There is a local museum in Akron named Stan Hywet Hall. It is a large Tudor home, built by the Sieberling family back in the early 1900s. Frank A Seiberling founded the Goodyear Rubber and Tire Co. in 1898. Mr. Seiberling built this beautiful home on the west side of Akron (it was actually countryside back then) to be a summer home for his family. I actually grew up in the shadow of Stan Hywet Hall and it has always had a special spot in my heart. When I was young they used to host fireworks on The 4th of July. That was discontinued late in the 1960's. Today, however, they still host crafts shows, antique car shows, The Ohio Shakespeare Company and many other activities on the lawn and in the manor house. Doug and I even attended a madrigal dinner there not to many years ago at Christmas.
I thought this wonderful house would serve well as the setting for a historical novel. I have given the estate in this new story the name Montrose (also a local name, but with nothing of the charm of Stan Hywet). And in a bold and daring move, decided I would post a snippet of the tale.
I would love to hear feedback. I appreciate honesty, not just platitudes, and kindness. Keep in mind that this is a first draft, characters are not well formed as of yet, and there may be (most likely will be) many grammatical errors. I will work through those as I do revisions down the line.
So with a deep breath.....here goes....
Cameron
and his brother stayed close to the storefronts as they walked through
town. A gentle rain had fallen most of
the night and the streets were muddy. A
splash from a passing carriage or trotting horse was likely, and most certainly
unwelcome. Despite the weather from the
night before, the day had turned out fine, with bright sunshine and a soft
breeze. There was a slight chill in the
air, a certain sign of the impending autumn. All in all, it was a perfect way for Cameron to
get out of the manor house and off the estate.
His parents encouraged his visits to town. They saw the time Cameron spent there as a
way to acquaint the people of the area with the heir of Montrose.
Cameron and Brandon both made
cursory bows to those they passed, offering pleasantries with many. Brandon was much better at that than Cameron—the
younger Montgomery boy having inherited their father’s more gregarious nature. Cameron was more like his mother. He loved books, and studying, and anything
that promoted solitary endeavors.
Just ahead the door of the milliner’s
opened and out walked Miss Hilton, a large hat box in her hand. She was just about to turn away from the
brothers, which would have been preferable to Cameron, when Brandon called to
her.
“Miss Hilton,” he said. She stopped, surprised to hear her name, and
turned. Her face lit with a smile at the
sight of the two gentlemen. But as her
eyes met with Cameron’s, they lowered in a flattering blush. He had to agree, she was as handsome a woman
as could be found in Montbridge. He
should be pleased that his parents were promoting a marriage to an attractive
woman. He could do much worse.
“What a pleasant surprise,” she
said, directing her comments to Brandon.
“What brings the two of you into town?”
“I’ve come to pick up a suit at the
tailors. Mother believes that before I
go off to Cambridge, I need a complete new wardrobe. Apparently my other suits are too juvenile
for a future barrister or whatever I end up becoming.”
It always amazed Cameron that there
was never any bitterness in Brandon’s tone when he talked about needing a
career. It always seemed blatantly
unfair to Cameron that he inherited it all, the estate and all its income,
while Brandon would have to earn a living.
Oh, there would be some money to get him established, and even to
purchase some property of his own, but nothing like what went to the first
born. How many times Cameron had wished
they could trade places. He would much
rather be a self-made man, than a gentleman by inheritance.
“Well, as you can see,” Elaina said
as she held up her box, “I have been to purchase a new hat. I saw it in the window last week, and my
father was generous and indulged my sudden impulse for a new hat.” She quickly opened the top of the box to show
off the acquisition.
“It’s perfect,” Brandon said,
coaxing another genuine smile from the girl.
He reached out to take the box from her hands. “You must model it for us.”
Again she blushed. “Oh, you don’t want to see me in it.”
“Of course, we do!” Brandon said,
then, with a nudge to his brother added, “Don’t we, Cameron.”
“We would be delighted,” Cameron
said, although his interest was minimal.
Elaina hesitated for a moment, and then with a tiny hop of excitement
reached for the hat.
“Okay, if you insist,” she said as
she pulled it from the box. The hat had
a wide brim that was covered in tulle, lace, a large ribbon and even a feather
sweeping up one side. Elaina untied the
bonnet she was wearing and placed the new hat gingerly upon her head, tying the
ribbons under her chin. With a small
curtsey, she turned from side to side giving the brothers a chance to admire
her new purchase.
Brandon slipped the soft rope handle
on the box over his arm and began to applaud.
“It’s perfect,” he said. “You are the picture of style and fashion. There isn’t a girl in London who could
outshine you.”
She lowered her eyes, please with
the compliment. Slowly she raised her
gaze to Cameron’s. It was obvious she
was interested in his opinion.
He smiled. “My brother has not misspoken,
Miss Hilton. It is very lovely, just
like the young woman wearing it.”
She took a step back, again averting
her eyes. A slow smile spread across her
mouth. Yes, she was charming.
Brandon handed the box to
Cameron. “Here,” he said, “You hold this
and I will run into the tailor’s and get my suit while Miss Hilton switches
hats again.” He smiled at her and then
departed down the street.
“I must seem silly to you,” Elaina
said as she quickly replaced her new hat for the old.
“Why would you assume that?” Cameron
asked.
“Wanting to show off a silly
hat. A hat is a hat, is it not?”
Before he could answer, a woman’s
plea from across the street caught their attention. Both Cameron and Elaina turned their heads to
the sound. Mr. Walter, owner of the
local mercantile, had a young girl, about the same age as Elaina, by the
wrist. She was pulling hard against him,
desperate to get away.
“Nora,” he hollered, “Send the boy
for the constable.” His wife appeared at
the door a moment later.
“Oh, dear, poor girl,” Elaina murmured.
“Caught stealing— unfortunate,”
Cameron said.
“You should see if you could be of
assistance,” Elaina said.
“What?”
Elaina nodded across the
street. “You should help her.”
“She was caught stealing. There is nothing I can do for her.”
“You most certainly can. You have influence, Mr. Montgomery. You could
intervene, show her some mercy.”
“Mercy?”
“Look at her,” Elaina said
discreetly. “She’s obviously come upon
hard times. It looks as though she hasn’t
bathed in some time. The hem of her
skirt, it’s tattered and muddy. You
could help her.” Elaina looked up with
wide blue eyes and it occurred to Cameron that this was an indication of what
was to come. She would bat her eyes and
ask some ridiculous request and he would have no option but to acquiesce.
“I . . . I don’t know what—“
“Go,” she said, nodding at the scene
across the street.
With a shake of his head, Cameron
negotiated his way past puddles and horse dung to the other side of the street.
“Please, please,” the girl pleaded, “I
put the fruit back. I promise, I won’t
return.”
“You certainly won’t,” Mr. Walter
said.
“Please,” she said again as she
tried to tug her arm away.
“Is there some assistance I can
offer?” Cameron said, catching Mr. Walter off guard.
“Oh . . .oh . . . Mr. Montgomery, how
nice to see you. Can I offer you something? Nora!” the man hollered again for his wife.
“I already sent Marcus,” she said
coming again to the door. “Oh, Mr.
Montgomery, may I help you with something,” she added, seeing Cameron standing
out in front of the store.
“Here, woman, hold this girl while I
help Mr. Montgomery.” His wife scowled
at him, but did as he asked.
“No, no, I don’t need . . . I didn’t
come here to make a purchase,” Cameron said. “Well, at least not for me. I was wondering if I might pay for the item
in question for this young lady.” He
glanced to the girl who was now struggling against Mrs. Walter’s grip. She paused for a moment and looked up at
Cameron in astonishment. It was as if
someone had stolen his breath when his eyes met with hers. He was looking into the softest, most
intriguing, brown eyes he had ever seen.
“She was stealing from us,” Mr.
Walter explained.
“She must be hungry,” Cameron said
without taking his eyes off the girl.
“Well then, she should find herself
some work like the rest of us, and pay for what she needs. I don’t run a charity here.”
Cameron forced himself to turn his
attention back to Mr. Walter. “I understand that,” Cameron said. “That’s why I offered to cover the cost of
the items she needed.”
“Mr. Montgomery, you can’t do that,”
Mrs. Walter said. “You start paying for
these urchins and you’ll be drained of all your resources in a week.”
Cameron smiled. “Mrs. Walter, I am not offering to pay for
every urchin on the street. But as you
can see . . .” he motioned to the girl, “She is obviously hungry. Maybe if we fed her, then she could seek some
employment and be able to pay herself the next time.” He again looked into the girl’s eyes. She had stopped struggling now and stood
looking in wonder at the stranger who had come to her rescue.
“Mr. Montgomery, your generosity is
very magnanimous, but certainly we can’t allow thievery to go unpunished,” Mr.
Walter argued.
“The Constable is already on his
way,” Mrs. Walter added.
“I see,” Cameron said. “Please—allow this young lady to select what few
items she needs and add it to my family’s account. When the constable comes, ask him—as a personal
favor to me—if he would not take her down to St. Peter’s and ask the kind
reverend if he would be able to find a place for her to stay and perhaps help
her locate some employment. I am certain
he will be more than willing to help if you mention my name.”
Mr. and Mrs. Walter stood
speechless, uncertain how to respond. It
was clear to Cameron that they wanted to see the girl punished, but were reluctant
to cross the Montgomery family.
“Well,” Mr. Walter said with a hard
swallow. Before he could say anything
else, Cameron pulled a coin from his pocket.
“And please accept this,” Cameron
said, “For your troubles.”
Mr. Walter took the coin from
Cameron’s outstretched hand. “Certainly,
sir. I’m sure the constable will be accommodating.”
“I’m sure he will be,” Cameron
said. He then turned to the girl and
offered her a gentlemanly bow.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Cameron didn’t stay to see that his instructions
were carried out. He knew they would
be. He again negotiated his way across
the street to Elaina, and Brandon who had returned from the tailor’s and was
waiting near the young lady’s side, grinning at his older brother.
“Feeling philanthropic, Cameron?”
Brandon asked, a glint of humor in his eye.
“Just trying to please Miss Hilton,”
he replied.
“Oh?” Brandon turned to the young
woman in surprise.
“You just proved my point, Mr.
Montgomery.”
“And what point would that be?” Cameron
asked.
“That you have a heart. I had heard rumors otherwise.”
Cameron stood dumbfounded for a
moment, as his brother burst into laughter.
Cameron regained his composure quickly and smiled.
“You should never listen to the
stories that my brother tells, Miss Hilton.”
“I will remember that,” she said
“And to show you how kind hearted I
can really be, may I escort you to your father’s office,” he said, offering his
arm.
“Thank you, sir. That truly is kind of you.”
Elaina slipped her hand around the
crook in Cameron’s arm. Brandon offered
his arm as well, and she happily obliged.
The three of them began their way down the street toward the offices of
Charles Hilton, Esquire. Before they turned the corner, Cameron
glanced back to the mercantile just in time to see the constable arrive. The young woman was watching him as well,
much to Cameron’s pleasant surprise.
Let me know what you think! Remember, it's a work in progress and has a long way to go to completion. :)
