[Song of Alaska 02] - Morning's Refrain (38 page)

“It’s not broken,” Zee said after examining Britta’s leg. “It’s just a bad twist in the ankle. You are very lucky, Miss Britta. You, too, Kjell. That knee is swollen, but I think if you stay off of it, you’ll heal quickly.”

“I don’t guess I have much of a choice.” He glanced up to see Lydia watching him. “Do I?”

“You don’t. You’ll be a very good patient,” she replied, “even if I have to tie you down.”

“Yuri saved me,” Britta said, ignoring her mother’s comment. She smiled at her hero. “He was so brave.”

“Indeed, he was,” Lydia replied. “Thank you so much for what you did.”

“I was glad to help.” He looked over to where his mother and father sat with Illiyana. “It certainly made for an exciting evening.”

“Having the girls back safe and sound is the best news possible,” Darya declared.

“Well, if everyone is hungry,” Zee announced, “I believe we have dinner ready.”

“I’m starving,” Britta said. “Next time I go on a hike, I’m taking food with me.”

“There will be no next time, young lady,” her father asserted.

“Do you understand? You are never again to go off by yourself like that.”

Britta bowed her head and nodded. “I understand. We just didn’t want Illiyana to go away.”

Darya hugged Illiyana close. “You both could have died. I’m sorry that we must leave, but you will always be good friends. Distance won’t change that, unless you let it.”

Chapter 29

Apr il 1890

W
hile his mother and wife put the finishing touches on the surprise birthday party for Joshua, Dalton went to town to work out his business arrangement with Yuri and his father. Mr. Belikov was listening to his son with such tenderness and compassion that Dalton found himself humbled. Had the man been more loving and less judgmental when Yuri was younger, perhaps things wouldn’t have gotten this bad for Yuri.

“Sometimes, I feel I can only face life from behind the shelter of a bottle,” Yuri told his dad sadly.

“Liquor can be a great temptation, even for me,” his father admitted.

“But it’s not so much a temptation,” Yuri said, shaking his head, “as a promise of relief. Even if just for a few hours.”

“Relief?” Dalton questioned.

Yuri nodded. “Yes. From the pain of remembering how useless I am, how I’ve failed at so much in life, how I have no direction or purpose. That is why I drink—to forget. Then when I have had enough liquor, I suddenly feel capable of making great decisions. Then I find myself seduced by the cards.”

“So this gambling debt is why you didn’t want Dalton to buy half of the business?” Yuri’s father asked.

Dalton’s friend nodded. “I knew if he did, he would find out what I planned to do once you had gone. I hated myself for that. It was also the reason I told you I no longer wanted him to work with us. I knew he would need another place of employment. I didn’t realize then that he had as much money as he does.” Yuri laughed. “He’ll soon own all of Sitka, if we’re not careful.”

“I have no desire to own all of it,” Dalton assured him. “Just my little piece.”

Mr. Belikov looked to Dalton. “You are sure you want to buy the business? I would understand if you said no. You’ve already made me a substantial loan for my trip.”

“Yes. I’m certain. I was going to build my own shop anyway, so this gives me a head start. Besides, I have great memories here.” He smiled and gazed around the workroom. “I feel as though I became a man in this very place.”

“We did great work here,” Mr. Belikov said, looking first to Dalton and then to his son. “I have wonderful memories that I will take with me to Russia. I will miss you both.”

“It won’t be the same without you,” Dalton told him.

“What will you do?” Mr. Belikov asked. “You will have no one to work with you.”

“I plan to hire some of the Tlingit boys who were trained at the school. With a little bit of hard work and good advertising, I believe I can have one of the finest boat building businesses in all of Alaska.”

Dalton looked to Yuri. “I’ve told Yuri he can stay on, as well, but I think his heart is elsewhere.”

“And where would that be?” Mr. Belikov asked his son.

“I wish I could tell you. I know I’m not half the builder Dalton is. He suggested I could work with his father for a time, and I might give it a shot. Otherwise, I don’t know—maybe fishing.” He grinned. “I could buy one of Dalton’s boats.”

Dalton appreciated that Yuri was trying hard to keep things light, but Mr. Belikov was obviously concerned about his son. His grim expression gave Dalton little doubt that he feared Yuri might well fall back into the same bad company that had brought him to this place.

“No matter what Yuri chooses, I know we shall remain close friends.” Dalton hoped Mr. Belikov would understand his meaning. Yuri might be given to the temptations of liquor and gambling, but Dalton hoped he could influence his friend otherwise.

Mr. Belikov sighed. “If you are agreed to this arrangement, Dalton, I cannot do anything but thank you. It comforts me to know that Yuri will be out of trouble and that the business will remain in friendly hands.”

“I am happy, too,” Yuri said, turning to Dalton. “I hope you know how much this means to me.”

Dalton put his hand on Yuri’s shoulder. “I think I do. I know what it is to feel displaced and not know where you belong. I hope you will find your calling soon, but you will always have my friendship, no matter your path.”

Yuri grew quite serious. “Will you do me one more favor?”

Dalton nodded. “What is it?”

“Will you go with me to settle my account?” Yuri frowned. “I’m afraid I might . . . well, that is . . . I might be induced to stay.”

“Of course,” Dalton replied. “I will happily go with you and bear this burden.”

“We spent our first night here yesterday,” Phoebe announced to her mother as she started giving her a tour of the new house. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “It was so wonderful. I cannot tell you how quiet it is compared to being in town. Dalton and his father wrapped the porch around the side of the cabin and to the back so that we would be able to spend a great deal of time outside—even if it rains. Wasn’t that clever?”

“Phoebe, the house is so beautiful,” her mother declared. “I can scarcely believe how big it is.”

“I know.” Phoebe laughed. “When they were building it, I just couldn’t see it. I thought, ‘Oh, surely this is too small for all of us. We’re going to need more space.’ But now it seems massive— especially when I think of cleaning it. Even Theodore and Grady should have enough room to themselves.”

Phoebe’s mother took hold of her hand. “There is something I need to tell you.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I hope you won’t think so,” Mother replied. “Come sit with me and let me explain.”

Apprehension gnawed at Phoebe’s stomach. What was this all about? She went with her mother to the front room, where several chairs and a sofa made by Dalton’s father welcomed them. Phoebe took a seat beside her mother and reached out for her hand. “Now tell me.”

“I’ve given a great deal of consideration to this matter, and after much prayer, I have made up my mind to return to Vermont.”

“No!” Phoebe said, shaking her head. “Don’t go. Why would you leave now? We have the house and plenty of money.”

Mother patted her hand. “Sweetheart, the house is wonderful, but I have other considerations. Theodore is nearly ready for a higher education. Grady will soon follow. His intelligence is even greater than his brother’s. His teacher has informed me that he has very nearly learned as much as she can teach him.”

“I had no idea.”

Mother continued. “I didn’t, either. It seems that Grady has always been a high achiever, but after losing Father, well, he thoroughly applied himself to learning—seeking comfort and solace in his education. His teacher thinks that he will be ready for the university in another year at most.”

“That does change things. Obviously, there is no chance of an advanced education here,” Phoebe agreed. “But what will I do without you?” She looked at her mother and shook her head. “I hadn’t even considered that you might leave. Not after . . . after Father passed on.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I’ve said nothing to you on this matter. I didn’t want to grieve you or to say something until I was certain. I’ve written to my sister. Her husband is even now securing us a home. The boys and I will leave shortly after the governor returns from his inspection of the islands. We will head south on the
City
of Topeka
and make our way east from San Francisco.”

“Well, I am certain we can help make your journey less arduous,” Phoebe told her mother. “Dalton can help you to arrange things. Perhaps he and I can even accompany you south. He has need of more supplies for the business.”

“It would be wonderful to have your company, even that much longer,” her mother said. “And I must admit, I had hopes that Dalton could help us . . . financially.” She lowered her head. “Your father left very little of value. Governor Knapp has kindly given me a stipend, but it has barely been enough to live on.”

“Why did you say nothing?” Phoebe asked. “We would have happily helped. Oh, Mother, please tell me you did not go hungry.”

“Of course not. And besides, I had the candles to sell. You will continue to make them, won’t you? It will be something that joins us together.”

Phoebe nodded. “It hasn’t been easy to keep up with supplies, but Dalton recently learned of a way to get beeswax shipped here. I was going to surprise you with the news, but since you are returning to Vermont, it won’t be necessary.”

“I will be happy to see that you have a ready supply of other ingredients,” her mother countered. “You have only to write and let me know what you need. Of course, with your connection to Zee, you have brought us many wonderful new scents from the local flowers and herbs. I shall miss those.”

“I will send you some. We will dry them and ship them to you,” Phoebe promised.

“I love that you will continue the tradition. I hope you will teach the making of candles to your daughter, as well.”

“Of course,” Phoebe said, feeling the words choke in her throat.

She got up and walked to the fireplace. “I can’t believe you are going away. It’s just not at all what I had expected this day. I hoped to talk of your moving in this next week. I thought we would be planning curtains and such.” Tears came to her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away.

“I know you’re right in going,” Phoebe said, trying hard to remain strong. “Theodore and Grady will need their education. They will be happier in Vermont, I think. Their choices are limited here. In the East, they will be able to get a good education and find gainful employment. If Grady is as smart as the teacher believes . . . well, who knows what he might accomplish.”

Phoebe looked at her mother as if seeing her for the first time. She looked so tired. Alaska had been a difficult place for her, aging her beyond her years. “You will be happier there, as well.” Phoebe smiled, despite the heaviness in her heart. “And that is most important to me.”

“Life there won’t be so . . . isolated,” her mother replied. “Sometimes I find myself lonely here, and not even so much for other people. It’s hard to explain, but I suppose it has to do with having lived most of my life in a place where the culture and community offered so much more. Here, I can’t even get used to the weather.”

“When we first came here, I didn’t think I could ever love anything about Sitka,” Phoebe admitted. “I hated the way it smelled, and the people seemed so rough and frightening at times.”

“But now, you’ve had a change of heart,” her mother said with a smile.

“So much has changed. I feel as if . . . well . . . I came to some sort of adult understanding here. I learned so much about life— about other people.” Phoebe came back to sit beside her mother on the sofa. “I am truly happy. I hope you know that.”

“I think you shall always be very happy here, daughter. Dalton is such a good man. I had my concerns—your courtship seemed like such a whirlwind, and I feared there was no solid basis for a marriage. I’m glad to be proven wrong.”