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Authors: Emily Claire

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Gabrielle: Bride of Vermont (American Mail-Order Bride 14)

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GABRIELLE:

BRIDE OF VERMONT

American Mail-Order Brides Series, Book 14

 

 

by

EMILY CLAIRE

Copyright © 2015 Emily Claire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of imagination or used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2015 Emily Claire

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, photocopy, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without express written permission from the author.

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Cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill ([email protected])

 

ISBN-13: 978-1519391988

ISBN-10: 1519391986

 

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Gabrielle, Bride of Vermont is fourteenth in the unprecedented 50-book American Mail-Order Brides Series. The books can be read in any order as each is a stand-alone offering.  Read the FREE prequel:
http://www.newwesternromance.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

October 1890

Blackwood, Vermont

 

 

Gabrielle Petersen hurried down the street. She wasn’t sure she’d been on this particular one before, but it was familiar. Dirty city streets in poor sections of towns all looked the same to her. She shivered under her coat, even though it should have been warm enough. She was chilled to the bone during her walk from the train station in the bitter cold. Years had passed since she’d been in this city, yet nothing had changed. Just like before, she already wished to be leaving it. The only good thing about now was that she’d walk into her mother’s home within a few short minutes and all would be well, even for just a little while. She couldn’t wait to hug her mother again.

Her cheeks burned with shame. She hadn’t been home in years— too many to count. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her mother; she did, and with all her heart. It was her step-father whom she’d avoided. She’d had to get away from him as soon as she was able, and that had been shortly after she’d finished school. Gabrielle shook her head to clear the memory of him. Mother’s letter said he was gone from their lives now anyway.

Gabrielle checked the address on the envelope she pulled from her pocket. She was close and stepped up her pace. The tenements that lined the street were pathetically shabby, and her heart sank within her.
Oh, Momma! Why didn’t you come to live with me?

Immediately thankful that her mother hadn’t come, she thought it ironic that if she had, they’d
both
be homeless right now. At least her mother had a place to live, with room for her, too.

Things had changed suddenly for Gabrielle in less than a month’s time. She’d been completely content with her life. She loved her roommates and liked her job at the Brown Textile Mill in Lawrence, Massachusetts. But everything had fallen apart. The mill had burned to the ground, and her livelihood evaporated overnight.

Some of the women she’d worked with had husbands to support them and had more time to seek other employment. At least they had some security and wouldn’t be out on the streets. But she was on her own.
Thank goodness I can turn to mother for help
. The relief she felt at the thought brought some consolation.

Gabrielle remembered when her roommate, Roberta McDaniel, invited all of the single women and widows to a meeting with an outlandish idea. It was only a week after the mill shut down. A fairly large group had gathered. Gabrielle hadn’t realized so many of her coworkers were in the same situation as she was… no job and little money to live on before having nothing left but the inability support themselves at all.

Roberta told them that her own sister had recently become a mail-order bride and that she’d planned to do the same.  Her sister gave her the contact information for a reputable woman in Beckham who operated a business helping women find husbands. Apparently, there was a paper, the
Groom’s Gazette
, which posted ads for men who wanted wives. Gabrielle still thought it was preposterous to find a husband that way.
No way. Not me. Ever.

Many women had questions. Even though Gabrielle had thought the idea ridiculous, out of curiosity she’d asked how long it would take to set up such a marriage. About a month! How could a woman decide, and be ready for marriage, in a month? Besides that, who’d agree to marry a stranger and travel to another state, or even across the United States to do it? That would give the potential bride a little more time, but not much, depending on how far she had to go to meet up with the man who’d sent for her. What if you agreed and then found your life unbearable? What if the man was brutal? You’d be bound to your commitment. A vow was a vow, and you’d have to sleep in the bed you’d chosen to lie in. She’d have to be desperate to consider such an arrangement. It wasn’t an option, as far as she was concerned.

Gabrielle had been ill the day the mill had burned. Not one to miss work over a little illness, she was working when it happened but left right away and went home to bed. She was feverish for three days, but her roommates had taken turns meeting her needs while also doggedly searching for work. Were it not for her dear friends, Roberta, Sarah, and Poppy, she’d probably still be sick.

By the time she was able to begin her own search, they’d already told her there weren’t any available jobs. Even so, Gabrielle put in a determined effort. She’d checked everywhere she could think of, but the only open positions had already been swept up by a few lucky girls. It began to look hopeless, and she would soon be living on her meager savings. Roberta and Sarah were making plans to marry, but Poppy still wasn’t sure. Gabrielle wasn’t having any of that business.

She’d written her mother while she was still bedridden and received word that George had left months ago. Her dear little mother, Ruby, would gladly welcome her back with open arms, indefinitely.

At the time, she’d hoped to stay in Lawrence, but it didn’t take long before she packed her things and headed “home” to Blackwood. Home would be wherever her mother lived at the time.  

Checking the address again, she sought out the numbers mounted on the wall of the shabby building she’d come to. She shuddered, realizing it was definitely the one. Hoping it looked much better on the inside, she made her way up the steps.

She went inside and cringed at the darkened hallway. The walls of the tenement were filthy, and there was trash scattered about. She noticed a couple of men staring at her as she hurriedly made her way to the stairwell.

She plodded up to the third floor, winded from hauling her heavy suitcases.  Setting them down, she stopped to catch her breath, straighten her clothing, and pat her dark, windblown hair into place. She’d knocked twice before she heard a feeble “come in” from her mother. Trying the door and finding it open, Gabrielle shook her head.
I’ll have to talk with her about keeping her door locked! It isn’t safe.

The small apartment was just one room. A tiny window let in a little light through its tattered curtain. The pungent odor of urine assaulted her senses immediately. Her mother sat huddled on one side of a ragged and threadbare couch, with two quilts covering everything but her head.

Gabrielle hurriedly set her suitcases inside the room, closed and locked the door, and rushed to her mother, tossing her coat aside as she kneeled on the floor at her feet. “Momma!”

Ruby stayed seated but smiled weakly. “Gabrielle, honey. I’m so glad you’re home—.” Deep and terrible, wracking coughs forced her to stop speaking.

“Oh, Momma. You’re not well.” Gabrielle hugged her tenderly when the coughing stopped, shocked at how thin she felt. She pulled away and peeled off her gloves. She gasped when she laid her palm on her mother’s forehead. “And you’re burning with fever.”

Her mother stared at her, confused. “Am I? But I feel so cold. Never mind that. You’re home. I’ve missed you so.” Feebly, she raised her hand and stroked her daughter’s dark brown hair.

As Gabrielle looked into Ruby’s blue eyes, she forced back tears. They weren’t as blue as they’d once been. They had faded to a lighter shade and looked cloudy. The whites of her eyes looked yellow. Her mother’s skin was dry, and dark circles accented the sunken eyes.

She stood up. “You need some hot tea, Mother. When was the last time you’ve eaten something?” She stood up and took a couple of steps, noticing an overflowing chamber pot.
No wonder it smells so bad in here.

She looked around the room. “Momma, where is your table and other furniture? I only see a few dishes. Where is everything?”

Ruby sat, thinking. “George—.” Again, the dreadful cough.

“Don’t try to talk. Let me make you some tea first.” She found what she needed and started to heat some water. Glancing around at the few items her mother had left, she fought the urge to cry.
What’s happened here?

Gabrielle carried the cup to her mother, who seemed to look worse by the minute. She’d dozed off, and Gabrielle wondered what was more important, rest or something warm to drink? She decided and gingerly sat down. “Momma? Drink some of this. You’ll feel better.”

Ruby’s eyes fluttered open and she focused on her only child.  “My Gabrielle, I’m so glad you came. I love you, but I have to go now, dear.” Ruby lifted her trembling hand and placed it on her daughter’s arm. “I’m sorry there’s not much left here for you. George took my things,” she rasped, and took a weak and ragged breath.

Gabrielle heard the rattle in her mother’s congested chest and felt panicked.

“You’re not going anywhere. I am. I’m going to find you a doctor right now. Take this, please, and drink it. I’ll hurry, Momma. I love you.” Worried, Gabrielle scooped up her coat as she leaned down and kissed Ruby’s cheek. She never imagined that would be the last time she’d say goodbye to her precious little mother.

 

 

*******

Dear Poppy,

 

I miss you so! How are you? Have you found work? I wanted to get word to you right away. I know I said you could come here and live with us, but everything has changed!

 

When I arrived, Momma was terribly ill. It was as though she’d just been waiting for me to get here. Oh, I can hardly bear to write it even now. Poppy, my dear mother passed on a few hours after I arrived. My heart is broken!

 

Remember that I told you about my step-father, George? The snake took everything and left Momma when she got sick! I’ve spent nearly everything I had left to make the necessary arrangements.

 

I cannot stay here much longer as I’m nearly desperate now. There’s no work and nothing left for me to do here in Vermont. I know I said I’d never become a mail-order bride, but what else can I do? I sent a letter to Elizabeth Miller and told her I’d go anywhere if she could find a man who’d allow me to work by his side and yet stay out of his bed. If she can find a man who’ll keep his hands off me, I’ll leave right away.

 

Miss Miller will have my address. Please write and let me know all is well and where you end up. We must stay in contact.

 

Your friend,

Gabby

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