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"Here There Be Vampires" A Promise City, Arizona Story Hour
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<blockquote data-quote="orchid blossom" data-source="post: 2840263" data-attributes="member: 12815"><p><span style="font-size: 12px">New York City</span></p><p></p><p>Katherine was busy the rest of the day. After her lunch she again spoke to her father, this time about the Perkins institute and Miss Sullivan. As she suspected, he was very interested in the school and was quickly making plans to visit. She knew that she couldn't continue sending every person in need she met to her father, but on this occasion his resources could do much more than hers.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the afternoon until dinner she spent out in the gardens with Ginnie. They took a close look at many of the plants growing there, sat in shady corners to read stories, and Kate even took a turn on the old swing still hanging from a tree near the back garden wall. During the course of the afternoon Kate told her about Miss Sullivan and their similar stories, saying that her father would be going there and if she liked so could go along.</p><p></p><p>She had a hearty appetite at dinner, and afterward she told her mother and brothers about her news. It had taken her some time, but she finally learned not to tell the whole story. Only the reasons the miracle had been granted without the how of it, talking mostly about the tug of war the deities had in Promise City to explain how Diana noticed them.</p><p></p><p>"I knew it!" her mother had exclaimed, then rushed over to embrace her. In her ear she whispered, "A full-grown woman's bosom does not grow for any other reason."</p><p></p><p>"Maman!" Kate turned to look at her brother Henry's face. Concerned, serious, yet with an understanding in his eyes. "Henry?"</p><p></p><p>Her elder brother stood up and walked over to her. A gentle hand brushed a stray hair from her face. "You're happy, little sister?"</p><p></p><p>"Very happy," she said, with glistening eyes.</p><p></p><p>"The gods didn't abandon us that day, Jacqueline. It was the work of foolish men who had forgotten the gods themselves," he whispered and wrapped his arms around her. "I believe you."</p><p></p><p>Kate squeezed him tightly back. "Thank you."</p><p></p><p>After a while alone with her first family, the other joined them for a quiet night of conversation and a little bit of music. Kate and Conrad both headed to bed early, but before Kate went to sleep she gathered many of her simpler dresses to be taken for Miss Sullivan. She checked in on Ginnie and brushed her hair as her mother had done for her a couple nights before. The last thing she did was say another prayer of thanks to Diana before she slipped into her bed and a sounder slumber than she'd had in many weeks.</p><p></p><p>Tuesday, May 2nd, 1882:</p><p></p><p>Still somewhat on Arizona time, Kate and Conrad both had no difficulty in rising in time to be ready to head off to the train station. The carriage deposited them at the station at 7:10 A.M. allowing ample time to board the train departing at 7:30 for New York City.</p><p></p><p>Kate felt a bit silly with her trunk for an overnight trip, but for this particular trip she just hadn't been sure what she was going to need. The porters took the full the trunk and she and Conrad boarded the train and got themselves comfortable before it left the station.</p><p></p><p>"I'm in your hands now," she said. "Do you have a plan for what we'll do once we get to the city?"</p><p></p><p>Conrad says, "We'll improvise, probably get us a bite to eat and then head up to the Player's Club. I'm still a bit tired from yesterday, so think I'll take a nap now. Please awaken me prior to the train passing over the Connecticut River Bridge."</p><p></p><p>"Yesterday was a," she paused, looking for the right word. "A momentous day. Get your rest, Conrad. Let me watch over you for once." She smiled and pulled a book out of the small bag she had carried onto the train with her. "I'll let you know when we're nearing the river."</p><p></p><p>The journey proves peaceful, as the train rolls out of the city. They pass by the commercial development and factories that have grown up in the west suburbs of Newton, Waltham and Framingham. The scenery beyond that is mostly rural farms just now being prepared for spring planting. A short while later they leave Commonwealth of Massachusetts behind them and cross over into Connecticut. In another half hour they are nearing the city of Hartford and the bridge that spans across New England's greatest river. </p><p>Kate enjoyed the quiet ride, spending a lot of her time just looking out the windows at the greening land. She missed this in the west...the freshness of spring when everything jumps back to life after the bleak winter. Arizona was beautiful in its own way, but this was home.</p><p></p><p>As they neared the river Kate laid her hand gently on Conrad's shoulder, suspecting that he was not deeply asleep. "The bridge is coming up, dear."</p><p></p><p>He opens his eyes and in with a partial yawn thanks her. He then stands and says, "I'm going for a walk if you'd care to join me."</p><p></p><p>"Of course," she said with a little question in her voice. "These trips get long and a little walk is always nice."</p><p></p><p>Kate initially assumes that Conrad is talking about talking a walk at the West Hartford train depot on the opposite side of the river. Instead he leads her to the back car of the train while it is still in motion, and opens the door to the rear platform while the train is still in motion.</p><p></p><p>He steps out onto the railed platform, still holding Kate's hand and pulls her after him. He shuts the door behind them as the train begins to cross the bridge over the river. When they are around mid-way along the span he lets go of her hand and reaches into his vest pocket.</p><p></p><p>"Are we supposed to be out here?" Kate asked, laughing lightly. She looked out over the river as they rushed over the bridge. "It is stunning."</p><p></p><p>Kate felt him let go of her hand and turned back, using her hand to hold her hat on her head. He was reaching into his pocket. "Conrad?"</p><p></p><p>He removes his cupped hand from his pocket, holding something inside of it. He reaches over and says, "Hold out your hand, dearest Kate."</p><p></p><p>With her left hand still holding her hat steady, Kate put her hand under his palm up. "What is this?" she asked wonderingly.</p><p></p><p>And into her hand he drops.....a bullet.</p><p></p><p>He says, "It's the one that Mr. Ringo had customized with my name. Would you please do the honor of ridding our lives of it."</p><p></p><p>"You've been carrying this with you? My dear, why? How did you get it?"</p><p></p><p>"Mr. Gonzales kept the ones with Sonoma and Ginnie's names on them, but the ones targeted with my name and the one for Deputy Martin he gave to each of us to dispose of as we saw fit. Up until this trip it's been locked inside of my house safe. I considered tossing it into Boston Harbor last night but didn't want to break the mood by talking of unpleasant things."</p><p></p><p>Kate looked down at the name expertly etched on the side with a shiver. "I will be more than happy to be rid of it."</p><p></p><p>"Then toss away my dear, where none will ever be able to find or use it."</p><p></p><p>She looked at the bullet again, more aware now of the precious thing it had been meant to steal from her. Looking up she met Conrad's eyes and a smile came to her face. She pulled her arm back and flung the bullet out over the water, watching until it fell with a splash into the river far below and sank out of sight.</p><p></p><p>"No more Cowboys to hunt us," she said softly. "No one left to wish us harm."</p><p></p><p>Conrad replies, "Well, perhaps one person...we'll see how he feels this afternoon about our unannounced visit."</p><p></p><p>Kate laid her hand in his again. "We shall. I keep trying to find something to say, some comfort for you to lessen your nerves. But there is none. Only that I will be with you whether the results are good or bad, if that is a comfort."</p><p></p><p>"It is, thank you." The two return back inside as the train pulls into the station.</p><p></p><p>Kate sighed as they took their seats again. There was so much more going on inside Conrad Booth than anyone suspected. She knew his heart to be warm and loyal, and she suspected bruised from the unkindness received in Promise City, and from his father. She feared it would be bruised the worse after their visit.</p><p></p><p>"Now it is my turn to nap," she said when the train pulled out again. "Be sure to wake me when we reach the outskirts of the city."</p><p></p><p>Conrad gently shakes Kate saying, "It is time to wake up my dear. We are arriving at Manhattan Island." Kate lifts her head up to see that they are indeed arriving at Grand Central Depot. Built between the years 1869 and 1871 when Commodore Vanderbilt was in charge of the New York Central and Hudson River Railroad, the elaborate terminal on 42nd street had served city well since that day. A large clock on the Depot wall indicated that the time was now 12:45 P.M.</p><p></p><p>Kate blinked and sat up straight. "I'm sure I'm all mussed," she chuckled. Once she was fully awake she got her bag and looked curiously about her. "It's been a long time since I was here, I'm not sure I remember everything. We'll have to get my trunk."</p><p></p><p>The two debarked the train together, and soon a porter was found and Kate's trunk retrieved. "Should we find rooms somewhere first, or would you rather just head to the club?"</p><p></p><p>"Let's get settled first." He locates a porter and then flags down a coach and supervises the loading of the trunk. He then has the driver take them to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.</p><p></p><p>Once considered the finest of accommodations in the city, this hotel was one of the first in the world to have a functioning elevator, with it being built in the 1850's. While the city of New York now offers more luxurious accommodations for the wealthy it remains the equal to the finest hotels in smaller cities and with the possible exception of a few places in San Francisco is far nicer than anything else west of the Mississippi River.</p><p></p><p>Conrad asks for two adjacent rooms on an upper floor, removing a roll of bills from his money clip. He attempts to stand between Kate and the clerk so that she can not see how much he is paying for these, but she sees enough to conclude that this night here will cost the gambler in excess of $ 100.</p><p></p><p>A bellhop with a wheeled cart helps them with Kate's trunk and Conrad's suitcase as they head upstairs via the elevator to the sixteenth floor. The bellhop shows them to the rooms, each of which is a three-room suite with a living area, bedroom, and opulent bathroom. Each has electric lights, running water and the finest of furnishings.</p><p></p><p>Conrad says, "Why don't you get yourself freshened up. I will meet you in an hour and we can then go find ourselves somewhere nice to eat." The bellhop suggests that they dine at Lord Barstow's Restaurant just a few doors down from the hotel and offers to make a reservation for them. Conrad finds that agreeable and suggests a 3:00 P.M. seating.</p><p></p><p>Kate nodded her agreement and disappeared inside her spectacular rooms. The dark, polished wood of the furniture gleamed in the light from the windows and set the rich garnet of the upholstery to shimmering. She ran her hand along the fabric and felt the luxuriousness of it. With hardly a thought her shoes were removed and her feet feeling the deep plush of the carpet.</p><p></p><p>In contrast to the rich, red-papered floral wallpaper of the sitting room, the bedroom was a soft, restful blue. The bed was wide enough for three to sleep comfortably and surrounded by privacy curtains that would keep out any stray drafts that might disturb the sleeper. Kate hung her dresses is the massive, gleaming wardrobe and tucked her small box of jewelry away in the vanity.</p><p></p><p>The gleaming white bathroom was tempting her with its large bathtub, but there was not time for that luxury just now. Instead Kate sat down at the vanity and began her "freshening." Her hair was unpinned and carefully brushed, then pinned back up in a soft, complex style. She then chose an afternoon dress of deep violet with a v-neckline made appropriate by a gauzy white scarf that covered what the neckline would have exposed. The gown was far above anything but the evening dresses she had worn in Promise City, and when Kate looked in the mirror she saw the Lady who had disappeared in Arizona. Whether that Lady was her anymore, she wasn't sure; but it was good to see her again.</p><p></p><p>The hour was almost up, and Kate went back out into the sitting room to wait for her escort.</p><p></p><p>Conrad arrived shortly thereafter. He was attired in what appeared to be a brand new three-piece suit of navy blue with pin-stripes with a pattern of gold embroidery in the navy blue vest. His white silk shirt also appeared to be new, as is the navy and red patterned silk tie. Only his belt and shoes appeared to be those that she had seen previously, but both of them were newly polished with a shine on the black leather. The other change in appearance was that he shaved off again the goatee and mustache which he had grown back since the festival.</p><p></p><p>"Katherine, I have never seen you looking any more radiant than you do right now. It is my great honor to escort you to dinner," he states.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you," Kate said with a pretty blush. She picked up a large black straw hat covered in roses that matched the dress and pinned it on her head at an angle, then walked over to Conrad. Her hand reached up and touched his strangely smooth face. "You look remarkably well yourself. I hope you'll grow this back, I rather like the whiskers."</p><p></p><p>He replies, "Yes, but it was necessary now, just as it was the day of the Festival. If you wish it to be grown back then I will do so. I believe that Mr. Gonzales could help in making that so prior to our return to Arizona.</p><p></p><p>As for my appearance, I would not have considered this meeting in anything except the finest of clothing. I was thankful yesterday morning that your father was able to recommend one of Boston's best clothiers, who not only had something in my size in stock and was willing to do the alterations right then."</p><p></p><p>"You've been very busy, and talking to Papa on your own.</p><p></p><p>I understand the necessity. In fact, I expect to be quite stared at in the restaurant. The whiskers will grow back in their own time and I can be a patient woman." She slipped her arm in his.</p><p></p><p>"I hope my gown is fine enough?" She paused. "How will you introduce me to your father?"</p><p></p><p>He pauses and asks, "How would you like me to introduce you?"</p><p></p><p>"I don't know," she said honestly. "Is there a word that fits? Ruby always calls Jake her boyfriend, but 'girlfriend' seems wrong. We're grown people and.... I don't know. But I'm sure whatever we say, he will notice how things stand before long."</p><p></p><p>She walked out of the room with him and locked her door. "Let's go to dinner. We'll think better with food in our stomachs."</p><p></p><p>He follows her out and states, "No Katherine, this question that you raise needs an answer. I know how I would like to introduce you.....but given the emotional turmoil of this trip East I'd say that now is not the appropriate time for either of us to be making long-term decisions about our future together. Why don't I introduce you to him as a very dear friend of mine. That is truthful and should suffice, he can assume from that whatever he wishes."</p><p></p><p>"I agree. Whatever else I am, I am your friend too. For now, let's just enjoy each other and our time together. It won't be often when we are alone together with this much freedom."</p><p></p><p>"That is true. Plus I have always wanted to try out this particular restaurant. The one thing that I miss most about living in Arizona is the chance to eat freshly caught fish. In San Francisco it was plentiful. I'm not sure exactly what will be on the menu but can't wait to taste it as long as it came from the Ocean."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, it's been ages," she said excitedly. "I hadn't even thought of that. I'm starved, let's hurry."</p><p></p><p>Lord Barstow's Restaurant is on the first two floors of an eight-story building, the upper floors housing a number of successful Manhattan businesses including several financial institutions and the New York City office of Lloyds of London.</p><p></p><p>The restaurant has an elaborate lobby taking up both stories, with a marble fountain in the lobby center and marble staircases heading up both sides to the private dining rooms on the second floor. The ground floor has one large main dining room a smaller one off to the east side, and multiple doors into the kitchens in the back.</p><p></p><p>Conrad gives the host his name and they are escorted to a table near the stained glass windows and velvet curtains adorning the north wall. Despite being after the lunch hour and well before the dinner hour the restaurant is packed.</p><p></p><p>Above the main fireplace is an elaborate ten-by-fourteen foot portrait of the member of British Royalty who had established the restaurant. He had once resided in Manhattan until a scandal arose due to an affair that he had with the underage step-daughter of an important politician. He then sold his interest in the restaurant and returned to Great Britain, but the new owners chose to retain the original name due to the popularity of the establishment.</p><p></p><p>"I feel like a little country girl," Katherine said after they were settled. "Boston has it's splendors, but this... My parents didn't take us children to such places, and after I was married we didn't have the means for this kind of extravagance."</p><p></p><p>She opened the menu they were given and immediately looked to the seafood. Of course, the menu had no prices, but Kate was determined not to drain Conrad's pocketbook too much and considered carefully.</p><p></p><p>Conrad says, "I'm not sure....either the swordfish or the Atlantic salmon. What do you think?"</p><p></p><p>"I've never had Swordfish, but I adore salmon. Get the swordfish for yourself. You can always have a taste of my salmon if you get the urge to try it."</p><p></p><p>He laughs, "Oh sure, restaurants like this would just love to see people sharing food from each other's plates. That would get us blackballed from all of the society pages. Let me handle this."</p><p></p><p>The waiter arrives and he says, "We can't decide between the salmon or swordfish. Would it be possible for you to bring us a small sample of each?" The waiter says, "Sir, this is highly irregular." He replies, "Perhaps, but I'd venture to bet that ordering a bottle of 1857 Bourdeax is also somewhat irregular, but that is what I would like to drink." The man replies, "Very good sir. The wine and the food will be right out."</p><p></p><p>"And were you worried about society, dear?," she asked after the waiter had gone. "That was very clever, but the wine! I'm sure it will be wonderful but I doubt the two of us could finish a whole bottle," she finished, suddenly remembering herself and stopping herself from mentioning the expense.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you. A better treat I can't imagine."</p><p></p><p>"Actually a bottle will be just about right, provided of course that you share it with me. I'm going to need some alcohol to calm my nerves and relax me enough to actually go through with this visit. And by ordering something expensive I won't be tempted to order second bottle once it's gone."</p><p></p><p>"Of course I'll share it with you. Be careful though, you still want your mind to be clear. You're not alone this time; lean on me a bit." She paused and smiled. "I will just bless my luck that I get to be the lady you share it with."</p><p></p><p>"The luck is all mine," he states in reply. The bottle of wine is soon brought to the table and uncorked. It meets with Conrad's approval and a glass is poured for both. It is followed soon thereafter by a seafood appetizer plate for each, that in addition to the swordfish and salmon also includes an oyster, a breaded cod filet and a broiled piece of halibut.</p><p></p><p>Along with the excellent wine and delightful seafood, Kate let her conversation drift to lighter things, hoping to take Conrad's mind off what came after this dinner. She enjoyed the food unabashedly, finally saying. "Thank heavens I've got my appetite back. What a shame if I could only nibble, but Maman would be horrified," she laughed. "Well, maybe not. Knowing what she knows now, she'd probably be giving me more."</p><p></p><p>The waiter returns to take their full orders, Conrad asking for a plate of the salmon. The meal also includes freshly baked bread, a garden salad, a baked potato with cheese sauce, and a vegetable medley.</p><p></p><p>Near the end of the meal Conrad comments to Kate "Is that somebody who you know?" as he gestures his head to the side. She looks over to see a trio of old men with scraggly white beards and dark suits. One of the men is staring at Kate and begins to walk in that direction, the other two men following him. He does look familiar but Kate cannot place exactly where she has seen him before.</p><p></p><p>"I've seen him before, but I can't think where. Or why he would be interested in me. It looks as though we'll be finding out." Kate set down her fork and delicately dabbed at her lips with her napkin as if she hadn't noticed them, but was ready to receive them politely when they arrived.</p><p></p><p>The men arrive and the man introduces himself as being Walt Whitman. He says to Kate, "Miss Seagram, your father spoke eloquently at the private service for Mr. Emerson on Sunday." He introduces the other two gentlemen as his brothers George Washington Whitman and Thomas Jefferson Whitman. George comments to Kate that he served with her father in the war, at Fredricksburg. He asks, "And what brings you to my city?"</p><p></p><p>Katherine stood and nodded to each man as he was introduced. "Thank you, Mr. Whitman. Mr. Emerson was loved by my family and will be very much missed."</p><p></p><p>She turned to George. "My father has spoken of you, sir, and very well I might add. My friend has family business here, and I could not resist the chance to visit New York City while I was near. I reside in Arizona now, so you see I must seize my opportunity while I can.</p><p></p><p>May I introduce you to my dear friend, Mr. Conrad Booth?"</p><p></p><p>Conrad greets them. They continue to talk and when it becomes obvious to the waiter that the conversion will continue he has three chairs brought over for the older men and they order coffee.</p><p></p><p>Walt Whitman comments that "I seem to be loosing all of my contemporaries. Henry Longfellow went to his great reward last month and now Ralph Emerson has passed on. I'll be happy for a month where I don't have a funeral to go to."</p><p></p><p>A shadow of the past flickered across Kate's face before she quickly hid it. "Yes, it seems so many extraordinary people have been called, and there was never enough opportunity to know them. But in these cases at least, we can always visit their spirits again by opening the works they left us.</p><p></p><p>Still, let us hope these bleak days will be followed by a bright spring. I will begin teaching school when I return to Arizona, and I'm looking forward to introducing the children to yourself and your contemporaries."</p><p></p><p>The conversation continues, with Conrad mostly listening while Kate and Walt dominate the discussion about 19th century authors.</p><p></p><p>After a while Thomas Whitman asks Conrad a question about how he likes the city. He mentions how impressed he is with it, alluding to the fact that he's only visited it once before. Walt picks up some level of apprehension and presses him further.</p><p></p><p>A glimmer that Kate recognizes crosses Conrad's eyes and he asks, "Mr. Whitman, are you familiar with the Player's Club?" The poet and author replies, "Why yes, I happen to be a member of it." Conrad briefly explains that he is a relative of the owner and wishes to discuss a personal matter with him but has concerns that the senior Booth may not be willing to receive him.</p><p></p><p>She couldn't say anything, instead looking to Conrad hoping he would understand not to push past taking an opportunity to using someone. <em>Be honest, my dear.</em></p><p></p><p>Whitman comments, "So sir, do I understand that you are asking me to get you inside of the club as a guest of mine?"</p><p></p><p>Conrad replies, "No sir. I would not make such an imposition on you. I was only hoping that you could perhaps make an inquiry on my behalf. Last month when Katherine and I met Samuel Clemens he offered to do so on his next visit to the city. But first he was planning to take a journey on a riverboat along the Mississippi River, so he probably has not had a chance yet. This trip east from Arizona for Mr. Emerson's funeral was unanticipated, but as we were already in the region I was hoping to perhaps see him now instead of having to make another journey later.</p><p></p><p>Whitman nods and offers to make the inquiry. He then excuses himself from their company, leaving his brothers to talk to Conrad and Katherine. George Whitman asks Kate for an update about her father.</p><p></p><p>Kate's body relaxed even as she felt ashamed of herself for doubting Conrad's motives.</p><p></p><p>"He's well. This week has been difficult on all of us, and Papa tries to be strong for everyone.</p><p></p><p>He's been doing well the last few years. He only goes into the office a couple times a week now, the business pretty much runs itself. Instead he reads and studies, spends his time with men like Mr. Emerson. Today I believe he'll be visiting an institute for the blind. There is one particular student there who is very promising.</p><p></p><p>My eldest brother has two little daughters now that Papa absolutely adores...." Kate continued on just a little, sketching in the state of her family in general.</p><p></p><p>Whitman returns after ten minutes. He says, "The restaurant manager allowed me to use his Bell telephone and I spoke to Mr. Edwin Booth's secretary. I am invited to bring the two of with me to the Club as my guests early this evening. I will take leave of you now and bring my brothers back to their homes. I will return in approximately two hours time. Do you wish for me to gather the two of you here or at some other location?"</p><p></p><p>Conrad appears to be too shocked to immediately answer.</p><p></p><p>"Sir, that is very generous of you. We had not expected so much. Thank you. We're staying at the Fifth Avenue Hotel if you'd care to meet us there, downstairs in the lobby." Kate offered him her hand. "We are so grateful; I can't say how much.</p><p></p><p>Can you tell me, what is the formality of dress in the club? I wouldn't wish to offend by being inappropriately attired."</p><p></p><p>Whitman replies, "What you have on now would be fine. They are actually very flexible, as most of the Players' are artists. The stated purpose of the club is 'The promotion of social intercourse between members of the dramatic profession and the kindred professions of literature, painting, architecture, sculpture and music, law and medicine, and the patrons of the arts'. It is a very interesting Gentleman's club to belong too. Ladies may attend as guests but may not join as members."</p><p></p><p>"Well, I am happy at least to be able to be a guest amongst many I've admired. Arizona has many things, but it can be somewhat lacking in artists."</p><p></p><p>Kate turned to George. "I would be happy to carry a message to my father if you wish. And I'm confident Mr. Seagram would be pleased to see you at any time when you might be in Boston."</p><p></p><p>She turned back to Conrad. "Is everything agreeable to you?"</p><p></p><p>Conrad says, "Oh yes. Thank you very much Mr. Whitman, I don't know how to repay your kindness." Walt Whitman replies, "Nonsense, you are a friend of Emerson and the Seagram family.</p><p></p><p>George Whitman tells Kate, "I currently have some friends from the Army visiting the city, other officers who served in the engineering corps. Why don't you send along a telegram to your father and see if he would like us to take the train up to Boston for a visit."</p><p></p><p>"I will do that as soon as we return to the hotel. We are going back to Boston tomorrow; where shall I have him direct the return telegram?"</p><p></p><p>He gives his Brooklyn, New York address to her.</p><p></p><p>To Walt she said, "Should you arrive at the hotel early, just ask for Mr. Booth or Mrs. Kale."</p><p></p><p>"I shall," he replies. The Whitman brothers depart.</p><p></p><p>"Conrad, you're white as a sheet. Are you well?" she asked, smiling.</p><p></p><p>Conrad states, "I...I will be. I had anticipated being turned away at the Players Club, to know that he will actually see me.....well, I guess I'm a bit nervous. I think I'll pass on having desert. We should probably head back to the hotel."</p><p></p><p>"Of course, if you wish it." Kate reached across and took his hand. "You'll be fine, Conrad. Now you have a bit of time to think of what you'll say to him."</p><p></p><p>The waiter brings the bill, which Conrad again pays with his back turned to Kate so she cannot see the exact amount.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="orchid blossom, post: 2840263, member: 12815"] [SIZE=3]New York City[/SIZE] Katherine was busy the rest of the day. After her lunch she again spoke to her father, this time about the Perkins institute and Miss Sullivan. As she suspected, he was very interested in the school and was quickly making plans to visit. She knew that she couldn't continue sending every person in need she met to her father, but on this occasion his resources could do much more than hers. The rest of the afternoon until dinner she spent out in the gardens with Ginnie. They took a close look at many of the plants growing there, sat in shady corners to read stories, and Kate even took a turn on the old swing still hanging from a tree near the back garden wall. During the course of the afternoon Kate told her about Miss Sullivan and their similar stories, saying that her father would be going there and if she liked so could go along. She had a hearty appetite at dinner, and afterward she told her mother and brothers about her news. It had taken her some time, but she finally learned not to tell the whole story. Only the reasons the miracle had been granted without the how of it, talking mostly about the tug of war the deities had in Promise City to explain how Diana noticed them. "I knew it!" her mother had exclaimed, then rushed over to embrace her. In her ear she whispered, "A full-grown woman's bosom does not grow for any other reason." "Maman!" Kate turned to look at her brother Henry's face. Concerned, serious, yet with an understanding in his eyes. "Henry?" Her elder brother stood up and walked over to her. A gentle hand brushed a stray hair from her face. "You're happy, little sister?" "Very happy," she said, with glistening eyes. "The gods didn't abandon us that day, Jacqueline. It was the work of foolish men who had forgotten the gods themselves," he whispered and wrapped his arms around her. "I believe you." Kate squeezed him tightly back. "Thank you." After a while alone with her first family, the other joined them for a quiet night of conversation and a little bit of music. Kate and Conrad both headed to bed early, but before Kate went to sleep she gathered many of her simpler dresses to be taken for Miss Sullivan. She checked in on Ginnie and brushed her hair as her mother had done for her a couple nights before. The last thing she did was say another prayer of thanks to Diana before she slipped into her bed and a sounder slumber than she'd had in many weeks. Tuesday, May 2nd, 1882: Still somewhat on Arizona time, Kate and Conrad both had no difficulty in rising in time to be ready to head off to the train station. The carriage deposited them at the station at 7:10 A.M. allowing ample time to board the train departing at 7:30 for New York City. Kate felt a bit silly with her trunk for an overnight trip, but for this particular trip she just hadn't been sure what she was going to need. The porters took the full the trunk and she and Conrad boarded the train and got themselves comfortable before it left the station. "I'm in your hands now," she said. "Do you have a plan for what we'll do once we get to the city?" Conrad says, "We'll improvise, probably get us a bite to eat and then head up to the Player's Club. I'm still a bit tired from yesterday, so think I'll take a nap now. Please awaken me prior to the train passing over the Connecticut River Bridge." "Yesterday was a," she paused, looking for the right word. "A momentous day. Get your rest, Conrad. Let me watch over you for once." She smiled and pulled a book out of the small bag she had carried onto the train with her. "I'll let you know when we're nearing the river." The journey proves peaceful, as the train rolls out of the city. They pass by the commercial development and factories that have grown up in the west suburbs of Newton, Waltham and Framingham. The scenery beyond that is mostly rural farms just now being prepared for spring planting. A short while later they leave Commonwealth of Massachusetts behind them and cross over into Connecticut. In another half hour they are nearing the city of Hartford and the bridge that spans across New England's greatest river. Kate enjoyed the quiet ride, spending a lot of her time just looking out the windows at the greening land. She missed this in the west...the freshness of spring when everything jumps back to life after the bleak winter. Arizona was beautiful in its own way, but this was home. As they neared the river Kate laid her hand gently on Conrad's shoulder, suspecting that he was not deeply asleep. "The bridge is coming up, dear." He opens his eyes and in with a partial yawn thanks her. He then stands and says, "I'm going for a walk if you'd care to join me." "Of course," she said with a little question in her voice. "These trips get long and a little walk is always nice." Kate initially assumes that Conrad is talking about talking a walk at the West Hartford train depot on the opposite side of the river. Instead he leads her to the back car of the train while it is still in motion, and opens the door to the rear platform while the train is still in motion. He steps out onto the railed platform, still holding Kate's hand and pulls her after him. He shuts the door behind them as the train begins to cross the bridge over the river. When they are around mid-way along the span he lets go of her hand and reaches into his vest pocket. "Are we supposed to be out here?" Kate asked, laughing lightly. She looked out over the river as they rushed over the bridge. "It is stunning." Kate felt him let go of her hand and turned back, using her hand to hold her hat on her head. He was reaching into his pocket. "Conrad?" He removes his cupped hand from his pocket, holding something inside of it. He reaches over and says, "Hold out your hand, dearest Kate." With her left hand still holding her hat steady, Kate put her hand under his palm up. "What is this?" she asked wonderingly. And into her hand he drops.....a bullet. He says, "It's the one that Mr. Ringo had customized with my name. Would you please do the honor of ridding our lives of it." "You've been carrying this with you? My dear, why? How did you get it?" "Mr. Gonzales kept the ones with Sonoma and Ginnie's names on them, but the ones targeted with my name and the one for Deputy Martin he gave to each of us to dispose of as we saw fit. Up until this trip it's been locked inside of my house safe. I considered tossing it into Boston Harbor last night but didn't want to break the mood by talking of unpleasant things." Kate looked down at the name expertly etched on the side with a shiver. "I will be more than happy to be rid of it." "Then toss away my dear, where none will ever be able to find or use it." She looked at the bullet again, more aware now of the precious thing it had been meant to steal from her. Looking up she met Conrad's eyes and a smile came to her face. She pulled her arm back and flung the bullet out over the water, watching until it fell with a splash into the river far below and sank out of sight. "No more Cowboys to hunt us," she said softly. "No one left to wish us harm." Conrad replies, "Well, perhaps one person...we'll see how he feels this afternoon about our unannounced visit." Kate laid her hand in his again. "We shall. I keep trying to find something to say, some comfort for you to lessen your nerves. But there is none. Only that I will be with you whether the results are good or bad, if that is a comfort." "It is, thank you." The two return back inside as the train pulls into the station. Kate sighed as they took their seats again. There was so much more going on inside Conrad Booth than anyone suspected. She knew his heart to be warm and loyal, and she suspected bruised from the unkindness received in Promise City, and from his father. She feared it would be bruised the worse after their visit. "Now it is my turn to nap," she said when the train pulled out again. "Be sure to wake me when we reach the outskirts of the city." Conrad gently shakes Kate saying, "It is time to wake up my dear. We are arriving at Manhattan Island." Kate lifts her head up to see that they are indeed arriving at Grand Central Depot. Built between the years 1869 and 1871 when Commodore Vanderbilt was in charge of the New York Central and Hudson River Railroad, the elaborate terminal on 42nd street had served city well since that day. A large clock on the Depot wall indicated that the time was now 12:45 P.M. Kate blinked and sat up straight. "I'm sure I'm all mussed," she chuckled. Once she was fully awake she got her bag and looked curiously about her. "It's been a long time since I was here, I'm not sure I remember everything. We'll have to get my trunk." The two debarked the train together, and soon a porter was found and Kate's trunk retrieved. "Should we find rooms somewhere first, or would you rather just head to the club?" "Let's get settled first." He locates a porter and then flags down a coach and supervises the loading of the trunk. He then has the driver take them to the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Once considered the finest of accommodations in the city, this hotel was one of the first in the world to have a functioning elevator, with it being built in the 1850's. While the city of New York now offers more luxurious accommodations for the wealthy it remains the equal to the finest hotels in smaller cities and with the possible exception of a few places in San Francisco is far nicer than anything else west of the Mississippi River. Conrad asks for two adjacent rooms on an upper floor, removing a roll of bills from his money clip. He attempts to stand between Kate and the clerk so that she can not see how much he is paying for these, but she sees enough to conclude that this night here will cost the gambler in excess of $ 100. A bellhop with a wheeled cart helps them with Kate's trunk and Conrad's suitcase as they head upstairs via the elevator to the sixteenth floor. The bellhop shows them to the rooms, each of which is a three-room suite with a living area, bedroom, and opulent bathroom. Each has electric lights, running water and the finest of furnishings. Conrad says, "Why don't you get yourself freshened up. I will meet you in an hour and we can then go find ourselves somewhere nice to eat." The bellhop suggests that they dine at Lord Barstow's Restaurant just a few doors down from the hotel and offers to make a reservation for them. Conrad finds that agreeable and suggests a 3:00 P.M. seating. Kate nodded her agreement and disappeared inside her spectacular rooms. The dark, polished wood of the furniture gleamed in the light from the windows and set the rich garnet of the upholstery to shimmering. She ran her hand along the fabric and felt the luxuriousness of it. With hardly a thought her shoes were removed and her feet feeling the deep plush of the carpet. In contrast to the rich, red-papered floral wallpaper of the sitting room, the bedroom was a soft, restful blue. The bed was wide enough for three to sleep comfortably and surrounded by privacy curtains that would keep out any stray drafts that might disturb the sleeper. Kate hung her dresses is the massive, gleaming wardrobe and tucked her small box of jewelry away in the vanity. The gleaming white bathroom was tempting her with its large bathtub, but there was not time for that luxury just now. Instead Kate sat down at the vanity and began her "freshening." Her hair was unpinned and carefully brushed, then pinned back up in a soft, complex style. She then chose an afternoon dress of deep violet with a v-neckline made appropriate by a gauzy white scarf that covered what the neckline would have exposed. The gown was far above anything but the evening dresses she had worn in Promise City, and when Kate looked in the mirror she saw the Lady who had disappeared in Arizona. Whether that Lady was her anymore, she wasn't sure; but it was good to see her again. The hour was almost up, and Kate went back out into the sitting room to wait for her escort. Conrad arrived shortly thereafter. He was attired in what appeared to be a brand new three-piece suit of navy blue with pin-stripes with a pattern of gold embroidery in the navy blue vest. His white silk shirt also appeared to be new, as is the navy and red patterned silk tie. Only his belt and shoes appeared to be those that she had seen previously, but both of them were newly polished with a shine on the black leather. The other change in appearance was that he shaved off again the goatee and mustache which he had grown back since the festival. "Katherine, I have never seen you looking any more radiant than you do right now. It is my great honor to escort you to dinner," he states. "Thank you," Kate said with a pretty blush. She picked up a large black straw hat covered in roses that matched the dress and pinned it on her head at an angle, then walked over to Conrad. Her hand reached up and touched his strangely smooth face. "You look remarkably well yourself. I hope you'll grow this back, I rather like the whiskers." He replies, "Yes, but it was necessary now, just as it was the day of the Festival. If you wish it to be grown back then I will do so. I believe that Mr. Gonzales could help in making that so prior to our return to Arizona. As for my appearance, I would not have considered this meeting in anything except the finest of clothing. I was thankful yesterday morning that your father was able to recommend one of Boston's best clothiers, who not only had something in my size in stock and was willing to do the alterations right then." "You've been very busy, and talking to Papa on your own. I understand the necessity. In fact, I expect to be quite stared at in the restaurant. The whiskers will grow back in their own time and I can be a patient woman." She slipped her arm in his. "I hope my gown is fine enough?" She paused. "How will you introduce me to your father?" He pauses and asks, "How would you like me to introduce you?" "I don't know," she said honestly. "Is there a word that fits? Ruby always calls Jake her boyfriend, but 'girlfriend' seems wrong. We're grown people and.... I don't know. But I'm sure whatever we say, he will notice how things stand before long." She walked out of the room with him and locked her door. "Let's go to dinner. We'll think better with food in our stomachs." He follows her out and states, "No Katherine, this question that you raise needs an answer. I know how I would like to introduce you.....but given the emotional turmoil of this trip East I'd say that now is not the appropriate time for either of us to be making long-term decisions about our future together. Why don't I introduce you to him as a very dear friend of mine. That is truthful and should suffice, he can assume from that whatever he wishes." "I agree. Whatever else I am, I am your friend too. For now, let's just enjoy each other and our time together. It won't be often when we are alone together with this much freedom." "That is true. Plus I have always wanted to try out this particular restaurant. The one thing that I miss most about living in Arizona is the chance to eat freshly caught fish. In San Francisco it was plentiful. I'm not sure exactly what will be on the menu but can't wait to taste it as long as it came from the Ocean." "Oh, it's been ages," she said excitedly. "I hadn't even thought of that. I'm starved, let's hurry." Lord Barstow's Restaurant is on the first two floors of an eight-story building, the upper floors housing a number of successful Manhattan businesses including several financial institutions and the New York City office of Lloyds of London. The restaurant has an elaborate lobby taking up both stories, with a marble fountain in the lobby center and marble staircases heading up both sides to the private dining rooms on the second floor. The ground floor has one large main dining room a smaller one off to the east side, and multiple doors into the kitchens in the back. Conrad gives the host his name and they are escorted to a table near the stained glass windows and velvet curtains adorning the north wall. Despite being after the lunch hour and well before the dinner hour the restaurant is packed. Above the main fireplace is an elaborate ten-by-fourteen foot portrait of the member of British Royalty who had established the restaurant. He had once resided in Manhattan until a scandal arose due to an affair that he had with the underage step-daughter of an important politician. He then sold his interest in the restaurant and returned to Great Britain, but the new owners chose to retain the original name due to the popularity of the establishment. "I feel like a little country girl," Katherine said after they were settled. "Boston has it's splendors, but this... My parents didn't take us children to such places, and after I was married we didn't have the means for this kind of extravagance." She opened the menu they were given and immediately looked to the seafood. Of course, the menu had no prices, but Kate was determined not to drain Conrad's pocketbook too much and considered carefully. Conrad says, "I'm not sure....either the swordfish or the Atlantic salmon. What do you think?" "I've never had Swordfish, but I adore salmon. Get the swordfish for yourself. You can always have a taste of my salmon if you get the urge to try it." He laughs, "Oh sure, restaurants like this would just love to see people sharing food from each other's plates. That would get us blackballed from all of the society pages. Let me handle this." The waiter arrives and he says, "We can't decide between the salmon or swordfish. Would it be possible for you to bring us a small sample of each?" The waiter says, "Sir, this is highly irregular." He replies, "Perhaps, but I'd venture to bet that ordering a bottle of 1857 Bourdeax is also somewhat irregular, but that is what I would like to drink." The man replies, "Very good sir. The wine and the food will be right out." "And were you worried about society, dear?," she asked after the waiter had gone. "That was very clever, but the wine! I'm sure it will be wonderful but I doubt the two of us could finish a whole bottle," she finished, suddenly remembering herself and stopping herself from mentioning the expense. "Thank you. A better treat I can't imagine." "Actually a bottle will be just about right, provided of course that you share it with me. I'm going to need some alcohol to calm my nerves and relax me enough to actually go through with this visit. And by ordering something expensive I won't be tempted to order second bottle once it's gone." "Of course I'll share it with you. Be careful though, you still want your mind to be clear. You're not alone this time; lean on me a bit." She paused and smiled. "I will just bless my luck that I get to be the lady you share it with." "The luck is all mine," he states in reply. The bottle of wine is soon brought to the table and uncorked. It meets with Conrad's approval and a glass is poured for both. It is followed soon thereafter by a seafood appetizer plate for each, that in addition to the swordfish and salmon also includes an oyster, a breaded cod filet and a broiled piece of halibut. Along with the excellent wine and delightful seafood, Kate let her conversation drift to lighter things, hoping to take Conrad's mind off what came after this dinner. She enjoyed the food unabashedly, finally saying. "Thank heavens I've got my appetite back. What a shame if I could only nibble, but Maman would be horrified," she laughed. "Well, maybe not. Knowing what she knows now, she'd probably be giving me more." The waiter returns to take their full orders, Conrad asking for a plate of the salmon. The meal also includes freshly baked bread, a garden salad, a baked potato with cheese sauce, and a vegetable medley. Near the end of the meal Conrad comments to Kate "Is that somebody who you know?" as he gestures his head to the side. She looks over to see a trio of old men with scraggly white beards and dark suits. One of the men is staring at Kate and begins to walk in that direction, the other two men following him. He does look familiar but Kate cannot place exactly where she has seen him before. "I've seen him before, but I can't think where. Or why he would be interested in me. It looks as though we'll be finding out." Kate set down her fork and delicately dabbed at her lips with her napkin as if she hadn't noticed them, but was ready to receive them politely when they arrived. The men arrive and the man introduces himself as being Walt Whitman. He says to Kate, "Miss Seagram, your father spoke eloquently at the private service for Mr. Emerson on Sunday." He introduces the other two gentlemen as his brothers George Washington Whitman and Thomas Jefferson Whitman. George comments to Kate that he served with her father in the war, at Fredricksburg. He asks, "And what brings you to my city?" Katherine stood and nodded to each man as he was introduced. "Thank you, Mr. Whitman. Mr. Emerson was loved by my family and will be very much missed." She turned to George. "My father has spoken of you, sir, and very well I might add. My friend has family business here, and I could not resist the chance to visit New York City while I was near. I reside in Arizona now, so you see I must seize my opportunity while I can. May I introduce you to my dear friend, Mr. Conrad Booth?" Conrad greets them. They continue to talk and when it becomes obvious to the waiter that the conversion will continue he has three chairs brought over for the older men and they order coffee. Walt Whitman comments that "I seem to be loosing all of my contemporaries. Henry Longfellow went to his great reward last month and now Ralph Emerson has passed on. I'll be happy for a month where I don't have a funeral to go to." A shadow of the past flickered across Kate's face before she quickly hid it. "Yes, it seems so many extraordinary people have been called, and there was never enough opportunity to know them. But in these cases at least, we can always visit their spirits again by opening the works they left us. Still, let us hope these bleak days will be followed by a bright spring. I will begin teaching school when I return to Arizona, and I'm looking forward to introducing the children to yourself and your contemporaries." The conversation continues, with Conrad mostly listening while Kate and Walt dominate the discussion about 19th century authors. After a while Thomas Whitman asks Conrad a question about how he likes the city. He mentions how impressed he is with it, alluding to the fact that he's only visited it once before. Walt picks up some level of apprehension and presses him further. A glimmer that Kate recognizes crosses Conrad's eyes and he asks, "Mr. Whitman, are you familiar with the Player's Club?" The poet and author replies, "Why yes, I happen to be a member of it." Conrad briefly explains that he is a relative of the owner and wishes to discuss a personal matter with him but has concerns that the senior Booth may not be willing to receive him. She couldn't say anything, instead looking to Conrad hoping he would understand not to push past taking an opportunity to using someone. [i]Be honest, my dear.[/i] Whitman comments, "So sir, do I understand that you are asking me to get you inside of the club as a guest of mine?" Conrad replies, "No sir. I would not make such an imposition on you. I was only hoping that you could perhaps make an inquiry on my behalf. Last month when Katherine and I met Samuel Clemens he offered to do so on his next visit to the city. But first he was planning to take a journey on a riverboat along the Mississippi River, so he probably has not had a chance yet. This trip east from Arizona for Mr. Emerson's funeral was unanticipated, but as we were already in the region I was hoping to perhaps see him now instead of having to make another journey later. Whitman nods and offers to make the inquiry. He then excuses himself from their company, leaving his brothers to talk to Conrad and Katherine. George Whitman asks Kate for an update about her father. Kate's body relaxed even as she felt ashamed of herself for doubting Conrad's motives. "He's well. This week has been difficult on all of us, and Papa tries to be strong for everyone. He's been doing well the last few years. He only goes into the office a couple times a week now, the business pretty much runs itself. Instead he reads and studies, spends his time with men like Mr. Emerson. Today I believe he'll be visiting an institute for the blind. There is one particular student there who is very promising. My eldest brother has two little daughters now that Papa absolutely adores...." Kate continued on just a little, sketching in the state of her family in general. Whitman returns after ten minutes. He says, "The restaurant manager allowed me to use his Bell telephone and I spoke to Mr. Edwin Booth's secretary. I am invited to bring the two of with me to the Club as my guests early this evening. I will take leave of you now and bring my brothers back to their homes. I will return in approximately two hours time. Do you wish for me to gather the two of you here or at some other location?" Conrad appears to be too shocked to immediately answer. "Sir, that is very generous of you. We had not expected so much. Thank you. We're staying at the Fifth Avenue Hotel if you'd care to meet us there, downstairs in the lobby." Kate offered him her hand. "We are so grateful; I can't say how much. Can you tell me, what is the formality of dress in the club? I wouldn't wish to offend by being inappropriately attired." Whitman replies, "What you have on now would be fine. They are actually very flexible, as most of the Players' are artists. The stated purpose of the club is 'The promotion of social intercourse between members of the dramatic profession and the kindred professions of literature, painting, architecture, sculpture and music, law and medicine, and the patrons of the arts'. It is a very interesting Gentleman's club to belong too. Ladies may attend as guests but may not join as members." "Well, I am happy at least to be able to be a guest amongst many I've admired. Arizona has many things, but it can be somewhat lacking in artists." Kate turned to George. "I would be happy to carry a message to my father if you wish. And I'm confident Mr. Seagram would be pleased to see you at any time when you might be in Boston." She turned back to Conrad. "Is everything agreeable to you?" Conrad says, "Oh yes. Thank you very much Mr. Whitman, I don't know how to repay your kindness." Walt Whitman replies, "Nonsense, you are a friend of Emerson and the Seagram family. George Whitman tells Kate, "I currently have some friends from the Army visiting the city, other officers who served in the engineering corps. Why don't you send along a telegram to your father and see if he would like us to take the train up to Boston for a visit." "I will do that as soon as we return to the hotel. We are going back to Boston tomorrow; where shall I have him direct the return telegram?" He gives his Brooklyn, New York address to her. To Walt she said, "Should you arrive at the hotel early, just ask for Mr. Booth or Mrs. Kale." "I shall," he replies. The Whitman brothers depart. "Conrad, you're white as a sheet. Are you well?" she asked, smiling. Conrad states, "I...I will be. I had anticipated being turned away at the Players Club, to know that he will actually see me.....well, I guess I'm a bit nervous. I think I'll pass on having desert. We should probably head back to the hotel." "Of course, if you wish it." Kate reached across and took his hand. "You'll be fine, Conrad. Now you have a bit of time to think of what you'll say to him." The waiter brings the bill, which Conrad again pays with his back turned to Kate so she cannot see the exact amount. [/QUOTE]
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