs. Sullivan’s instructions that we keep Caitlin here, and she’ll send one of her sons to pick her up. Thank you, Mr. Rossellini, for bringing her to us.”

“Did you hear that, Caitlin? Your grandmother wants you. She’ll send one of your uncles to bring you home.” Rudolpho lifted her in a hug and kissed her cheeks. Caitlin put her arms around his neck and returned the kisses.

Caitlin forced a smile. “Tell Liz and the girls good-bye for me. I’ll write them as soon as I’m settled.”

 When Rudolpho set her down, she went to Sister Abigail. “Thank you, ma’am.” She opened her arms and the nun reluctantly hugged her.

“Would you like to visit with your mother?”

“If you don’t mind.” The girl looked at Rudolpho's departing figure. He turned and waved. She waved back.

**

After about an hour, the nun interrupted Caitlin’s visit. “It’s close to dinnertime. I need to let Sister Ruth know you’ve returned.”

“Yes, ma’am. Can I come back, tomorrow?”

“After you are settled in, attended your classes, and completed your chores, the Reverend Mother may let you visit.” She turned and walked toward the convent.

Caitlin took one last look at the grave, blew her mother a kiss and followed Sister Abigail.

The nun led the way to the Reverend Mother’s office, knocked,  waited for permission to enter. She opened the door, stepped aside, and allowed Caitlin to step into the office.

“The prodigal child has returned,” Sister Abigail closed and locked the door.     

Mother Ruth looked at Caitlin for several minutes. “Finally, you are here. Are you ready to atone for your sins and accept your punishment?” She reached into her desk drawer.

The girl looked over her shoulder; Sister Abigail was guarding the locked door. "Never show fear." Heather’s words whispered in her mind. Caitlin took a deep breath and looked at the Reverend Mother. “Sister Abigail said you knew where Grandmother Sullivan moved to. Would you please contact her and ask her to send Conor for me?” Eyes locked on her former tormentor, Caitlin waited for an answer.

“Yes, I do and I can, but you need to atone for the trouble you caused me and Sister Abigail. Take off your coat, pull up your dress and lay across my desk.” She pulled a leather strap out and laid it on the desk.

“I done nothing you didn’t deserve. You punish me when you knew I was innocent.” Caitlin stepped deeper into the room, away from the nun behind her. “Will you tell me where Mrs. Sullivan moved to, or do I have to ask Father Paul?”

 “Father Paul doesn’t know. Do as I told you.” The Reverend Mother’s look was filled with venom.

“No!” Caitlin put her hand in her coat pocket.

“Grab the little troublemaker!”

Sister Abigail spread out her arms and came at Caitlin in a crouch.

Caitlin’s first rock hit the nun on her ankle bone. She fell down, screaming. The second rock hit the Reverend Mother above her left eye, and she fell over her desk chair. The girl ran toward the door, and fumbled with the lock. In her haste, it took her longer to unlock the door.

“You’ll pay for that, you little brat.” Sister Abigail hobbled toward the girl, almost reaching her before Caitlin opened the door and fled.  

Author Notes Thank you, Reuven Azachi, for the use of your image, "Forgotten."

For new comers, I am having trouble with Fan Story's browser, known as Evil Eddie. The formatting problems are all his doings.


Chapter 21
Chp. Eight-Part 2A

By c_lucas











NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINTS, IRISH SLUMS
JANUARY, 1879

ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER: “Sister Abigail said you knew where Grandmother Sullivan moved to. Would you please contact her and ask her to send Conor for me?” Eyes locked on her former tormentor, Caitlin waited for an answer.

“Yes, I do and I can, but you need to atone for the trouble you caused me and Sister Abigail. Take off your coat, pull up your dress and lay across my desk.” She pulled a leather strap out and laid it on the desk.

The girl looked over her shoulder; Sister Abigail was guarding the locked door. "Never show fear." Heather’s words whispered in her mind. Caitlin took a deep breath and looked at the Reverend Mother.

“I done nothing you didn’t deserve. You punish me when you knew I was innocent.” Caitlin stepped deeper into the room, away from the nun behind her. “Will you tell me where Mrs. Sullivan moved to, or do I need to ask Father Paul?”

“Father Paul doesn’t know. Do as I told you.” The Reverend Mother’s venom-filled look didn’t affect the girl.

“No!” Caitlin put her hand in her coat pocket.

“Grab the little troublemaker!”

Sister Abigail spread out her arms and came at Caitlin in a crouch.

Caitlin’s first rock hit the nun on her anklebone. She fell down, screaming. The second rock hit the Reverend Mother above her left eye, and she fell over her desk chair. The girl ran toward the door, and fumbled with the lock. In her haste, it took her longer to unlock the door.

“You’ll pay for that, you little brat.” Sister Abigail hobbled toward the girl, almost reaching her before Caitlin opened the door and fled.
******

Caitlin ran through the back gates and didn’t stop until she traveled several blocks from the convent.  She saw no one was following her and cut a straight line to the park, finding it to be empty.  I’ll go to Lila’s home. Her mother will help me.

She hurried the two blocks north of the park and opened the front door to Lila Doyle’s apartment building. She knocked on Apartment Three A. Caitlin did not know the woman who answered.

“Who are you to be disturbing us at supper time?” The woman scowled at the girl.

“I’m looking for Lila Doyle, ma’am.” Caitlin shifted her feet, prepared to run.

“The Doyle family moved to Kansas last summer. I don’t know what part.” The woman dismissed Caitlin and started to close the door.

“Please, Ma’am, do you know where the Sullivans moved to?” Caitlin felt a knot growing in her stomach.

“What this?” a man came to the door. “First you be asking about the Doyle family. Now, you be asking about the Sullivans. Mr. Sullivan was killed and two of his boys shot up. If you have any questions, go ask Father Paul or the Reverend Mother.” He closed the door in Caitlin’s face. She heard him say, “Woman, I’m hungry. Don’t be wasting yer time prattling with some girl when yeh should be fixing me dinner.” She heard the sound of a slap and the woman cried out.

Caitlin stood for a moment, staring at the door. She turned and walked away, toward the church, and reached her destination as the sun lowered and the moon began to rise. Her stomach began to rumble.

There may be money in the pauper’s box. She entered the church’s vestibule and sneaked up to the sanctuary entrance. She saw a few parishioners waiting quietly for the beginning of the evening mass. She picked up the cedar wood box and raised the lid. The girl placed the meager offering, two large cent pennies, in her left coat pocket.

“Caitlin, where have you been?” Father Paul looked down at her. She dropped the box, skirted around the priest and ran out the door. “Caitlin, wait!” The priest ran after her and almost caught her.

The girl darted out into the street and just missed being trampled by a two-horse carriage.
By the time the driver brought his horses under control and the priest could cross safely, Caitlin was nowhere in sight.

Caitlin ran three blocks before she was rudely stopped by someone grabbing the back of her coat. “Whoa there, what’s your hurry?”

“Let go of me!” Her captor lifted her up until their faces were even.

“You be mighty small to hand out such big talk.” He  looked away as she put her hand into her coat pocket.

Catlin threw a rock aimed at his head. It hit and bounced off the left ear.

Her captor dropped her and felt his ear. He stared at his bloodied fingers. “Why, you little bitch!”

Caitlin stomped the arch of his left foot and took off running.

The boy, hopping on one foot screamed “Get her!”
Rocks flew around her and a large one hit her in the small of her back, almost knocking her down. She stumbled, cut around a corner, and turned into the next alley, away from the boys. As she neared the end of the alley, a boy jumped out, and yelled. “I’ve got her.”

Caitlin lowered her head, ran at her adversary and speared the boy’s genitals. He screamed and she turned left. Soon, she did not hear any sounds of the chase. The girl headed for the back of the church. She slid under the gate, picked herself up, got her bearing and raced to her mother’s grave. Caitlin flung her body over the grave. The metal pipe gouged into her hip. She adjusted it and lay there, gasping as a fog drifted over the cemetery.

Caitlin controlled her breathing and lay there, listening. Soon her day’s activity caught up with her and she fell asleep. A pink mist covered her, bringing her warmth.
 

The crowing of a rooster brought Caitlin out of her sleep-state.  She brushed herself and went behind a tree to relieve her bladder. Thoughts of Mr. Johansen filled her head. He can help me. She hurried down the back street, which ran parallel to the main street. When she felt safer, she moved to the main street and kept her eye out for the horse-drawn trolley.

Caitlin caught the first trolley of the day, paid her two cents and rode to The Bird Nest. When she spied the herbal shop, she jumped off the trolley and hurried across the nearly deserted street. The young girl stopped when she noticed the For Sale sign in the entrance door’s window.

Caitlin placed her face against the glass and stared into the empty shop.

“Can I help you, Miss?” A policeman, tapping his night stick against his leg stared down on her.

The girl swallowed. “Do you know where Mr. Johansen is?” She felt uneasy when the policeman continued to stare at her. “I have a message from my grandmother for him.” The lie made her squirm.

“A message from your grandmother, eh? For Mr. Johansen, eh? Why would you be delivering so early in the morning?”

“Oh! There be my father waving for me.” She caught the policeman flat-footed and took off across the busier street. Once across, Caitlin turned and saw the policeman had not followed her. She waved and started running down the street. When she stopped and checked on the policeman, he was walking in the opposite direction.
 

Caitlin walked several blocks the way she had come by the horse trolley. The hunger pains increased and she began looking for a place to raid their garbage cans. She spied four small children being bullyied by three large boys. The one she thought was the leader took something from a small boy, pushed him to the ground, and kicked him.

From less than thirty feet away, Caitlin pulled one of her diminishing supply of rocks from her coat pocket and threw it at the bully’s head.  Before it connected, she charged the other two with her metal pipe.

The bully screamed as the rock struck his right ear. She connected with one boy’s knee and the other’s shin bone. They began hopping around cursing. Without stopping, she turned her attention to the bully and brought the bar down on the arch of his right foot, finishing him by smashing his knee cap.

“Run!” Caitlin pointed in the direction from which she came. The children ran. She brought her pipe across the bully’s nose and ran after the children, easily overtaking them, helping them across the busy road, and turning them down the second alley.

The four young ones stopped and began to check the garbage for food. Caitlin’s stomach was beyond growling. She joined in the search for food. Afterwards, they continued on their journey to The Blessed Church of the Immigrant. Caitlin halted their journey two blocks away from the church.

She waited for the sun to go down, before she had the children slide under the gate. One of the girls walked over toward Father Paul’s office. The girl started to eat something. Caitlin hurried over and saw a dim outline of a plate with sandwiches and cookies setting on a window ledge. She offered the plate to the other children, reminding them to be quiet.

When the plate was cleaned, Catlin led the children to the back of the graveyard. Beginning with the foot of her mother’s grave, Caitlin had the children lie on the ground as a fog rolled in. She made sure they lay close together and she lay close to the head. The pink mist covered all, keeping them warm.
 

The following morning Caitlin led the children to the convent. “I’m going to leave you here. The sisters will take care of you, even if you are not members of the Catholic Church.”

“My name is Linda, what’s yours?”

“My name is Jo. Linda, make sure everyone stays right here until the nuns get up.”

Caitlin hugged and kissed each child. She waved at them and slipped under the gate. All morning she searched for someone who knew the whereabouts of the Sullivan family, but without success.
 
Around noon, Caitlin passed a fruit stand. She stood there, admiring the apples. She raised one to her nose and sniffed it, enjoying the fragrance.

“Stop thief!” The vendor hurried toward her.

Surprised, she held on to the apple and turned to run.

Someone grabbed her.

“I’ve got her, sir. She hadn’t bitten into the apple, yet.”

Caitlin looked into the eyes of one of the boys from yesterday. Soon, other hands took hold of her. She recognized her other two enemies.

“We caught her red-handed, sir.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Chapter 22
Chapter Nine-Part One

By c_lucas




NEW YORK CITY
FIVE POINTS, IRISH SLUMS
JANUARY, 1879
 
Ending of the last chapter:  Around noon, Caitlin started to walk pass a fruit stand. She stood, admiring the apples. She raised one to her nose and sniffed it, enjoying the fragrance.

“Stop thief!” The vendor hurried toward her.

Surprised, she held on to the apple and turned to run.

Someone grabbed her and lifted her off the ground.

“I’ve got her, sir. She hadn’t bitten into the apple, yet.”

Caitlin looked into the eyes of one of the boys from yesterday. Soon, other hands took hold of her. She recognized her other two enemies.

“We caught her red-handed, sir.”
**
 
A foot patrolman came over to check out the disturbance,  took out a short length of chain with a collar attached, and secured the collar around Jo’s neck.
 
She kept quiet as he led her through the streets of her old neighborhood to the precinct’s substation. A sergeant, nearing the age of retirement, looked up from his paperwork. “Caught another one, Smith?” He unsnapped the chain and snapped the collar to a longer chain fastened to a bench leg.
 
“She’s holding the apple she stole from MacDougall’s fruit stand.”
 
The sergeant took the apple from Caitlin, rubbed it against the sleeve of his jacket and bit into it. He glared at her. “Take off your coat.”
 
Her fingers trembled as she struggled with the buttons.
 
He set the apple on his desk, grabbed the collar and pulled the coat over her head. “What’s this?” He turned the coat upside down and rocks scattered along the floor. He spied the iron pipe in the belt of her dress. He glared at the new officer. “You didn’t search her before bringing her in?”
 
Smith stuttered.. “I didn’t think there was a need to….”
 
The sergeant cursed. “You’re going to get me killed right along with yourself! Always search your prisoner before bringing them in here!” He glared at Jo, whose eyes were on the rocks.
 
She looked up at him. “Those are for protection.” She took the metal rod and offered it to him. “I wouldn’t use them on you.”
 
“Are you the one who threw rocks at the Mother Superior and one of her nuns?”
 
“They wanted to punish me for something I didn’t do. The Reverend Mother knows where my grandmother moved and wouldn’t tell me. She ordered Sister Abigail to lash me with a leather strap. I had to protect myself.” Jo made eye contact with the sergeant.
 
“Who is your grandmother?”
 
“Breanna Sullivan, she’s not my real grandmother, but I asked her if she would be after Mrs. Kennedy died.”
 
“What’s your grandfather’s name?”
 
“Cullen Sullivan. He was killed by an angry man, Two of his sons, Arthur and Conor, were wounded.”

“I remember you from Mrs. Kennedy’s funeral. You were a tiny mite who walked with the nuns.”
 
“I walked between my mother and grandmother.”
 
The sergeant shook out her coat, undid the rest of the buttons and held it for her so she could put her arms into the sleeves. He buttoned it for her and tied the belt. “There you go. Would you mind putting all of that in my trash can?” He waved at the rocks on the floor and dropped the metal pipe into the trash.
 
“Yes, sir, I will.” Jo scurried around, picking up even the smallest particle.
 
The Sergeant walked over to the patrolman and tore up the papers he was filling out. “You have never seen this young girl. Do I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes sir. May I ask why?”
 
“Normally, I wouldn’t, but this time I will. She’s the adopted granddaughter of Cullen Sullivan; the man who always spoke out for our department. Watch her. I need to go send a wire.” He walked out the door.
 
The patrolman took the collar off Jo and pointed to the bench. “You’re to wait for the Sergeant. He has a surprise for you.”
Jo sat on the bench and waited.  She dozed off to restless sleep, blended into the background, forgotten by all.
 
A strange officer sat behind the desk, relieving Patrolman Smith. “You can go back to your beat.”
 
With sleepy eyes, Jo watched him leave without leaving any instructions about her. Sleep claimed her.
 
 
Jo awakened to the sound of a loud angry female voice and noise of shuffling and male voices cursing.  Scorpion, shackled at her neck and wrists with chains, fought the two policemen holding the chains. Jo jumped up and backed into a corner.
 
“You bitch!” With a burst of adrenalin, Scorpion broke free and grabbed her wrist chains, charged Jo the best she could on a damaged knee and foot.
 
Jo reached for her metal rod and realized she no longer had it. She jumped aside, causing Scorpion to miss with her overhand swing. The smaller girl gave the free end of the chain a jerk, causing Scorpion to lose her balance and crashed to the floor.
 
The two policemen hurried to grab the chains. Jo jumped over her enemy and ran out the open door. Soon she was lost in the crowd. She ran until she was behind the Catholic Church and hid in the alley nearby. That policeman had a surprise for me. I didn’t know he was a friend of Scorpion's.
 
 
Jo hid in a crawl space gasping for breath. Her head filled with ideas of different means of escape. She was tired from the exertion of her run and almost dozed off. I’ll return to the bakery. Mrs. Rossellini said she would take care of me. She came out of hiding and started walking toward the street serviced by the second horse trolley. With a plan, Jo hurried along, ignoring her rumbling stomach. She spied some kids her age, going through garbage cans and joined them. Soon, her hunger was abated.  She slept with her new found- friends, huddling together to fight off the cold.
 
The ensuing night became her last night on the streets. The early morning brought its own surprise. A small gang of boys, including those who had helped with her arrest, raided the children.
 
Caitlin and a couple of others fought back, but it was a losing battle. A police whistle sounded and Caitlin found herself crowded together with friends and enemies. Her coatless body bruised by sticks and stones. Her ripped dress offered little protection; nose and lips dripped blood on her damaged clothing. She was an easy catch for the patrolman who collared her.
 
The police took their juvenile prisoners to the New York House of Refuge. Caitlin/Jo and other detainees sat on the cold floor waiting to be processed into the system.
 
A young woman, wearing a nurse's uniform, walked among the children treating their many cuts and bruises. She was followed by a girl holding a clipboard and pencil. The woman dabbed at Jo’s bloody lip. “What’s your name?”
 
Jo answered, “Caitlin Jo Wiley.” The young girl wrote Katelyn Joe Riley. Another nurse led Jo into a side room where she was treated, bathed and given a uniform dress to wear. She was led to an upstairs dorm where she was assigned a bed with a small chest at its foot.

The second nurse brought her a small bundle of undergarments, topped with a white cotton night gown. She show Jo where to store the undergarments into the chest and had her placed the uniformed dress on top. She helped her into her night gown and tucked her in, bidding her a good night sleep. Jo spent a restless night in a strange bed getting very little sleep. When Jo did fall asleep, Scorpion visited her in her dreams.
**

 

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Chapter 23
Chapter Nine - Part two

By c_lucas





New York Orphan Asylum

CHAPTER NINE PART TWO
NEW YORK ORPHAN ASYLUM
 
JANUARY 1879
 
Ending of the last chapter: The police took their juvenile prisoners to the New York House of Refuge. Caitlin/Jo and other detainees sat on the cold floor waiting to be processed into the system.
 
A young woman, in a nurse's uniform, walked among the children treating their many cuts and bruises. She was followed by a girl holding a clipboard and pencil. The woman dabbed at Jo’s bloody lip. “What’s your name?”
 
Jo answered, “Caitlin Jo Wiley.” The young girl wrote Katelyn Joe Riley. Another nurse led Jo into a side room where she was treated, bathed and given a uniform white dress to wear. She was led to an upstairs dorm where she was assigned a bed with a small chest at its foot.

The second nurse came in carrying a small bundle of undergarments, topped with a white cotton night gown. She showed Jo how to store the undergarments into the chest and had her place the uniformed dress on top. She helped her into her night gown and tucked her in, bidding her a good night sleep. Jo spent a restless night in a strange bed getting very little sleep. When Jo fell asleep, Scorpion visited her in her dreams.
**
 
The sound of a large school bell brought Jo out of her restless sleep. She found a metal chamber pot under her bed and used it. Jo sat on the bed, watching the uniform-wearing woman shake those still sleeping, while continuing to ring the bell. She smiled at Jo. “Make your bed and get dressed.”
 
Jo pulled on her undergarments and long-sleeve dress she had received the night before, noting it was too big for her... While she dressed. an older girl placed a hand mirror, comb and brush on her bed. “Place these in your chest when you finish with them.” Jo nodded.
 
The next half-hour was chaotic as the girls dressed, made up their beds and policed their area. When Jo finished, she followed the example of the more experienced girls and stood at the foot of her bed.
 
“Maggie,” a girl standing by the next bed whispered, “What’s your name?”
 
“Jo,” She answered in a soft voice.
 
“Quiet!” a new woman barked. A middle aged man, carrying a large Bible, followed her into the dormitory.  “Close your eyes and bow your heads. Reverend Johnson will lead us in prayer.” Her voice lost some of the sharpness when she spoke the minister’s name.
 
“Thank you, Mrs. Griffin…Lord, we ask thy blessings on these poor misfortunate children….”
 
Jo peeked out at the other girls and at the man dressed in regular clothes. He’s not a priest and I have never heard this kind of praying before, but this must be holy grounds. She slipped off her shoes and knelt, making the sign of the cross, she prayed silently to St. Brigit.
 
Several minutes passed before she became conscious of the minister’s silence.  Jo opened her eyes and saw the minister’s feet in front of her. She quickly crossed herself and attempted to stand, but stopped when the man held out his hand.
 
”Let me help you up.” He lifted Jo to her feet. “Why do you have your shoes off?” He asked, releasing her hand.
 
Jo looked at her shoes and then up to him. “Aunt Heather and Nana Kennedy said I should always take my shoes off when I’m on holy ground. You started praying and made this holy ground.” Her neck began to hurt from looking up at him.
 
“What church did you go to?”
 
She stopped, remembering the treatment she’d received from the Reverend Mother and Sister Abigail. Father Paul saw me steal from the pauper’s plate. “I didn’t attend any church. I worship with Aunt Heather in Nana Kennedy’s apartment.”
 
“Really?” The man studied her.
 
“Really,” Jo answered, stifling a cough. I’m lying more and more. I can’t face Aunt Heather after being called a thief.
 
“You were still praying after I stopped. Who were you praying to?”
 
Jo was conscious of the angry looks she was receiving from Mrs. Griffin. “Saint Brigit.”
 
“Mrs. Griffin and I will be interviewing you later this morning. Maybe we can talk some more.”
 
“Interviewing?” Jo did not understand the meaning of the word.
 
“Asking you questions about yourself. What do you say we go get some breakfast?”  He offered his hand and she took it.
 
To her surprise, they led the group downstairs to the dining area. The table in front of her lay covered with food.
**
 
The morning hours flew by.  Jo and the other new girls answered the questions Mrs. Griffin asked. Just before lunch, the small group went to the Nurse’s office, removed their dresses and received a thorough examination by a doctor who was assisted by the young woman from the night before.
 
Having had breakfast at the adults’ table with the minister and staff, Jo found herself among her age group for lunch; A weak barley soup, a slice of stale bread and a small glass of water proved to be a poor lunch when she compared it to breakfast she was served at the adult table. She stared at food on the staff’s table.
 
Maggie quit slurping her soup and spoke, never lifting her eyes from the table. “Don’t let them catch you staring at their table,” she warned.
 
“Why?” Jo asked, staring at the girl.
 
“Keep your voice low and your head down when you talk to me. Even though it’s your first day, you’ll be thrown into the "Dungeon." The preacher has gone to check on the story you told him. Mrs. Griffin said you’re to work with my group, dusting, sweeping, and mopping the first and second floor. We can talk then.” She picked up her bowl and drained it. Maggie used her bread to wipe the interior and ate the bread. ”Always save your water for last. It washes the bad taste away.”
 
Jo followed Maggie’s example and placed her empty water glass into the soup bowl. “Is that all we get to eat? I’m still hungry.”
 
Mrs. Griffin's whistle ended their limited conversation. “To your duties, girls.” She blew her whistle again.
 
Jo worked side by side with Maggie and learned her duties and about the place Maggie called the Dungeon - a group of small dark rooms with padlocks on the doors.
 
“They keep the boys on one side of the basement and the girls on the other side. You get bread and water twice a day. If you make any noise, you get whipped: The boys with a leather belt and the girls with a stiff rope. Plus, you get an extra day in the Dungeons. I’ve been down there once and I don’t want to be sent there again.” Maggie shivered.
 
To emphasize her statement, two male guards dragged a kicking, screaming teen-aged boy past the silent, fear-struck girls, and to the back hallway.
 
Jo recognized him as one of the boys she had fought her first day back to Five Points. “Do you know his name?”
 
Maggie took a deep breath. “I’ve heard him called Johnny. He’s always bullying the young and picking fights. This is his second trip to the Dungeons and he’s only been here a week or so.”
 
One of the older girls walked over to Jo. “You’re wanted in Mrs. Griffin’s office.”
****
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Chapter 24
The Dungeon-Chapter 9 pat 3

By c_lucas

 
 



 
 
CHAPTER NINE PART THREE
NEW YORK ORPHAN ASYLUM
 
JANUARY 1879
 
Jo recognized him as one of the boys she fought her first day back to Five Points. “Do you know his name?”
 
Maggie took a deep breath. “I’ve heard him called Johnny. He’s always bullying the young and picking fights. This is his second trip to the Dungeons and he’s only been here a week or so.”
 
One of the older girls walked over to Jo. “You’re wanted in Mrs. Griffin’s office.”
**
 
Jo put down her broom. “Where’s Mrs. Griffin’s office?"
 
“I’ll show you.” She started toward the stair, leaving  Jo to follow.
 
The little girl's mind overflowed with questions, but she maintained her silence. She almost bumped into her guide, who had the turned the corner and stopped.
 
The girl opened the door and motioned for Jo to enter.  Several older girls stopped their needlework and stared.
 
Jo paused and looked at her guide.
 
“That’s her office over there.” The girl pointed to a closed door with a frosted glass in the frame. She went to an empty work station, picked up her needlework, ignoring Jo.
 
The younger girl took a deep breath, went over and lightly knocked. She waited, doing her best not to show her concern. Several of the girls giggled. Jo heard a faint ‘come in’ and entered. The uniformed policeman caught her attention, first. He’s the one that arrested me yesterday. Why is he here?
 
 Reverend Johnson and a stranger sat facing Mrs. Griffin, seated at her desk. No one smiled.
 
Jo curtsied. “You asked to see me, ma’am?” She kept her eyes focused on the woman.
 
“Name…always tell me your name before you speak to me.”
 
“Jo, Jo Wiley,” she answered and curtsied, again.  
 
“Is this the girl you’re looking for?” she addressed the policeman.
 
“No, ma’am. The girl I’m looking for is taller.” He glanced at Jo, who returned.
 
Why is he lying? Oh, he must be looking for Scorpion. How did she get away?
  
Reverend Johnson cleared his throat. “Is this the girl you arrested for stealing an apple?”
 
“She’s too short. The girl I arrested stood a bit taller.”
 
“Thank you, officer, you may go.”
 
“You’re welcome, ma’am.” He stood and left.
 
Why is he lying about me? Jo stared at the closing door.
 
“Miss Riley, do I have your attention?” Mrs. Griffin’s voice caused Jo to jump.

“Jo Wiley, ma’am…Yes, ma’am you do.”  She curtsied.
 
“Are you trying to be cute with repeating your name and curtsying?” Mrs. Griffin glared at her. “I don’t find it to be the least bit humorous!”
 
“Humorous. ma’am?” Why is she angry with me? She told me to say my name before I talked to her. Mammy taught me to curtsey when I meet an adult.
 
“Are you mocking, me?” Mrs. Griffin stood and walked toward Jo.
 
“Mocking, ma’am. I don’t know what you mean.”
 
The woman slapped Jo, shocking the child, who stepped away. “What did you do that for, ma’am? I don’t know what ‘humorous and mocking’ means.” Jo rubbed her injured cheek, fighting to keep control of her tears.
 
“That’s the game we’re going to be playing, huh?” She singled out the stranger. “Take her downstairs and tell Mrs. Becker this is her second offense.”
 
The preacher stood. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh, Mrs. Griffin? The child did not understand the words you were using.”
 
“Reverend Johnson, this is none of your affair. I’m in charge of discipline. I kept quiet this morning, but you were wrong showing favoritism. She thinks she’s special, and I’m going to have to break her of that habit! I can’t deny you access to the children, but I will not tolerate interfering.” She grabbed Jo’s wrist and jerked her over to the stranger. “You have your instructions. Follow them or be dismissed.” She turned back toward the minister. “I will be filing another complaint about your interference. Good day!”
 
Reverend Johnson followed the guard and his struggling prisoner. When they were in the hallway, he placed his hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Don’t struggle. You’ll just make things worse for yourself.”

“But I haven’t done anything wrong….”
 
“Keep your mouth shut,” the guard growled. He stopped to open a door, using a key. Once inside, he locked the door and started downstairs.
 
Jo quit struggling.
**
 
Low-burning gas lamps, stationed at intervals, failed to light much of the way.  Once they were downstairs, the guard picked Jo up and rested his hand on her developing chest. He began to fondle the left side, pinching the nipple.
 
“Ouch! That hurt,” Jo complained.
 
“I told you to keep quiet.” The guard pinched her harder. Jo bit her lips to keep from crying out.
 
“Becker, Where are you? I have another guest for you.” He dropped Jo and grabbed her hair.
 
“What’s her rating?” a female voice called out.
 
“Second offense, talking back to Mrs. Griffin.”
 
“Cell Two. I’m all alone. You know what to do?”
 
“You’ll get your jollies, now,” a male voice called out.
 
“Mind your own business, Gates. Beck is by herself,” Jo’s guard retorted. He worked the padlock off a door, dragged Jo into the dark room and threw her to the floor.
 
She heard metal against metal as the guard put the padlock in its place. Before she could move she felt a hard boot on her back. Jo lay still, trying to control her breathing.
 
“Listen to me. When I let you up, you’re to stand and remove your clothes. It’s dark, so I can’t see you, but I can hear you, even feel you if I’m forced to.”
 
“Why do I need to take off my clothes?” Jo’s voice trembled.
 
“Because I told you to. If you don’t, Mrs. Becker will tear them off, and your sentence will increase to thirty days instead of two.”
 
I’m glad Maggie told me what they did to her. I don’t want to spend extra time down here. She undressed and called out to the guard. “My clothes are off.”
 
A rough hand touched her stomach. “Hand them to me one at a time.”
 
Jo obeyed. She felt the rough hand travel over her body.
 
“Good. Now, hand me the blanket. It’s on the straw mattress.”
 
Jo felt around until she found the mattress and the blanket. She handed the corner to him.
 
“Okay. Sit on the mattress. At one end you’ll find the chamber pot. If you kick it over, you’ll live with your mess for an extra day and clean it up before being released.”
 
Jo heard the sound of metal against metal and felt a cool draft as the guard left her cell. She heard the familiar sound of rats and mice scrambling around.
 
She got on her knees, crossed herself and began to pray, “Saint Brigit, Nana Kennedy, I be needing your help! Please!!”
***

Author Notes Thank you Angelheart for the use of your image, "The Damned Anonymous Meeting."


Chapter 25
Post Chapter Nine - Part Four

By c_lucas

CHAPTER NINE- PART FOUR
NEW YORK ORPHAN ASYLUM
JANUARY 1879
 
End of the last post:  Jo heard the sound of metal against metal and felt a cool draft as the guard left her cell. She heard the familiar sound of rats and mice scrambling around.
 
She got on her knees, crossed herself and prayed, “Saint Brigit, Nana Kennedy, I be needing your help! Please!!”
**
The naked child’s mind filled with images of the old woman she called “Nana-Grandmother.” Child, it be a terrible fix yeh be finding yerself in, but Brigit has a reason for it. She be letting me visit for a while, but yeh need ta be on yer own.
 
A very soft light filled the damp cell and a pink mist floated over the child. The Irish dialect enhanced the feeling of warmth flowing through Jo.
 
“Why is this happening to me, Nana?” she asked and waited for thoughts to come to her mind.
 
Cailin, yeh be Brigit’s sword and must be tempered before yeh can be heping others.
 
“Tempered?” An image of a twig followed by an image of a tall snarled Oak tree filled her mind. “You mean to become stronger?” Jo felt an increase of her nana’s energy flowing through her.
 
Aye, child. Yeh will protect those weaker than yeh and have a knight to hep yeh.
 
A rat squeaked at Jo’s foot. She looked down. “This will be my knight?”
 
Her nana chuckled. Brigit be a maker of jokes. A wee knight for a wee cailin. What will yeh be calling him?
 
In the soft light, Jo stroked the rat and picked it up. “I’ll be calling him ‘Sir Rudy.’”
 
As yeh grow older, yer knight will be bigger and stronger. Brigit be allowing me to light yer cell this time only. Yeh’ll be th’ only one ta  see it. The rest of yer time, yeh will be in th’ dark.
 
The pink mist dissolved, and Jo felt the cell’s chill. Jo heard the lock being removed and Rudy fled under the mattress.
 
A stout middle-aged woman, holding a torch entered. Jo remained on her knees. The woman put the torch into a holder on the wall. She closed and padlocked the door. “Stand and put your hands against the wall.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.” Jo moved to a corner and placed her hands on the wall.
 
The woman’s rough hands grabbed her shoulders and repositioned her away from the corner. She pressed Jo’s face into the rough stone and kicked Jo’s feet back until the girl was leaning with her weight against the wall. “You’re to receive two lashes. If you cry out or move away from the wall, you’ll receive more. Keep your face against the wall. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes, ma’am.”
 
“You spoke. That’ll make it three lashes. Do you understand?”

Jo nodded without moving her face from the wall, a trickle of blood flow down her chin.
 
“Now, you’re learning.” The woman waited and when Jo didn’t move, she struck the girl’s back with the stiffened rope. Jo bit her lips to keep from crying out. When she didn’t hear anything from Jo, she lashed the girl’s bare butt, adding more force. Jo drew blood when she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
 
The woman's last blow showed the woman's strength,  and landed across Jo's shoulders, catching the girl by surprise, but she remained still.
 
“Ouch! A damn rat bit me!”
 
Jo remained still as the woman struck the floor several times, muttering, as she removed the lock.  The woman guard retrieved her torch. “Stay there until I tell you to move.”
 
The girl remained leaning against the wall. “Thank you, Rudy.”

The rat climbed up her leg, resting on her shoulder, licking the trickling blood.

 
 
Jo leaned against the wall and dozed. Rudy, having stopped the flow of blood, remained on her shoulder. It jumped to the floor and under the mattress, when the woman unlocked the padlock.
 
The girl awakened, but remained in her position. She became fully awake when the woman guard poured water on her back, causing it to sting.
 
“Ouch! Damn rat!” The woman cried out again and again as Rudy climbed her leg, biting her as he traveled.
 
Jo heard the rattling of the padlock, as the woman hurried to escape from the cell. The door opened and slammed shut. Jo heard the click of the padlock, followed by an unidentified noise.
 
“You won’t get any dinner until you catch that damn rat and throw its dead body through the feed door.”
 
“Ma’am, how can I do that when you have me leaning with my face against the wall?” Jo worried her question would lead to more punishment.
 
“Get off the damn wall and find that blasted rat!”
 
“I’ll catch him for you, ma’am.” Jo stood and leaned against the wall. She felt Rudy climbing her leg and reached down to grab him. The girl stroked the rat’s back. “Thank you, Sir Rudy. I’m afraid we'll go hungry tonight.”
 
The pink mist returned. Jo got an image of her nana Kennedy holding a dead rat by the tail and throwing it out the feed door. Yeh’ll be having yer dinner, me cailin. Call out and let yer jailor know you caught the rat.
 
“Did yeh killed the rat to hep me?” A scene filled her mind of a street she did not know. Dead rats and people covered the streets. “Mammy told me about the ‘Black Death’."  Mrs. Becker screams bounced off the walls. "Won’t she think she’ll get sick because Rudy bit her?"  Jo got an image of her nana laughing.
**
 
Jo became wide awake when she heard someone unlocking her cell. Hunger pains were a painful reminder that she did not get her portion of bread and water. Rudy jumped off her chest and disappeared.
 
Two people bearing bright torches entered the cell, placing them in holders on the wall. One carried a twenty-four inch stool.
 
The naked nine-year-old held an arm across her face to ward off the glare of the torches. She sat up, conscious that the whip lashes on her back didn’t give her any pain. She flexed her shoulders.
 
“Come here,” Mrs. Griffin demanded. “The doctor needs to examine you.”
 
Shocked that one of her visitors was a man, Jo got up and slowly walked toward them.
 
“Hurry up, girl. We don’t have all night. Dr. Cohn has to examine every child down here for rat bites.”
 
The man lifted her onto the stool. “Please stand still.”
 
Jo stood still as the doctor checked her body. “No bites. She’s has three bruises on her back.”

“Three?” Mrs. Griffin grabbed Jo’s arm and turned her around, causing her to almost fall off the stool. “Stand still.”
 
“Jo Wiley. I’m trying to, ma’am.” She got her balance and stood still.
 
“Still playing your little game!”
 
“Jo Wiley. What game is that, ma’am?”
 
Dr. Cohn laughed. “Have you had any schooling?”
 
“Yes sir, two grades. First grade at the Catholic’s School and second grade at Nana Sullivan’s School.”
 
“Touch your head and pull your ears before answering me.”
 
“Why are you down here?”
 
Jo touched her head and pulled her ears. "Mrs. Griffin thought I was making fun of her when I obeyed her and said my name before I spoke to her. My mother taught me to curtsey to show respect to an adult. Mrs. Griffin thought I was making fun of her when I asked the meaning of two words she used. I was just following what Aunt Heather taught me. If I didn’t know the meaning of a word, I was to ask.”
 
“What words did you not know?”
 
Jo touched her head and pulled her ears. “Humorous and mocking.”
 
“Okay, you can stop touching your head and pulling your ears. Humorous has several meanings and mocking mean making fun of some one. Used with mocking, humorous would mean being disrespectful.  Were you trying to be disrespectful to Mrs. Griffin?”
 
“No sir, she said to always tell her my name before I spoke to her. Then she slapped me when I asked what the words meant.”
 
“You’re going to believe that child over me? I know when someone is being serious and when they’re being disrespectful.”
 
“It’s what you didn’t know that caused the misunderstanding on your part. Jo was reared in a Catholic family and taught to show respect at all times. She will do what she's told to do without question.” The doctor didn’t seem to be worried over the expression on Mrs. Griffin’s face. “Would you please go get her clothes? She will leave here immediately.”
**
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Author Notes Thank you, Lndslmn for the use of your image, "Shadow Girl."
Irish Dialect
Nana Kennedy-Mid wife who delivered Jo.
Saint Brigit-Celtic warrior goddess
Pink mist-represents positive energy
Cailin/cailin -Irish for young girl
Nana - Granny
Yeh - you
Yer - your
Yerself - yourself
Ta - to
Th'- the


Chapter 26
Chapter Ten - Part One

By c_lucas








CHAPTER TEN. PART ONE
NEW YORK ORPHAN ASYLUM
MARCH, 1879

Ending of the last chapter:
“You’re going to believe that child over me? I know when someone is being serious and when they’re being disrespectful.”
 
“It’s what you didn’t know that caused the misunderstanding on your part. Jo was reared in a Catholic family and taught to show respect at all times. She will do what she's told to do without question.” The doctor didn’t seem to be worried over the expression on Mrs. Griffin’s face. “Would you please go get her clothes? She will leave here immediately.”

***
Jo fell into her duties with Maggie’s help.  Their group had three different monthly duties, one month of cleaning, the next month of kitchen duty and the last month of laundry.
 
Soon, Jo worked the hardest of any member in her group. The evening quietness was disturbed by the sounds of cats catching mice and of rat traps going off. Saint Brigit, please keep Rudy safe. Her mind was filled with images of the rat safe and sound under the mattress in her old cell.
 
Being the shortest of her group, Jo couldn’t work at things requiring height. She helped another short girl, ten-year-old Melinda, mop floors and empty chamber pots.
 
When on kitchen detail, they cleaned the dining room and the tables. She frequently saw Johnny but did not speak to him. When he didn’t show up, she assumed he was in the dungeons.
 
The laundry detail was the most difficult for Jo and her friends. They often scalded their hands with the hot water and struggled with the damp clothes, taking them to their assigned clothes line.
 
The only thing good about the laundry detail, it was outdoor work in spring and summer. They worked in groups of four under the watchful eyes of the laundress, Mrs. Vincent, a short-heavy-set woman in her thirties. Two of the bigger girls would clean the clothes and Jo and Melinda would rinse and hang them.   They had to use small ladders to do the latter.
 
 
“Did you hear what happened to Scorpion?”  Melinda asked, as they carried two chamber pots to be emptied and cleaned.
 
“I haven’t heard anything since I been here.” Jo held her pot against her hip and opened the door.
 
“Some inmates bashed her head in and killed her.”
 
“Why?”
 
“She had beaten up one of their friends and put her into the infirmary.”
 
Jo held the door opened with her foot and shifted the chamber pot to her left arm. She crossed herself. “May she find the peace in Heaven she never found on Earth.”
 
Melinda stopped and stared at her. “Why are you praying for her? She tried to kill you, but you crippled her first."
 
“I did not want to fight her, but she insisted. She was soft in the head.” Jo pushed open the door with her back. “I wished her no harm.”
 
 
**
“Bring me some more water,” Johnny whispered to Jo as she walked past him doing her kitchen duties.
 
“You know I can’t,” Jo whispered back. “One glass per person. Since you just got out of the Dungeon, you only get a half glass.”
 
“You’ll be sorry. Just wait.”
 
Jo forgot about the threat as the days passed. She was reminded while on the lower floor cleaning off an end table. He knocked over a vase of flowers and walked on.
 
Jo stared at him just as Mrs. Griffin walked into the room. “Be more careful, or you’ll find yourself back in the cell.” She continued on her way.
 
“Yes, ma’am.” Jo cleaned up the mess.
 
“Why didn’t you tell her that Johnny knocked it over on purpose?”
 
“She would have claimed I was lying and throw me back in a cell. Liars get two days and four lashes. She blames me for the trouble she got into over the first time.” Jo looked at Mrs. Griffin climbing the stairs. “She would really love a reason to send me downstairs.”
 
Several weeks later, Mrs. Vincent sent Jo inside and told her to have a nurse look at her scalded hand.  The girl went downstairs and someone grabbed her from behind and struck her on the head with a heavy object, stunning her.
        
“I’ll teach you to disobey me,” Johnny’s voice filtered through her mind.
 
Jo tried to fight back, but he held her into a choke hold until she passed out. She woke up, naked and hurting, especially in the lower part of her body. She closed her eyes.

Johnny, fully-clothed, sat on her bare chest. He struck her with an opening hand until she opened her eyes. “You snitch on me and I’ll make you pay.”  He stood, stomped on her stomach and left.
 
Holding her stomach with one hand, Jo gathered her clothes with the other.  She went into a dark room and dressed leaning against a wall.  When she finished she stood, took one step and passed out.
 
Jo came to and heard movement in the larger room. By feel, she found a large crevasse and slipped into it. Shortly a light came on and she heard movement. It took her a little while, but her eyes adjusted to the light. Girls came in with wash boards, and other items used for washing.  Soon the light was turned off and she heard the door shut. Jo sat down and fell asleep.
 
The beaten girl didn’t know how long she slept, but Jo felt pain all over her body when she tried to get up. She edged over to where Melinda and someone else had stored the two short ladders. She opened one and climbed it, feeling for the light bulb.  She had to move the ladder several times before she found the cord with the bulb on it.
 
She found the chain switch and pulled it. Once her eyes adjusted, it didn’t take her long to find the stack of pipes in the corner. She chose one about the length of her elbow to wrist, slipped it inside her torn dress, and held it in place with her left hand.
 
Turning the light off and replacing the ladder proved to be easier than finding them in the first place. She eased back in her hiding place and fell asleep.
 
Jo woke up with less pain than she had earlier. She slipped out of the storage room and into the larger room. From memory, she walked to the foot of the stairs. The girl sat on the stairs and edged her way up the steps without making them squeak. With her back against the door, she stood. Jo heard footsteps on the other side of the door and froze.
 
She strained to hear and made out the sound of an opening and closing of a door. He’s gone to the Dungeon.
 
Jo knew her door only needed a key on the outside. The inside had just a latch that could open the door by twisting it. She eased the door close and kept to the wall as she slipped around to the boys' stairs. The girl placed her weight on the edge of the stairs and climbed.
 
She hurried to the open doorway and stopped.  She moved to the other side and spied a male guard, sleeping in his chair, leaning against the wall. The walled gas lights flickered on low.
 
Jo sneaked passed the guard and started checking the beds for Johnny. Half way down the third row, she spotted him. He was sleeping facing her. She sneaked around behind him and checked her grip on the metal pipe.
 
She tightened her grip with her left hand and freed her right hand. Jo tapped him on the shoulder. “Remember me, Johnny.”
 
“What?”….
 
Jo gripped the pipe with both hands and swung with all her might, connecting with his nose and upper teeth.
 
Johnny's scream woke everyone. Jo’s next two blows were to his bent elbows.  She raised it as high as she could. A heavy weight knocked her off her feet, but she rebounded and brought the pipe down on his right shin.
 
Johnny screamed louder than before.
 
Jo’s attacker gained his feet and ripped the pipe from her hand while the other arm trapped her against his leg.
 
“Let me go! I’m going to kill him!”
**
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Author Notes Thank you, Lndsmn for the use of you r image, "Shadow girl."


Chapter 27
Chapter Ten - Part Two

By c_lucas











CHAPTER TEN PART TWO
NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
MARCH, 1879
 
Ending of the last Chapter: Jo snuck past the guard and started looking at the beds for Johnny. Half way down the third row, she spotted him, sleeping facing her. She sneaked around behind him and checked her two-handed grip on the metal pipe.
 
She tightened her grip with her left hand and freed her right hand. Jo tapped him on the shoulder. “Remember me, Johnny.” She renewed her grip.
 
“What?”….
 
Jo swung with all her might, connecting with his nose and upper teeth.
 
Johnny's scream woke everyone. The next two blows were to his bent elbows as he reached for his face.  She raised the pipe as high as she could. A heavy weight knocked her off her feet, but she rebounded and brought the pipe down on Johnny’s right shin.
 
Johnny screamed louder than before.
 
Jo’s attacker gained his feet and ripped the pipe from her hand while the other arm trapped her against his leg.
 
“Let me go! I’m going to kill him!”
**********************************
“Settle down!” the guard ordered, tightening his hold on her and looking at the juvenile spectators. “One of you get Mrs. Griffin and another get the nurse.”
 
Jo waited for the guard to loosen his grip, feeling the pipe tucked under his belt.
 
The guard loosened his hold to turn Jo around. 
 
She surprised him by stomping on his foot, snatching the pipe and swinging it at Johnny's head.
 
The guard blocked her swing and got control of Jo. He saw her battered face and ripped bloodied clothing. “Did Johnny do that?” Jo nodded. “I don’t blame you for wanting to kill the little bastard….”
 
“What’s going on here, Mr. Petersen?” Mrs. Griffin demanded.
 
“It’s just a matter of revenge,” the night guard answered hugging Jo. “Johnny went too far this time.”
 
“What is she doing up here?” Mrs. Griffin asked, getting her first look at Johnny.  “My God! Did she do that?”
 
“I went to relieve myself and she snuck in while I was busy.”  He turned Jo around to face Mrs. Griffin.
 
“Did Johnny do this?”
 
“Jo Wiley. Yes, ma’am. I scalded my hand and Mrs. Vincent sent me to see the nurse. Someone attacked me in the basement hallway. When I woke up, I was naked and Johnny was on top of me. He warned me not to tell, then he stood, stomped on my stomach and left.”
 
A nurse in her uniform came in.
 
“Take this child to the infirmary, check her out, and treat her left hand. Then keep her locked in the solitary room until I get there,” Mrs. Griffin ordered. “Send me another nurse and the first floor guard.” She turned to the night guard. “Shackle his ankle to the bed. You boys, get back in bed!”  
 
The guard released his grip and the nurse put her arm around Jo. “Let’s take care of your wounds and get some fresh clothing.”
 
Jo stared at Johnny without responding.
 
Mrs. Griffin walked over to them and placed a hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Go with the nurse.  She’ll treat you, get you cleaned up, and give you fresh clothing. I’ll be down to talk with you, later.”
 
Jo, surprised at the softness in the matron’s voice. looked up.  “Jo Wiley. Can I kill him first?”
 
“You don’t have to tell me your name each time you speak to me. As much as you want to, I can't let you kill him. Go with the nurse. We'll talk about Johnny when I come to see you.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.” Jo left with the nurse.
 
The nurse led her to a screened off area of the infirmary. “My name is Miss Kent. I’ll be giving you a bath after I check you out, but first I want to clean and bandage your hand.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.” Jo held her hand out.
 
“Sit in the chair and let me warm some water. Is your hand hurting?”
 
“Yes, ma’am, but what Johnny did hurts more.”
 
“I know, but I’ll take care of the hand first. Then I will check you out and give you a bath. Once you’re clean, I’ll treat your other wounds.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.”
 
Jo remained quiet as the nurse went about her business. At the end, the nurse dressed her in a cotton nightdress and led her to a single bed in a small room. Jo fell asleep as soon her head touched the pillow.
**
 
The sound of voices awakened Jo, but she remained still, faking sleep.
 
“Did the police arrest Johnny?"
 
Jo recognized the nurse’s voice.  The sound of the second voice almost caused her to sit up.
 
“No. Several of the boys swore Johnny was with them all day,” Mrs. Griffin said with a voice full of sarcasm. “It’s her word against his, but her actions tells me she knew her attacker. She is quite an amazing little girl.”
 
Jo appeared to wake up when Mrs. Griffin kissed her forehead. “Jo Wiley. The police didn’t arrest Johnny?”
 
“She's quite the little actress.” The nurse chuckled. “She had me fooled. I thought she was asleep.”
 
Mrs. Griffin smiled. “She had me fooled, also…Jo, tell me from the beginning what happened.”
 
Jo related her story again, ending with, “I woke up and Johnny was on top of me, slapping me. He warned me not to tell, then stood up and stomped my stomach.”
 
The nurse intervened when Jo finished. “Stand up and take your gown off, Jo.” Mrs. Griffin closed the door.
 
When Jo stood before them, the nurse pointed out the many bruises in the pelvic area and her neck. She ended with the bruise in Jo's stomach area. “I found semen mixed with blood in her vagina. It looks like Johnny raped her more than once.”  
Mrs. Griffin turned her attention to Jo.  “Get dressed and lie back down.”
 
“What's going to happen to Johnny?” Jo slipped on her nightdress and returned to her bed.
 
“At the moment, he is shackled to his bed. Dr. Cohn is tending to him. Besides his facial injury, Johnny has two bruised elbows and a bruised left shin bone.”
 
“I wish I had hurt him more, like he hurt me.”
 
Miss Kent chuckled as she tucked Jo in. “I think you have put him in plenty of hurt.”
 
“So do I,” Mrs. Griffin stood. “I’ll wait until the policeman has talked to you before I decide his punishment.”
 
Someone knocked lightly. The nurse opened the door. A policeman tipped his hat. “Is the young lady awake?”

Mrs. Griffin stepped forward. “Yes, she’s awake…Jo, a policeman would like to talk to you.”
 
Jo sat up and looked at the policeman. “Why aren’t you taking Johnny to jail?” She stood up with the blanket around her shoulders.
 
The policeman eyebrows rose. “This little girl did that much damage to the boy? He has to be three times her size.”
 
“Won’t you have a seat?” Mrs. Griffin pointed to the chair vacated by the nurse and sat back in her own chair.
 
“Thank you, ma’am.” He sat and stretched out his long legs and turned to the child. “What is your name?”
 
Jo curtsied. “Jo Wiley. What’s yours?”
 
“I’m Officer Brennan. Would you tell me your side of the story?”
 
Jo looked at Mrs. Griffin, who nodded. Once again she told her story.
 
The policeman listened, interrupting occasionally to ask a question. While maintaining eye contact, Jo answered each question clearly and truthfully.
 
When Jo finished, the policeman glanced at Mrs. Griffin. “Would you like to add anything, ma’am?”
 
“Johnny Dayton has been a troublemaker ever since he came here a few months ago. He bullies anybody who won’t stand up to him. I understand he has tried to bully Jo, but he wasn’t successful. There are several questions unanswered, but I will get to the bottom of this.…Do you have anymore questions?”
 
“Excuse me, I would like to show you something before you leave,” the nurse interjected.
 
The two other adults looked at her without speaking. The nurse stepped over to Jo. “Would you mind if I showed the policeman your injuries?”
 
Jo glanced at the nurse and at Mrs. Griffin, who gave a slight nod. She dropped her blanket and pulled her nightgown over her head.
 
The nurse closed the door and stepped to Jo’s side. “Do you have any questions, Officer?” she asked as she placed her arm around the injured girl.
 
With cold eyes, he stared at the bruises and cuts, then softened his look. “I have a daughter about your age.  I can’t arrest Johnny. You be careful around him, promise?”
 
“I’ll be real careful, sir.” Realizing she wasn't going to get any help from the police, Jo started planning her own revenge.
**
 

 
 
 

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Chapter 28
Chapter Ten - Part three

By c_lucas












CHAPTER TEN PART THREE
NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
MARCH, 1879
 
Ending of the last chapter:
 
Jo glanced at the nurse and at Mrs. Griffin, who gave a slight nod. She dropped her blanket and pulled her nightgown over her head.
 
Nurse Kent closed the door and stepped to Jo’s side. “Do you have any questions, Officer?” she asked as she placed her arm around the injured girl.
 
With cold eyes, he stared at the bruises and cuts, then softened his gaze. “I have a daughter about your age.  I can’t arrest Johnny. You be careful around him, promise?”
 
“I’ll be real careful, sir.” Realizing she wasn't going to get any aid from the police, Jo started planning her own revenge.
**
 
The adults left the room. Jo slipped on her nightgown and went back to bed.
 
Nurse Kent returned and tucked her in. “I will wake you when the doctor comes. Mrs. Griffin has retired for the evening."
 
“Did Officer Brennan leave?”
 
“Yes he did. You get some rest until the doctor comes. I’m going to be at my desk and I'll leave the door open."
**
 
Miss Kent greeted Dr. Cohn and stood. “I'll bring her to the examining area."

The doctor nodded and continued to the screened off section. A few minutes later, the nurse joined him with Jo in tow.
 
“Do you remember Dr. Cohn, Jo?”

Though her eyes were blurred from lack of sleep, Jo answered, “Yes, ma’am, I do.” She nodded at the doctor and reached for the hem of her nightdress.
 
“Let’s wait until it’s time to do your exam. I have a few questions for you.” The doctor placed his hands under Jo’s armpits and lifted her to a sitting position on the table.
 
Nurse Kent went to her writing desk and took out a pencil and a pad of paper.
 
“What is your name?” the doctor asked.
 
“Jo Wiley.”
 
“Okay, you don’t have to repeat your name, Jo. In your own words, tell me what happened between you and Johnny.”
 
Jo took a deep breath and began relating her story, again.
 
Nurse Kent started writing on her pad....

“Johnny stood and stomped on my stomach, then left.”
 
Dr. Kent directed his next question to the nurse. “What kind of shoes do the boys wear during the day?”
 
“Same as the girls. They have leather shoes when doing their chores and slippers at night.”
 
“Johnny claimed his leather shoes were stolen the last time he was in the Dungeon,” Dr. Cohn replied.
 
“Excuse me for a moment.” Nurse Kent went to another area of the infirmary and returned holding a hand-printed form. She handed it to the doctor. “As you can see, Johnny was wearing his leather shoes when he entered the cell and he wore them when he left two days later.”
 
Dr. Cohn handed her the form back. “It’s time for the examination.” He lifted Jo to a standing position on the table.
 
Nurse Kent helped Jo to remove her nightgown. Then she sat back at the writing table.
 
Dr. Cohn set his black bag on the table and pulled out a few measuring devices, including a cloth measuring tape. He started by measuring the bruises on Jo’s face and neck. Nurse Kent recorded the measurements on her pad.
 
When he overlooked an area, the nurse would remind him. He spent more time with the bruise on Jo's stomach and the cuts and bruises in and on her vagina.
 
When he finished, he treated Jo and started dictating instructions to the nurse.  He administered the cleansing and application of ointments on Jo’s face, neck and arms, while continuing to dictate.
 
Toward the end, he had Jo lie on her back, separate her legs and raise them at the knees, then turned to the nurse. “Use a twenty-five per-cent silver nitrate solution until the healing is complete. Do you have any questions concerning my instructions?”
 
Nurse Kent stood and shuffled the papers in order. “No, sir. I’ll have your copy in the morning.”
 
“Good.” He turned his attention to Jo and raised his eyebrows.
 
“Does this mean Johnny is going to jail?”
 
“I’m afraid not, but I’m sure Mrs. Griffin will be handing out some punishment. If you obey Miss Kent, you’ll be healthy in no time. Avoid any more fights with Johnny.”
 
The doctor bade the nurse good night and kissed Jo on the forehead. “Remember, obey Miss Kent and you’ll heal in no time. I’ll check in on you tomorrow night." He left.
 
Nurse Kent warmed some water and added the mixture Dr. Cohn ordered. “Raise your hips and hold still.”
 
“This will burn for a few days. When it stops burning, you’ll be healed. Keep your hips raised.”
 
Jo raised her hips and bit her lower lip when the nurse released the solution.
 
“Good girl. We’ll let the solution work its magic, then I will drain it.”
 
“Yes, ma’am,” Jo said through gritted teeth. She kept her hips raised and soon noticed the burning sensation lessened.
 
“Okay, hold it in until I get you on the floor. Then squat over the chamber pot and release the liquid and your urine.”
 
“Urine, ma’am?” Jo asked.
 
 “Your waste water.”
 
“Okay, ma’am.”
 
“Now, I’m going to put some cotton in you. If you notice you are bleeding, I’ll change it.”
 
“All right, ma’am.”
 
Nurse Kent changed Jo’s nightdress and led her to the bed. After kissing Jo’s forehead, the nurse lit a small candle. “I need to lock your door. If you need anything, knock on the glass and I’ll open the door.”

 
 
A new nurse unlocked Jo’s door. “I’m Nurse Payton. I will be your daytime nurse.”
 
“I’m Jo Wiley. Will Nurse Kent be back this evening?”
 
“Nice to meet you, Jo. Yes, Nurse Kent will be with you this evening. Mrs. Griffin will visit with you around ten this morning. Right after breakfast, I will continue Nurse Kent’s treatment.”
**
 
Jo opened her eyes when she heard the sound of a key in the door lock. Mrs. Griffin entered and locked the door behind her.

The girl stood and curtsied. “Good morning, ma’am.”
 
“Good morning, Jo. How are you feeling?” Mrs. Griffin sat in the only chair in the room.
 
“Much better, ma’am.” Jo remained standing until the woman motioned for her to sit on the bed. She sat on the side of the bed with her hands in her lap, maintaining eye contact with Mrs. Griffin.
 
“There is little doubt that Johnny raped you, but neither you nor I can press charges. As you know some of Johnny’s friends claim that Johnny couldn’t attack you because he was with them the whole afternoon.  To make matters worse, Johnny is claiming you attacked him without cause.”
 
“Do you believe that, Mrs. Griffin?”
 
“I believe Johnny is guilty as Hell. Nurse Kent and Dr. Cohn faced him this morning and got him to admit his shoes weren’t stolen.” Mrs. Griffin smiled.  “Do you remember Nurse Kent placing a thin piece of paper on your stomach and tracing the imprint of the boot?”
 
“Imprint?” Jo asked.
 
“The bruise from Johnny’s stomping your stomach.”
 
“Yes, ma’am, she did….May I ask you a question? You have protected me ever since Dr. Cohn had me touch my head and pulled my ear.”
 
“What is your question, child.”
 
“Have you ever been raped?”
 
Mrs. Griffin jumped up, unlocked the door and locked it after she went through.  Jo remained on the bed with her hands in her lap. I wonder why she got angry with me.
 
Several minutes later, Mrs. Griffin and Nurse Payton entered the room and the nurse locked the door. Mrs. Griffin reclaimed her chair and Nurse Payton sat on the bed, placing her arm around Jo.
 
Mrs. Griffin cleared her throat. “You’re pretty direct in asking your questions. I’ve taken the liberty of asking Nurse Patton to join us.”
 
"My husband took liberties with me, but not in the way you’re thinking. Under our laws, a husband cannot rape his wife. She must do anything he wants her to do, within reason. The husband controls his wife and children.”
 
“Why?” Jo asked.
 
“Why, indeed. The wife and her children live under the husband’s roof,” Nurse Payton answered. “Wasn’t it that way with your mother and father?”
 
“Mammy said that Father would beat her when the Divil’s Brew controlled him.  My Uncle Conor wouldn’t let him beat me.”
 
“I wish I had an Uncle Conor,” Nurse Payton said. “My father and brothers use to beat me anytime they wanted to.” She squeezed Jo around the shoulders. “Johnny is not related to you, so he can’t beat you. What he did to you is called rape, but it is hard to prove it in a court of law.”
 
Jo stared at Mrs. Griffin. “Did your husband beat you when he was drunk?”
 
“He beat me anytime he wanted to and made me do whatever he wanted me to do. That’s why it is best for you not to make Johnny mad at you. The Court would be on his side.”
 
“Is that why you won’t punish Johnny?”
 
“I can’t punish Johnny without punishing you, also.”
 
“But you punished me before Johnny ever attacked me.”
 
“I don’t plan to punish you anymore unless you attack Johnny.”
 
“Do you plan to attack Johnny?” Nurse Patton asked.
 
“Not at the moment,” Jo answered.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you Angel Heart for the use of the image, "Forgotten"


Chapter 29
Chapter Eleven - part one

By c_lucas











CHAPTER ELEVEN – PART ONE
NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
JULY, 1879
 
End of the last chapter: Jo stared at Mrs. Griffin. “Did your husband beat you when he was drunk?”
 
“He beat me anytime he wanted to and made me do whatever he wanted. That’s why it is best for you not to make Johnny mad. The Court would be on his side.”
 
“Is that why you won’t punish Johnny?”
 
“I can’t punish him without punishing you, also.”
 
“But you punished me before Johnny ever attacked me.”
 
“I don’t plan to punish you anymore unless you attack Johnny.”
 
“Do you plan to attack Johnny?” Nurse Patton asked.
 
“Not at the moment,” Jo answered.
**
 
Jo and Johnny were not allowed to be on the main floor at the same time. Mrs. Griffin gave Jo the first hour and Johnny the second. After a couple of months, she lifted the restriction.
 
The two young people settled into an uneasy peace. Soon, Johnny began his frequent trips to the Dungeon. He bullied the younger or smaller children, but left Jo alone.

 
By the end of summer, Jo’s hard work fooled most of the adults into believing she had overcome her attack. She spoke to Johnny with a soft voice and always helped her crew members with their chores.
 
Maggie, the team leader, became one of the first girls to join Jo’s rebellion. She held up a pair of Johnny’s freshly washed pants. “It would be a shame if this missed the rinse water. The detergent would give Johnny a horrible rash.”
 
“I best go take care of their rinsing right now. I wouldn’t want him to get a rash.” She waited until Mrs. Vincent became distracted and hurried to her clothesline. In seconds, she hung the pants and returned to pick up some rinsed clothes. She and Melinda hung the clothes as fast as they could, hiding the unrinsed pants by placing rinsed clothes around them.
**
 
Three weeks later one of the older girls accosted Jo with the message that Mrs. Griffin wanted to see her in her office.
 
Jo knocked on the inner door and waited for the command to enter. She stepped inside. “Jo Wiley, you sent for me, ma’am?”
 
Mrs. Griffin frowned. “I was hoping you would leave Johnny alone. Did you sabotage his laundry?”
 
“Sabotage?” Jo looked at Mrs. Griffin, who waited for her to answer.
 
The matron took a step toward Jo and stopped. “Do you know what sabotage means?”
 
“No, ma’am, I don’t.” She waited for Mrs. Griffin’s response. “What does it mean, ma’am?”
 
“It means to make life difficult for someone else by working against them.”
 
“When it happened to you, did you forget about it, ma’am?”
 
“That has nothing to do with this!” Red-faced, Mrs. Griffin stared at Jo.
 
“Didn’t you want to get revenge on your husband?” Jo stood still, knowing Mrs. Griffin had reached her boiling point.
 
For several minutes they stared at each other without speaking.  Mrs. Griffin blew air out of her mouth. “Will you promise me that you’ll leave Johnny alone?”
 
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I plan to kill him if I can.”
 
“You know what you are making me do?”
 
“What’s that, ma’am?”
 
“I don’t want to order your whipping, but I can’t let you defy me.”
 
“Defy, ma’am?”
 
“Follow me!” Mrs. Griffin left the room with Jo in tow. She stopped in front of Miss. Payton’s desk in the infirmary.
 
The nurse stood, glanced at Jo and focused on Mrs. Griffin. “What can I do for you, ma’am?
 
“Is the private room vacant?”
 
The nurse nodded. “I sent Johnny back to his cell an hour ago.”
 
“I need a bucket of warm water and two cups of detergent, please. Then join us in the private room.”  She turned and walked over to the private room with Jo following her. The matron closed the door and pointed for the girl to sit on the bed.
 
Mrs. Griffin sat in the chair, ignoring Jo, until a knock interrupted the silence. “Enter.”
 
Nurse Payton entered, holding a bucket of soapy water. She ignored Jo and turned her attention to Mrs. Griffin. “I have what you asked for, ma’am.”
 
“Lock the door and undress Jo. Check her for any cuts or abrasions.” She rolled up her sleeves and placed Jo’s clothes in the water and left them to soak.
 
“She doesn’t have any cuts or raw spots, ma’am,” Nurse Payton reported.
 
“See that she dresses after she wrings out her clothes. You and Nurse Kent are to see that her clothes remain damp for the next twenty-four hours. When they begin to dry out, she is to put them into the bucket, wring them out and put them back on. She is to be given freedom of the infirmary and the small room. Keep her busy. After twenty-four hours, her clothes can dry, but she will wear them until I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”  She glanced at the nurse, who nodded, and then gave Jo a piercing stare.

Jo nodded, picked up a towel and began drying the floor. She accepted her punishment of a severe rash without comment.
**
 
Two weeks later, after striking Johnny’s recovering face and head with a broom stick, Jo made her second visit to the dungeon without any lashing ordered. Sir Rudy, her protective rat, kept her company.
**
The sound of the cell door being opened awakened Jo. and Rudy ran under the mattress. Rough hands grabbed her and covered her mouth. Jo, thinking Johnny has gotten into her cell, tried to fight back.
 
Rudy bit the assailant on the wrist and was sent flying against the stone wall. Jo’s attacker left her long enough to stomp the rat.
 
“Leave Rudy alone!” Jo screamed and the attacker stuffed a dirty cloth into her mouth, grabbed her hair and slapped her.

“You keep your damn mouth shut!” He punctuated his warning by striking her breasts and stomach. Tiring, he threw her on the bed.
 
Though she was dazed, Jo tried to fight him off while he undressed. Her attacker proved to be too big for her.
 
When he finished, he dressed. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
 
Jo heard the sound of metal against metal as he unlocked the door and left. She crawled around the floor until she found Rudy’s body. The bruised and battered girl lay cradling her protector’s body against her chest, stroking it.
 
She stroked the dead rat and refused to call for help. Her new attacker was bigger than Johnny. She remembered Mrs. Griffin’s warning about the court being on the man’s side.
 
 
Nurse Payton sent for Mrs. Griffin as soon as she saw Jo’s face. The girl stared off into space and stroked her little dead friend.
 
“What happened to you?”  Mrs. Griffin caught sight of the dead rat. “Get rid of that awful thing….Who did this to you?” 
 
Jo continued to stroke Rudy. “He killed Rudy, who was only trying to protect me.” She looked at Mrs. Griffin with unseeing eyes.
 
Mrs. Griffin looked at the nurse. “Clean her up the best you can. I’ll send for Dr. Cohn. Get rid of that beast. Throw it into the trash.”
 
“NO!” Jo clung tighter to the dead rat. “Rudy’s my friend. I’ll bury him.”
 
Nurse Payton hurried out of the room and came back with a small cardboard box filled with cotton. “Put Rudy into the box.  Tomorrow, I’ll help you bury him, but I need to clean you up, today.” She pulled some of the cotton out.
 
Jo looked at the box and then at the two women and settled her eyes on Mrs. Griffin. “Would you help me bury him, too?”
 
Mrs. Griffin glanced at the nurse and grimaced. “If you want me to, I will. I know he was your friend.”
 
Jo kissed the rat’s nose and placed him into the box. The nurse placed the handful of cotton over the rat and interlocked the top edges. She handed the box to Jo, who clutched it to her breast.
 
“Now, I have two bastards to kill,” Jo said, her usually soft voice hard and cold. She cradled the box in her arm and started humming a lullabye.

Author Notes Thank you, Angelheart for the use of your image, "The Forgotten."


Chapter 30
Chapter Eleven-Part Two

By c_lucas




CHAPTER ELEVEN – PART TWO
NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
JULY, 1879
 
Ending of the last chapter:  “NO!” Jo clung tighter to the dead rat. “Rudy’s my friend. I’ll bury him.”
 
Nurse Payton hurried out of the room and came back with a small cardboard box filled with cotton. “Put Rudy into the box.  Tomorrow, I’ll help you bury him, but I need to clean you up, today.” She pulled some of the cotton out.
 
Jo looked at the box and then at the two women and settled her eyes on Mrs. Griffin. “Would you help me bury Rudy, too?”
 
Mrs. Griffin glanced at the nurse and grimaced. “If you want me to, I will. I know he was your friend.”
 
Jo kissed the rat’s nose and placed him into the box. The nurse placed the handful of cotton over the rat and interlocked the top edges. She handed the box to Jo, who clutched it to her chest.
 
“Now, I have two bastards to kill,” Jo said, her voice hard and cold. She cradled the box in her arm and began humming a lullaby.
**
 
Jo, in her own world, hummed a lullaby to her friend lying dead in the cotton-filled box. She ignored her meals and any questions directed to her.
 
Nurse Kent replaced Nurse Payton and soon gave up trying to converse with Jo, who would not release her grip on the cardboard box. Miss Kent conversed quietly with her nursing friend, concerned about Jo’s condition.
 
“You can’t prove a thing, you bitch!”  Two uniformed police officers struggled with a staff member, who had his hands shackled behind him.
 
“The fresh rat bite on your wrist is all the proof I need!” Mrs. Griffin kept her distance, but followed the men out of her office. The two nurses stepped out of the room to witness the disturbance.

When Jo heard the male’s voice, she set the box on the bed and darted between the nurses, running to the nurse’s desk.
 
“Jo. No!” The nurses gave chase.
 
Without slowing down, Jo grabbed a pair of pointed scissors, twisted out of Nurse Kent’s grip and raced toward the three men.
 
Mrs. Griffin hurried to cut the girl off.  Jo dodged her and raised the scissors over her head. “You killed Rudy!” She was about to strike the imprisoned man when the senior police officer grabbed her raised hand and yanked her off her feet.
 
He wrapped his arms around the struggling girl and wrestled the scissors from her grip. The nurses took control of Jo.
 
The prisoner broke the other officer’s grip and started running toward the door. The surprised officer gave chase and kicked the escapee’s feet out from under him. With his hands cuffed behind him, the prisoner lost his balance and sprawled on the floor, smashing his face. Blood shot from his nose and mouth.
 
Free of Jo, the senior police officer hurried to the fallen prisoner and kicked him between his legs. The other officer kicked the prisoner in his ribs. “The only place you’re going is to jail, bastard!” The younger officer delivered a kick to the back of the prisoner’s head, then jerked him to his feet.
 
Jo quit struggling with the two nurses and things settled down. Mrs. Griffin waved her hand and the employee-spectators went back to their jobs.
 
The senior officer glanced at Jo,who glared at him, then addressed Mrs. Griffin, “That’s one tough little lady.”
 
“She has had a tough life,” Mrs. Griffin commented. She turned toward Nurse Kent. “Give her a shot, put her to bed and lock her door. We’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Nurse Payton picked Jo up and carried her to the small secure room.
**
 
 
The following morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Griffin led a group of adults and Jo toward the back fence of the orphanage. Jo held Rudy’s box in one hand and a small utility shovel in the other. The director stopped a few feet from the fence under a medium size oak tree.
 
Nurse Payton addressed Jo, “Would you like me to dig the hole?”
 
Jo stared at everybody and shook her head. “No, I’ll dig it if you hold Rudy. Thank you for the box and cotton.” Jo held the box out to the nurse.
 
The nurse accepted it. “You’re welcome.”
 
Once Jo finished digging the small hole, placed the box in it, and sprinkled some dirt over it, she stood to one side and waited. The adults looked at each other.
 
Nurse Kent picked up a handful of dirt and sprinkled it over the box.  “You were a true friend to Jo, Rudy.”
 
Nurse Payton glanced at the girl, retrieved some dirt, and let it sift through her hand onto the box. She glanced at Jo's tearing. “You’ll be missed. Rudy.” She placed her arm around Jo and hugged her.
 
Mrs. Griffin stood still for a few minutes, bent and picked up a small amount of dirt and dropped it on the box. She dusted off her hands.
 
“Are you going to say something, ma’am?” Jo asked.
 
“Rudy, you helped to identify Jo’s attacker.”
 
“Thank you ma’am.” Jo took the shovel, filled the hole and packed the dirt. She held the shovel by her side and looked at the three adults. “Rudy was a true knight who gave his life for me….Thank you for coming.” She started walking back to the main building. Soon Mrs. Griffin took the lead, followed by the two nurses with Jo bringing up the rear. Before entering the building, the girl glanced back at her friend’s grave, and began humming her lullaby.
**
 
Jo spent two weeks in the infirmary and slowly regained her senses. At first, she nibbled at her meals, but began to eat more and more. Whenever she could, she received permission to visit Rudy’s grave. She returned to her bed in the dorm and her work crew, but all was not right in her world. Her thoughts were on Johnny.
**
    To be continued.
 
    Note to my readers:
 
It was my intentions to finish “An Orphan Named Jo,” before my surgery, but it is not to be. My surgery is set for 7/8/13 to reconstruct my left shoulder and arm, the latter which was fractured somehow without my knowledge. My primary doctor told me “Since you have lived in pain most of your life, you did not recognize the break.” (That’s as good an answer as any.)
 
The main reason for this surgery is to remove a bone growth in my left rotor cup, which is pinching nerves every time I move my arm and to rebuild my left shoulder. Plus, to rebreak the arm and let it heal properly. This is not a life threatening surgery, but it will take several weeks to get the use of my arm and shoulder back.
 
In that I will be seventy when I have the surgery, I will be placed in a nursing home for three weeks during rehabilitation, then I will be under home nursing care for another three months. I do not expect to be on Fan Story during this time.
 
After all is said and done, the surgery will relieve some pain and will do nothing to improve my bone disease. I was born with it and will carry it to my grave. 
                     Thank you for your understanding,
                              Charles “Lucas” Greene
 
 
 
 

Author Notes Thank you, Angel Heart,for the use of your image, "One Last Look."


Chapter 31
Chapter Twelve,

By c_lucas














(NOTE--THIS POSTING IS IN ERROR ON MY PART AND WILL NOT BE PROMOTED.)

31CHAPTER TWELVE-PART ONE-PART TWO
NEW YORK ORPHAN SOCIETY
JULY, 1879

Ending of the last chapter: Jo spent two weeks in the infirmary and slowly regained her senses. At first, she nibbled at her meals, but began to eat more and more. Whenever she could, she received permission to visit Rudy’s Grave. She returned to her bed in the dorm and her work crew, but all was not right in her world.

 
One of the older girls walked up to Jo. “Mrs. Griffin wants you at her office.”
 
Jo followed the girl without speaking. She knocked on the office door and waited for the command to enter. A strange woman sat in front of the desk, facing Mrs. Griffin.
 
“Jo this is Mrs. Swartz of The Children's Aid Society. She has found members of your family.”
 
“You found Nana Sullivan?” Jo’s heart skipped beat.
 
The woman exchanged glances with Mrs. Griffin. “No, but two of your father’s brother’s have contacted us from Kansas. They would like you to come live with them.” The woman fumbled through her oversized purse and handed Jo’s two tin-types; the first Jo had seen of the new-fangled metal pictures.
 
Jo studied the one of a woman and man stiffly facing the camera. The woman held a baby in a long flowing Christening gown. Tears began to form as she recognized her mother. That's Mammy holding a baby … the baby is me. That’s the mean man who stole me from her.
 
A further glanced at the male dried her tears.  She faced her thumb over his face. “Where did you get this?”
 
Mrs. Swartz ignored her question. “Do you recognize anyone in the other picture?”
 
Jo, held on the first picture and looked at Mrs. Swartz. "Can I keep this?"
"You can in a moment. Do you know any of the men in the second picture?"
 
There were three men in work clothing standing by an old train engine. Jo studied the picture. "The one in the middle looks like my father, but he is younger." Are those two men my uncles?
 
Jo pointed to the image in the center. “I’ve never seen him cleaned and dressed up before, but I know him. "He's my father. Mammy told me about him when he came to our flat. He’s a very mean man. Dadio Sullivan stopped him from beating me and my mammy."
 
The woman frowned at Jo. Then smile. "You proved the other two men are your uncles." She turned the second picture over and pointed some scratchings on it. We have found two of your father's brothers living in Kansas. They want you to come live with them."
 
"I never met them." They're strangers to me. "How do you know they are my uncles?" Jo looked up at her, not knowing what was expected of her.
 
"Can you read what it says on the back of the picture?"
 
Jo shook my head. "No ma'am. I never learned to read."
 
"It says, 'The Wiley Brothers, 1869.'" She smiled. "The other two are your uncles who will love and take care of you. Do you want both of these pictures?"
 
"Just the one with my mother in it. I don't care about the other one."
 
"Maybe you'll learn to care about your uncles when you meet them." She handed me both pictures.
 
Jo stared at the image of her mother holding her. Why did you have to leave me?
 
Mrs. Swartz cleared her throat and I turned my attention to her. "I will be taking a group of orphans to Kansas and if you want to come with us, you'll be welcome."
"Will there be children my age?"
"There will be boys and girls of all ages. I am sure you will make friends. It'll be a three day trip and we will have our own car."
 
Jo looked down at the dress I'd worn for almost a year. "I don't have any clothes to wear on such a trip."
 
"I will pick you up, along with a few others, the day before we leave. You'll be given a bath, checked by a doctor, and given new clothes."
 
"Will you be taking Johnny with us?" She looks surprised.
 
"I don't have a 'John' or 'Johnny' on my list."
 
Smiling, Jo felt good about the trip. "I would be happy to join you, but what if I don't like my uncles?"
 
"If that becomes the case, you will stay with me. I am sure a smart young lady, like you, will get along with anybody."
 
Good, she doesn't know what I did to Johnny after what he did to me.
 
Jo was happy when she found out Melinda would be riding on the Orphan Train with her.
 
“I wished Maggie would come with us.” Jo kicked at the ground with her right foot.
 
“She wants to go up north, A family has asked for a girl who can work with young children,” Melinda responded. “At least you will be with members of your family.”
 
 
Three days later, Jo and Melinda, plus three other children were picked up by Mrs. Swartz. She arrived in an open wagon pulled by two horses. The driver was an elderly man who ignored the children. He dropped everyone off at a worn out building. Jo heard a train whistle, but could not see the train.
 
Several women and older girls were waiting inside. “Line against the wall with your partner.” Mrs. Swartz called out.
Jo left Josephine’s side and walked over to Melinda. Their hug was interrupted by an angry Josephine.
 
“You are to stay with me.”
 
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Jo gripped Melinda’s hand and stared at Josephine..

Author Notes Thank you Angel Heart for the use of your image "Yes We Can."


Chapter 32
Chapter Twelve Part Two

By c_lucas








CHAPTER TWELVE PART TWO
NEW YOUR ORPHAN SOCIETY
September, 1879
THE ORPHAN TRAIN
 
END OF LAST CHAPTER:  Several women and older girls were waiting inside. A teenage girl walked up to Jo. "Hi, I'm Josephine and I'll be your partner. You'll need a bath and new clothes."

Jo shook her hand and curtsied. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you." She spied Melinda several feet away.

“Line against the wall with your partner,” Mrs. Swartz called out.

Jo left her partner’s side and walked over to Melinda. Their hug was interrupted by an angry Josephine.
 
“You are to stay with me. We don't have much time.”
 
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Jo gripped Melinda’s hand and stared at Josephine.
******
 
Mrs. Swartz walked over to them. “Is there a problem?”
 
“You told me to look after Jo and she walked away from me.”  Glaring at Jo, the teen girl, showed her displeasure.
 
“You’ll have to stay with Josephine.” The woman glanced at Jo and Melinda holding hands.  “You can visit with your friend, later. Right now, you need to bathe and put on your new clothes; let Josephine help you.”
 
“Can she help us both?” Jo gripped Melinda’s hand tighter.
 
“I’m afraid not. There is too much to be done.” She looked at Melinda. “Where is your partner?”
 
“I don’t have one, ma’am.”
 
Mrs. Swartz nodded at Josephine. “When you finish with Jo, would you come for Melinda? We’re rushed for time."
 
“Yes, ma’am,” Josephine answered. She took Jo’s hand and started to walk off.
 
Jo stopped and pulled her hand free. “Ma’am, if you are rushed for time. Let Melinda come with us. We won’t cause Josephine any trouble.”
 
Mrs. Swartz glanced at Josephine, shrugged, then nodded. “Okay, but the first time you hold her up, or give her any trouble,  you’ll have to come back and wait until Josephine is finished with Melinda.”
 
“Fair enough, ma’am, thank you.” Jo took Melinda's hand and offered Josephine her free hand. The teenaged girl took it and led them to a private area. “The first thing you need to do is to take a bath and have your hair cleaned.”
 
Much to Josephine’s surprise, the two girls bathed each other and washed each other’s hair. She wrapped towels around each, checked their heads, and motioned for them to follow her to another partitioned-off wall.
 
Ten minutes later the girls, were dressed in clean clothing and standing in line, waiting to be checked by the doctor and dentist.
 
Afterward, Josephine sat Jo on a stool and trimmed her hair. When she finished with Melinda, she sat them, with other cleaned children, on rough-hewed benches against the front wall.
 
Jo and Melinda sat quietly holding hands for courage. Two women started down the bench, pinning on each dress or shirt, a small sign telling the child’s name and a number. As one woman issued a number, the other recorded it by the name in the book. They came to Jo.
 
“What’s your name?”
 
“Jo Wiley.” The woman holding the book put her finger on the page and turned back to  the beginning. She checked the roster and looked at the other woman. “Number only, she being picked up at Cawker by her uncle.”
 
The other woman scratched on the badge and pinned it to Jo’s dress. They moved on.
 
Melinda waited until the two women moved on. “They put my name and a number on my badge, but they only put a number on your badge.”
 
“What number did they give me?” Jo tried to turn the badge, so she could read it, but failed.
 
“You’re number thirty-seven and I'm number thirty-six,” Melinda informed her. Their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Swartz blowing a whistle.
 
“Okay, we’ll be sleeping here tonight and getting on the train early in the morning. Please line up so you can receive a basket with your name or number on it. Boys go over there behind the curtain. Girls stay on this side of the curtain. Everyone, take your basket, which has personal items in them. You will be taking the items, but leaving the baskets.”
 
“I need to use the outhouse,” Melinda said to Josephine.
 
“Okay, I’ll take you,” Josephine glanced at Jo. “Do you need to use the outhouse, also?” She received a nod. “Okay, they’re out back. Hold hands and I’ll take you.” She held Melinda’s hand and took the two girls behind the building.
 
Two outhouse structures set a distance apart from each other.   A woman and young girl exited one set. The woman took a small bucket of white powder and went back in. Josephine led her charges to where the little girl waited.
 
The woman returned just as Josephine arrived. “I wish all the toilets were as fresh as this one.” She smiled at the newcomers, took the little girl’s hand and returned to the main building.
 
“How come these don’t smell as bad as the ones at the orphanage?” Jo asked.
 
“They use lime to cover the waste,” Josephine answered. She led Jo and Melinda to the first two and used the third one herself.
 
When they came out, Josephine pointed to the filled bucket. “Take one and cover your mess” They put the empty buckets with the others. On the way back to the building, Josephine stopped them at the pump and filled a larger bucket.  “Take the bar of soap and wash your hands. The towels are dirty, so shake your hands until they are dry."
 
Once back inside the building, Josephine instructed them how to load their bags leaving the metal plate, cup and spoon and fork until last. Then she held onto Jo’s hand and pointed to the children lining up against one wall. “Melinda, stand with those children.”
 
 Mrs. Swartz made some adjustments. She had the girls grouped together in one line and the boys in another line. In both lines the children were aligned from the shortest to the tallest. 
 
“Now, boys and girls, this is the way I want you to line up at each stop. The people will want to touch you and to check you out. If anyone is improper with you and touched you where you don’t want to be touch, please let me know.”
 
“Okay, ladies, now it’s your turn.”  Josephine had Jo sit on the bench and joined the other adults.
 
Mrs. Swartz smiled at the nervous children. “We’re going to play a game. Pretend these ladies are wanting to adopt one of you. Be polite, smile and answer their questions truthfully.”
 
The children settled down after a while and joined in. One of the women walked up to Melinda. Jo jumped up and started toward them.
 
Mrs. Swartz intercepted Jo. “I need you to sit on the bench and just watch.”
 
“I don’t want Melinda to be chosen. I want her to stay with me.”
 
“I know, dear, but your uncles only want you. Melinda will have to find her own new parents. You want her to be happy, don’t you?”
 
Jo turned away from Mrs. Swartz and stared at Melinda who was paying attention to the lady questioning her.  Jo lowered her head. “Yes, ma’am, I do.” She returned to the bench.
 
The adults worked with the children until supper time.
 
While Mrs. Swartz was resting and sipping on a glass of ice tea, Jo, followed by Melinda, approached her. “Ma’am, why didn’t you have me line up?”  She stepped back and reached for Melinda’s hand.
 
”You have already been spoken for. Your uncles will be picking you up in Cawker. We’ll be there in three days.” She smiled at the girls. “I don’t blame you for being scared. You both will have new families before this trip is over.”
 
It was on the afternoon of the second day when Melinda found her new parents. Jo ran over to the window and saw her in the back of a wagon. The two friends waved goodbye and stared at each other until the wagon was out of sight.
 
Jo had an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She sat alone on her bench as the train started moving and hugged herself as tears rolled down her face.

****
Evil Eddie is playing with my URLs
You may have to cut and paste to the Address bar

www.orphantraindepot.com

Orphan Trains National Museums

https://www.google.com/search?q=Orphan+Train+Riders&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&rlz=1I7GGLL_en&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=8hM2Utu8PMOniQKv5IHIDA&ved=0CDUQsAQ&biw=1024&bih=539&dpr=1

Images of the Riders of the Orphan Trains

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcSyP6_3j3w
Orphan Train Movie- 19th century full length movie

Author Notes Thank you, Donkeyoatey for the use of your image, "Lonely Bench."

Note to new readers: The prologue has a synopsis of the chapters to date.



Chapter 33
Chapter Thirteen -- Part one

By c_lucas







CHAPTER THIRTEEN – PART ONE
 
JULY, 1869
 
CAWKER, KANSAS
 
JO’S UNCLES
 
Ending of the last chapter: It was on the afternoon of the second day when Melinda found her new parents. Jo ran over to the window and saw her in the back of a wagon. The two friends waved goodbye and stared at each other until the wagon was out of sight.
 
Jo had an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She sat alone on her bench as the train started moving and hugged herself as tears rolled silently down her face.
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The young girl remained quiet. She sat on the bench, staring out the window without seeing any of the flat landscape. At the many stops, she did not watch the children as they were selected. Mrs. Swartz sat down beside her, but Jo continued her blank stare out the window.
 
“The next stop will be Cawker. Your uncles will be waiting for you. Do you have any questions?" She stared at the emotionless child.
 
“No, ma’am. I will go with them.” Jo turned and faced her. “Thank you, for all you have done.”
 
“You’re welcome, child. I'm sure you will be happy with your uncles.”  She placed her arm around Jo’s shoulders, pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead.
 
Jo leaned into her without speaking, or reacting.
 
“Wait here until I come and get you.”
 
“Yes, ma’am. I will.”
 
Mrs. Swartz gave her shoulders another squeeze, stood and walked to the back of the car.
 
Jo returned her vacant stare out the window. Then she crossed over to watch the children line up. The train stopped at Cawker, Kansas, and she stared at the group of adults interested in adopting a child. She didn’t see two men together in the small crowd. I wonder where my uncles are.
 
Mrs. Swartz addressed the group thanked them for their interest in adopting a child. Strangers gawked at Jo, but she ignored them. The children were prodded and asked all types of questions. A few of the kids were chosen. Those not chosen returned to the train and waited. There was very little conversation.
 
“Jo, would you come here, please.” Mrs. Swartz motioned for her from the back of the car. Jo walked toward her, looking at the two men behind the woman. “Yes, ma’am?”
 
“Joann, these are your uncles, Devin and Steven Wiley. Gentlemen, your niece, Joann.” Jo curtsied. “Hi.”
 
“Hi, right back at you," the older man said, tipping his hat.
 
Mrs. Swartz led everybody to a small table outside.
 
"Do you, gentlemen, promise to take care of your niece, Joann?" Mrs. Swartz sat at a small table outside the railroad station. She stared at the uncles until they answered.
 
"As if she was our very own daughter," said the tall one, who was Uncle Devin.
 
"She has no clothes. I am authorized to give you ten dollars to buy whatever she needs." She placed a yellow piece of metal, with fancy drawings on it, on the table.
 
The younger man picked it up and bit it before putting it in his pocket. "We'll do that right away, ma'am."
 
Mrs. Swartz dipped a pen into the inkwell and had the two men put their marks on the adoption papers. "You have custody of your niece, Joann. About every six months, I will be asking about her." She stood and held her arms out for Jo, who stepped into her hug.
 
She kissed her above the eyes. "Enjoy your new family, Joann."
 
"I will try," Jo promised. She really cares about the children.
 
 
Everything went well at first. Jo’s uncles got her a new dress and undergarments. Uncle Steven took her to the school house, where she became a member of the first grade. It was too far for her to walk to and from school, so her Uncle Steven took her to school and picked her up afterward.
 
On her return trip, Mrs. Swartz visited the farm and admired her new dress. She approved Jo’s bed and the curtain which gave her "privacy."  The next day she left on the train and Jo’s uncles placed a brown jug on the table.
 
I've never seen a jug like that before, Jo thought as she brought each of them a bowl of stew.
 
The uncles began to whisper whenever they were in the house. Once, as she returned from using the outhouse, she overheard part of their conversation.  
 
"Wait until after the Sheriff visits," Uncle Devin said. Steven noticed her and grabbed Devin's arm. They kept quiet as she walked past them into the house.
 
What's their big secret? Jo wondered, but ignored them.
 
They followed her inside. She started cutting up some vegetables for their evening meal.
 
"Steven tells me you're doing good in school. How do you like it?"
 
She looked at Uncle Devin. He's never been interested in my schooling before. Why would he start now? "I like it fine."
 
"Good. We are expecting the Sheriff to pay a visit. If he asks you about the school, tell him what you told me." Devin took a drink from the brown jug and wiped his whiskered chin with the back of his hand.
 
Jo wondered how they knew the Sheriff was going to visit but did not comment on it.
 
Two days later, Jo looked out the window as a strange man rode into the yard. Steven, who was working in the garden near the house, greeted him, "Howdy, Sheriff, what brings you out here?" Devin came from the barn and walked toward their visitor.
 
"Morning, Steven & Devin. I received a wire from a Mrs. Swartz asking me to check up on your niece."
 
"Get down, Joann is in the house preparing dinner." Devin smiled; Steven appeared to be nervous.
 
When Jo saw the sheriff get off his horse, she walked over to the stove and stirred the stew. Then she placed an extra bowl and spoon on the table along with a glass of water. She turned around and stared when the three men entered.
 
"Joann, this is Sheriff Decker. He wants to ask you some questions."
 
Jo wondered why her Uncle Devin sounded so friendly. She curtsied and welcomed their visitor. She noticed the tall man had a large rope of hair under his nose and a very big gun belted on his side. Why would the sheriff want to talk to me? I haven't done anything. Is he going to take me to another juvenile home? She felt her stomach tighten. Jo used a hook to remove the pot off the fire and set it on the small cutting table.  She brought each a bowl over and filled it. Then she placed a large loaf of uncut bread on the table.
 
Uncle Steven sat down at his regular place and motioned for her to join him. She turned and brought the butter crock over and set it by their visitor. Then she sat in her usual chair and looked up at the Sheriff. "What kind of questions?"
 
Uncle Devin sat beside her and reached over to get his glass of water and bowl of stew.
 
What's going on? That's not his seat. Jo kept her eyes on the visitor.
 
Sheriff Decker chuckled. "A no-nonsense young lady, you get right to the point. Thanks for the vittles." He blew on his first spoonful and tasted it. “Pretty tasty.” After finishing, he leaned back in his chair and smiled.
 
Jo ate part of her dinner and tried to smile back at him but she felt anxious. Is he going to take me away and lock me in a dark room? His first question surprised her.
 
"How do you like living with your uncles? Are they nice to you?"
 
"I like them. They are real nice. Uncle Steven takes me to school and picks me up afterward. Uncle Devin watches over me and teaches me things like cooking and house-cleaning. He won't let me near the animals. He's says he doesn't want me to get hurt."
 
The sheriff stared at Uncle Devin, as if waiting.
 
"She's never been on a farm before. Some animals can be dangerous if you aren't familiar with them." Devin placed a protective hand on Jo’s shoulder
 
Uncle Devin's answer seemed to please the sheriff. He asked Jo a few more questions, which she answered with confidence. Finally, he stood. “Thanks for the vittles, but I must be getting back to town.” He glanced at her. "If you ever need me, I'm in the courthouse. It's that big building across from the school. You gentlemen best mind your p's and q's." He left the house, got on his horse and rode away.
 
Why would I need the sheriff? Jo wondered. Why did he warn Uncle Devin and Uncle Steven?
 
Uncle Steven's face lost its color. "He could be trou …"
 
"Don't worry about him. He won't be back for months." Uncle Devin glared at her. "Don't you think you need to clean up, here?" He walked outside with Uncle Steven following him.
 
Why would they be worried about the sheriff visiting us? Jo wondered. She started clearing off the table.
 
 
Several days after the sheriff left, things changed for the worse. One evening, Uncle Devin finished eating the food she fixed. He had a funny look on his face when he glanced at her. "You haven't had a bath since you've been here."
 
Neither have you or Uncle Steven. Jo thought but answered, "No, sir, I haven't."
 
"Well, get some water in a bucket, use the soap and wash yourself; undress first." He grinned when he glanced at Uncle Steven.
 
"You want me to undress here?" She didn't like their grins.
 
"That's what I said. We're family, so it doesn't matter if we see each other naked." Uncle Steven pushed the brown jug that they'd kept hidden from the Sheriff, toward him and Uncle Devin took a big swallow.
 
I haven't seen either of them without their clothes, and the only time they've seen me without my dress on was when I sleep in my bloomers. She stared at them.
 
Uncle Steven took the jug back and brought it to his lips. After he took a big swig, he lit one of his smelly cigars.
 
Her Uncle Devin grabbed her arm. "Do what I told you, get naked, or do I have to undress you myself?"
 
He sounds angry.  I only have two dresses and I don't want him tearing this one. She started unbuttoning her dress.
 
The two men drank from the jug and snickered as Jo removed her dress.
 
“Keep going.” Uncle Steven rubbed his hands together.
 
"Shouldn't I draw some water first?" She folded her dress and laid it on her chair.
 
Uncle Steven took a big puff on his cigar. "You're supposed to get the water after you get naked."
 
Soon, Jo stood before them in her birthday suit. She tried to ignore them and picked up the bucket.
 
"Put the bucket down and come here!" She jumped at the sound of her Uncle Devin's snarling voice.
 
"I thought you wanted me to wash myself." His glare made her feel uneasy.
 
"Never mind that foolishness. Get your ass over here!"
 
When she didn't get close enough for him, he grabbed her arm and jerked her closer.
 

Author Notes Thank you randrphotos for the use of your image. "The House next door 2."


Chapter 34
Jo: Chapter Thirteen - Part Two

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong sexual content.









AUGUST, 1869
 
CAWKER, KANSAS
 
Ending of previous chapter: "Shouldn't I draw some water first?" She folded her dress and laid it on her chair.
 
Uncle Steven took a big puff on his cigar. "You're supposed to get the water after you get naked."
 
Soon, Jo stood before them in her birthday suit. She tried to ignore them and picked up the bucket.
 
"Put the bucket down and come here!" She jumped at Uncle Devin's snarling voice.
 
"I thought you wanted me to wash myself." His glare made her feel uneasy.
 
"Never mind that foolishness. Get your ass over here!"
 
When she didn't get close enough for him, he grabbed her arm and jerked her closer.
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Devin held Jo’s wrists over her head with one hand and tried to violate her with the middle finger of his free hand.
 
Jo struggled to free herself, and Devin backhanded her. “Be still, damn it.”
 
Jo felt uneasy and frightened when Devin forced his finger into her and wiggled it around. Jo winced. He turned toward Steven. "I'll be damned. She's been poked before. See for yourself.”
 
Jo tried to get away, but Devin held her wrists tight, pulled his finger out and struck her, again.  “I told you to be still.”
 
He turned toward his younger brother. "Go ahead. See for yourself."
 
Uncle Steven puffed his cigar until it got bright red and leered at her.
 
He's going to burn me!  Jo started to scream, but stopped when Devin slapped her.
 
Steven laughed, put his cigar in his mouth, and pushed his middle finger into her. He wiggled his finger, enjoying her discomfort. "You're right. Somebody has already done broke her in."  He giggled, pulled his finger out and turned his head toward Devin. "Can we flip to see who's first?"
 
Jo broke free and tried to run, but Devin grabbed her hair and her feet left the ground. He slapped her several times. 
 
"Girl, you been servicing others, so it won't hurt you to give some to me and Steven." He held her hair, and dragged her to her bed. "Now keep your mouth shut and do your womanly duty." He dropped his pants, displaying his stiff manhood.
 
Jo tried to get free. They want to do what Johnny and the night guard did! She struggled unsuccessfully.
 
Devin struck her with his fist, stunning her, and threw her on the bed. He lay on top of her and covered her mouth with his.
 
His whiskey breath caused Jo to gag, and she bit her lips to keep him from putting his tongue into her mouth.  She quit struggling and lay still when he forced his manhood into her.
 
Jo felt the warm flow of his juices almost immediately. He collapsed on her, suffocating her. She could barely breathe. Finally, Devin pushed himself up and glared. "You still need some training, girl, but there's plenty of time." When he got off her, Jo tried to get up, and he struck her again with his fist. "Lay there and be nice to Steven."
 
Dazed from the blow, with blood seeping from her split lip, Jo didn't fight Steven. His manhood was smaller and his invasion hurt less than Devin’s. After a couple of thrusts, he ejaculated.
 
Jo felt relieved Steven didn’t take long, nor hurt her as much as her uncle Devin did. From that night on, they kept her tied to her bed and abused her with fondling and intercourse. 
 
In the mornings, they untied Jo and forced her to fix their breakfast. She wasn’t allowed to get dressed.  Steven tied a rope to her ankle and the other end to a table leg. He laughed as he teased her with his cigar.
 
A few days later, Devin left for town. Steven tied her spread-eagled to her bed, stuffed a dirty handkerchief in her mouth and burned her repeatedly until his manhood stiffened, then took his satisfaction.
 
Devin returned with a package and pulled out his hunting knife. He pricked her several times before chopping off her hair. He enjoyed using the last three feet of his whip on her. Soon, the lashings and burnings became a daily affair.
 
Jo quit begging and crying. She let her anger build. I’ll get even with them and cut their things off. From that time on, she wore boy’s clothing and refused to respond to Steven’s cigar, or Devin’s whip.
 
Jo worked all day and had to put up with her uncles at night. When she stopped responding to the burnings and lashings, they showed their anger at her rebellion. The burnings lasted longer and Devin swung the front end of his whip harder.
 
To make things easier for them, the uncles only tied an end of a short rope to one of her ankles and the other to the foot of the bed. It made it easier for them to brutalize her, but it helped Jo to sleep better.
 
While they were using her, she thought of ways to abuse them. Most of the time she thought about getting away from them. Her chance came on a night with a bright moon out.
 
Jo noticed her uncles were drunker than usual when they came to her. She wiggled her hips when Devin mounted her.  She made the noises he wanted and was relieved when it didn’t take too long. She moved her face to one side so she could breathe when he collapsed onto her.
 
Steven kept his pants on, but opened the small buttoned area and pulled his soft member out. He burned Jo’s chest and she bit her lips to keep from screaming. Once he was aroused, he entered her and quickly ejaculated. Jo lay still because it never took him long.  She felt something cold by her left leg and reached down to it. That's his folding knife. She slipped it under her mattress and waited for him to stagger off.
 
Jo waited anxiously for her uncles to fall asleep. She waited a while longer after she heard their snoring. The girl retrieved Steven’s folder and locked it in place. It didn’t take long to cut through the rope on the bed post.
 
Realizing her mistake of not cutting through the knot at her ankle, Jo started sawing away at it. In her haste, she cut herself.  The young girl slowed her action and cut underneath the cumbersome knot. She was ready to get out of bed when she heard movement and froze.
 
One of her uncles got up and walked outside to relieve himself.
 
She lay there, watching the door through squinted eyes. It seemed like forever before the door opened, and Steven stumbled back in, stopped and stared at her.
 
Fear controlled her and she didn't move. Does he know I have his knife? Jo held her breath until he went back to bed.  At the sound of his snoring, Jo carefully started sawing at the knot without cutting herself again. It took longer, but she completed the job. As quietly as she could, she dressed in her boy’s clothing and put on her shoes.
 
The barred door stood between her and freedom. I have no way to put the bar back. Several minutes were spent looking around the moonlit room.

The windows would creak if I tried to open one. I’ll have to leave through the door.  Easing her way to the door, she lifted the bar and leaned it against the wall. When she got outside, she picked up a small stick from the wood pile and worked it through the wide door handle and the outside wall, wedging the door shut. Now the door won't bang and wake them up.
 
Jo started running toward town. She didn't get very far tiring and slowing to a walk. I need a place to hide. I can't go any further. She left the road, keeping her eyes peeled for a hiding place. I wish I could have taken one of the horses, but I don't know how to saddle one. She fell into a wide, shallow hole and lay in it, too tired to move.
 
 
The sun awakened her. She heard horses. and peeked over the edge of the hole. My uncles! What can I do? There's a house way over there. She bolted and started running toward the house. When she heard the running horses, she ran faster. Jo felt a hand grip the collar of her shirt and lift her off the ground.

Author Notes Thank you, BirdsEyeView, for the use of your image, "Up Up and Away."


Chapter 35
Chapter Thirteen-Part Three

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong sexual content.
























CHAPTER THIRTEEN- PART THREE

Cawker, Kansas

August, 1877

Author Notes Thank you, Angelheart for the use of your image, "Locked behind the walls."

I have been asked if Jo's torture was from my "perverted" mind. The answer is "no" because I hate abuse of any kind. These samples are from my research on abuse and "The Orphan Trains." In fact, the burning and the lashing, are milder examples I discovered. If you are interested, the two searches I used were, "19th century child abuse," and "Orphan Train abuse." The latter was more difficult to uncover because of the spiritual philosophy of the 19th and 20th century social workers. I have gone through my "Emotional Hell" and have a firmer belief that all abusers, fe/males, should be stripped and tied over an anthill and their genitals covered with honey. It has been quite an experience for me. Man's inhumanity to man hasn't improved

To my faithful readers, Jo will be meeting Seth within a few chapters.


Chapter 36
Chapter Fourteen-Part One

By c_lucas

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong sexual content.




CHAPTER FOURTEEN - PART ONE
Westward Bound
 
End of the last chapter: Jo fell to the floor, and the man grabbed her wrist, slung her over his shoulder and climbed down the ladder. He dropped her on her clothes and freed her hands.
 
"Get dressed. Be quick about it!" He left.
 
Jo recognized her Uncle Devin's voice.  A sliver of moonlight entered the barn, but not nearly enough to see properly.
 She sorted her clothing and dressed quickly. The moment she finished tying her high-laced shoes, Devin returned, picked her up and threw her face down across the saddle.
 
She closed her eyes when he slapped her ass. “Stay there.” He mounted and urged the horse into a gallop. Several miles later he stopped and pulled her upright.
 
Jo grabbed the horse’s mane and corrected her seating.
 
“Damn Steven! I had to kill the sheriff. Now, they’re burning the farm, looking for us.” Devin growled, turning his horse and galloping away.
 
Jo didn’t get much of a chance to see the fire. She gripped the mane, hugged the horse’s neck and held on. The girl forgot her pain as Devin raced away.  Where is Uncle Steven?
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When Devin stopped, he jerked Jo into a seated position and pressed a hand on her shoulder. She saw Steven sitting in a wagon, his horse tied behind it.
 
“Let’s make tracks before the posse catches up to us.”  Devin urged his horse to run, and Steven followed. The sky began to get lighter, before they stopped again.  
 
Jo looked back the way they came and saw signs of smoke. Earlier, Devin said someone set fire to the farm. The fire is about burned out. Why would someone set fire to the farm?
 
Steven started loading his horse with guns and things. He untied it from the wagon and struck the mule with a stick. The mule moved a short distant and stopped.
 
Devin freed his whip and lashed the mule on its back. The animal trotted off, pulling the wagon.  He coiled his whip, tied it to his saddle and rode away toward the rising sun.
 
Jo couldn’t see Steven but she heard him yelling for Devin to slow down.

Steven’s pleas were ignored, and Devin kept up the fast pace until he came to a creek flowing the way they were going.
 
He grabbed Jo by her collar, lifted her off the horse and dropped her on the ground. “Get a drink of water and take care of your business. If you try to run off, I’ll shoot you.” He dismounted and led his horse to the water.
 
Jo ran over to the creek and filled her cupped hands and drank as much as she could. She glanced at him and saw him filling a canteen before she disappeared behind some bushes.
 
Steven caught up with them and dismounted. He took a long drink of water while holding his horse by a single rein. He let go of the rein and freed the canteen from the gear tied to the saddle. The horse broke away and began to drink. Steven hurried into the water and grabbed both reins.  He suceeded in freeing the canteen and filled it while holding onto his horse.
 
Devin mounted his horse and glared at Steven. “Mount up and put Jo in front of you. If she jumps and runs, shoot her.”
 
Jo remembered the neighbor Stephen shot. I don’t want him to shoot me. She waited for Steven to get on his horse and held her arms up. He grabbed one and jerked her onto the saddle in front of him. They started riding in the creek.
 
Devin stayed in the creek, using it to hide their trail. When he came to a joining creek going in a different direction, he switched. Jo noticed the sun was over her right shoulder.  After they switched to a new creek, the sun was ahead of her. They rode in the new creek until sundown. Her uncles left the creek and continued until they came to a wooded area.
 
They stopped and Devin tied Jo to a tree before they unsaddled their horses. The two men didn't build a fire and ignored Jo as they ate something from Steven’s saddlebag.
 
Afterwards, they made their beds under the tree on either side of Jo, before Devin untied her. It’s getting cold and I’m hungry. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.
 
Devin gave her his horse blanket and a hard piece of meat. He called it "Jerky." Jo used his canteen to wash it down.
 
"Girl, there are wild animals in these woods. If you go traipsing off, a bear or a wolf will get you. I'm gonna tie the rope around your waist and give you a few feet so you can go behind a tree. If you want to run off, help yourself. A wild animal will get you before we could find you."
 
Just as Devin finished, Jo heard a loud howl. "That's a wolf howling for his friends, so they can go eat." Devin laughed.
 
Jo pulled the blanket around her. You'll have to drag me into those woods. She spent a miserable night needing to go, but not wanting to leave the fire.  Her uncles moved around, never going far from the fire. Jo heard them watering the plants before returning to their bedrolls. When she couldn't wait any more, she hurried behind the tree, did her business and hurried back to the fire.
 

The nights grew colder and somewhere along the way, Jo picked up a fever and things became hazy. She rode in front of her Uncle Devin during the day and her Uncle Steven covered her forehead with a wet cloth at night. Devin bought a canteen strictly for her use.
 
One day, they stopped and made camp in a rocky area. Devin rode off and didn't return until dark. He had several bottles of medicine, and he made Jo drink one. The next morning he gave her another, and she felt a little better.
 
Devin wouldn't let Steven touch Jo. “It's best just one of us touch her in case her sickness is catching. Devin stayed away from her as much as he could. He fed her and dispensed her medication.
 
They stayed for three days, and Jo rested. She drank one of the bottles of medicine in the morning and one in the evening. Soon, she felt her strength returning.
 
Jo was tied to a tree and left at the camp when one of her uncles visited a settlement for supplies. They moved steadily westward. As soon as she was well enough to travel, the tormenting of whipping and burning started anew.  They made sure she lay on a bed of rocks and pebbles. If she complained, they gagged her and larger jagged rocks became her bed. The uncles not wanting her as often became her only relief.
 
The country became rougher and devoid of humans. Eventually, Devin found a deserted, vermin-infested cabin and made it into their permanent camp.
 
The uncles started killing animals and taught Jo how to work the hides of smaller animals, deer, rabbits and such.
 
Jo learned to stake out the skin, let it dry and scrape the excess meat off. If she needed to remove the hair, she made her own lye solution with ashes and urine.
 
She didn’t like it when her uncles urinated on the skin and made her chew it. “That’s the way Injun squaws do it.”
 
Devin laughed. He always checked to make sure she chewed the skin soft and salted it right.
 
It was tiring work. Her jaws toughened from the chewing. Extra chores added to her camp work, increasing her strength.
 
The two men sought ways to use her for their pleasure. Devin taught her how to perform oral sex. She learned to cover her teeth so as not to bite.  It wasn’t long before they used her as a urinal, saying she should be used to the taste.  
 
Steven forced his member deep into her mouth. She clamped down, stopping his flow, and tried grinding her teeth. Before she could do any real damage, he struck her with his fist.  When she released him, he slapped her and stuck a rag in her mouth. He used a whole cigar on her, touching her longer with the glowing tip of his cigar. 
 
Devin hung her from a tree limb and lashed her. “Let this be a lesson to you.” He continued until she passed out. He left her hanging.
 
It took Jo several days to get over her punishment, but she didn't bite anymore. They thought up new things to do to her. The whippings and burnings increased.  Jo began planning her escape, and what she would do to them if she got the chance.
 
One day, Uncle Devin returned from town with a brown jug, which he shared with Steven.
 
Their breath smelled worse when they came to Jo that night.  Devin warned Steven about burning her face, but made no comment when he burned her neck several times. Steven used her mouth for his relief.
 
To Jo’s surprise, he didn’t use her as a chamber pot. He staggered to his bed and collapsed. Soon Jo could hear his snoring. She almost gagged when Devin kissed her, dropped his pants and used her lower body. He didn’t make it to his bed before collapsing.
 
Jo waited to make sure both were asleep and then used her teeth to saw through the ankle knot. She froze when Devin awakened and tried to struggle to his feet. He collapsed, turned on his back and started snoring. The girl gathered the kitchen knife, matches and a small pan. She wanted Devin’s knife and gun, but feared she would awaken him.  There wasn’t a solid door to the cabin, just a bear skin, used as a curtain.

Jo slipped outside. This time I’ll walk.
 

Author Notes Thank you, Anita Colyer for the use of your image, "Wolf by the water."

To my faithful readers, Jo will be meeting Seth within a few chapters.


Chapter 37
Chapter Fourteen, Part two (Freedom)

By c_lucas

37 CHAPTER FOURTEEN-PART TWO
 
ARIZONA TERRITORY
 
ENDING OF LAST CHAPTER: Jo waited to make sure both were asleep and then used her teeth to saw through the ankle knot. She froze when Devin awakened and tried to struggle to his feet. He collapsed, turned on his back and started snoring. The girl gathered the kitchen knife, matches and a small pan. She wanted Devin’s knife and gun, but feared she would awaken him.  There wasn’t a solid door to the cabin, just a bear skin, used as a curtain.

Jo slipped outside. This time I’ll walk.
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The night became cooler, and Jo regretted not bringing her coat. The girl followed the trail that she saw her Uncle Devin use.  She stared at the eyes staring back at her. I need some rocks. She picked up the largest she could handle with one hand. In her search for rocks, she found a large stick. I can use this for a walking stick, and it's heavy enough, so I can swing it if a bear or wolf gets too close.
 
The clouds passed over the moon, leaving Jo in total darkness. She stopped and looked around: the yellow eyes were still with her. She swung her stick to the left side and then swung it toward her right side and hit a tree. If nothing is in front of me, then I’m on the trail. Her progress was slow as she stopped to swing her stick,  until the clouds moved on, and the moon reappeared.
 
She came across another trail wider than the one she was on. Turning to the right, she moved on and found herself with large boulders on either side. A low growl reached her ears, and she hurried along, thankful she was stronger than the last time she tried to run away.
 
The smell of burning wood accosted her nose. I’m near somebody’s camp. A large animal jumped on the trail behind her. Jo picked up a rock and threw it too fast. The rock bounced, ricocheted and struck the animal behind its stomach; howling with pain, it scurried back into the boulders.
 
Relieved she drove the animal off, Jo walked down the trail until a horse whinnied. And she saw movement. A man stood and threw some sticks onto his fire. Forgetting about the wild animals, Jo blended into a bush and waited until the man laid back down. 
 
Several minutes later, she started slowly walking toward the horse, speaking in a very low voice.  The horse stood still as Jo stroked it as high as she could reach. Another scent invaded her senses. Food. Jo looked around, and finally made out the sack hanging from a nearby tree.
 
As quietly as she could, Jo shimmied up the tree and pulled out the kitchen knife. The branch holding the sack was too small to hold her weight. She climbed out on a larger branch, reached out and cut the rope. The bag fell, crashing onto the pine needles below. I hope I didn’t wake him. She waited.
 
Her luck held. Jo climbed down, sat by the sack, and began eating bits and pieces she pulled from the turkey. Several minutes passed as Jo studied the horse, which was looking in her direction. I can’t mount it here, but I know a place where I can.
 
After placing her pan in the bag, Jo gripped the knife tightly and left the bag on the ground. She began to talk very low to the horse as she approached it and was glad the horse stood still when she cut the rope, leaving several feet attached. She wrapped the end of the rope around her hand and led the horse to the sack of food.
 
Jo dropped the knife into the bag and picked it up without letting go of the horse. She walked away from the sleeping man and stopped at the boulders. Closing her fist around the rope and tightly gripping the neck of the bag, she climbed onto a boulder and pulled the horse closer.
 
When she jumped onto the horse, it reared. The girl quickly tightened her hold on the rope and pulled her knees together to stabilize her seat. The animal settled down when it heard her voice. Jo held on to the rope, and rode close to the horse’s neck. Conquering her fears, she rode comfortably.
      
Jo headed back the way she came, always talking to the horse in a quiet voice. The trail to her uncles’ cabin was ahead. Fear gripped her stomach as she approached the trail, and she kicked the horse just behind its legs. The horse continued at the same maddening pace.
 
When she passed the trail, Jo breathed a sigh of relief. She released the tension on the rope, and the horse walked faster, covering several miles. Soon, it tried to veer off into the bush, but Jo fought its attempts. After several minutes, she decided to let it have its way.
 
The horse increased its pace and led her to a small opening through the rocks. Jo's fears were put to rest when the horse entered the tight opening and walked toward a small stream. Holding on to the rope and bag, she slid off the horse.  As they neared the stream, she dropped the bag and drank several handfuls of water, retaining her grip on the rope.
 
“Thank you,” she said to the horse and reached into the bag for the knife.
 
The horse whinnied and began drinking. Jo measured half of the length, cut the rope and sliced the new piece in half. She remembered how her uncles used to tie the front and rear feet of their horses to keep them from straying. She succeeded in doing a fair job of hobbling the horse.
 
Picking up the bag, she turned and noticed the large rock wall. Jo eased her way to it, kicking some rocks away from the wall, and set down with her back against it. The wall has heat still in it. Jo sat the bag in her lap and pulled its length closer to her for a makeshift blanket.
 
 
The horse’s panicked whinny woke her. She heard it coming toward her as fast as his hobbled feet allowed; a pair of yellow eyes followed him. Jo pulled a large rock from her pocket and flung it at the eyes. She heard a “thunk,” and then the sound of the wild animal splashing across the creek. The horse stayed near her for the rest of the night.
 
Eventually, Jo dozed off and awakened the following morning with a need to seek relief. She walked a few feet down the wall and took care of the matter. Returning, Jo noticed the dawning of a new day, which revealed an opening to a cave.  She led the hobbled horse to the creek and brought back some small pieces of firewood. The girl made her fire just inside the cave entrance and satisfied her hunger.
 
Everything was quiet and peaceful. The horse continued to graze and appeared calm. She watched it for a while before taking a burning stick and started exploring the cave. Jo had just entered the darkness when she heard her horse’s whinny answered by another horse. They found me!
 
 
Jo picked up a large rock, dropped her burning stick and picked up a second rock, before she kicked dirt on the stick.  Filled with nervous tension, she started toward the entrance.  I'm not going back with them. 
 
The silhouette
of a man holding a gun filled the entrance. It’s Steven and he’s going to shoot me. Jo threw her rock and took off running. To her surprise, the man stopped, and her rock missed. She dropped the other rock when she tried to transfer it to her throwing hand.
 
He’s in my way. Jo panicked and increased her speed.  She lowered her head, planning to butt him in the stomach, but he stepped to the side and grabbed her. They both fell down, breaking his grip. She jumped up and ran for her life.
 
The man caught her just before the cave’s entrance.  Fighting to get free, Jo bit, clawed and kicked. His strength overcame her, and Jo realized it wasn’t either of her uncles who pressed her to the ground. Who is he?
 
“Whoa, pull in your spurs.”  He held her down by her shoulders.
 
Who is he? She continued to struggle. “Get off me!” To her surprise, he did and she took off again. She didn’t get far before he caught her. She fought harder, but he trapped her hands with one of his and smiled.
 
He's going to do what the others did. Jo tried to buck him off.
 
“If you'll calm down and promise not to run, I'll let you up."
 
He must be the owner of the horse I stole. But he still wants what the others wanted! She tried to spit in his face, but it landed on hers. His smile made her madder. Realizing, that she couldn’t defeat him, Jo stopped fighting.
 
"Are we going to call a truce, or not?"  His attitude made her mad, and she started fighting, again. It didn't last long. He was too strong.
 
"Okay."
 
"Okay what?"
 
"I won't run."  She waited until he started to get up and kicked him between his legs as hard as she could. He lost all interest in her, grabbed himself and staggered backward.  Jo made a dash for his horse.
 
He yelled, "No!"
 
Just as she got her foot in the stirrup, the horse started bucking. Jo landed flat on her back and he grabbed her. The frightened girl tried to free herself, but before she knew it, he had her over his knees.
 
All of a sudden, he stopped. "Who did this?" His question caught her off guard. He lifted her up by her shoulders and turned her to face him.
 
Jo saw the concern in his eyes.
 
"Who whipped and burned you?" he asked in a gentle voice and his look showed compassion.
 
He's not going to whip me, or use me. Jo stared at the tenderness in his eyes, threw her arms around him and bawled. He held her, stroked her hair, and talked softly until she cried herself dry.
 
“My name is Seth, Seth Thompson, What is yours?
 
“Jo. Jo Wiley.” She looked at the tenderness in his eyes. “Why are you being nice to me?”
 
“Is there any reason I shouldn’t be nice to you?” He grinned and stroked her short hair.
 
Little did Jo realize, she’d saved her life by stealing Seth's horse and food.
 
(To be continued in “Trouble’s A’Brewing.)

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