August 9, 1883
My Dear Wyatt,
I do hope that this letter finds you well. I know that we have become estranged over these many years and I fear that this may resolve you to hesitate in considering my request. I must, however, beg a boon in regard to my recently born granddaughter Claudia. You will have scarce recollection of my own daughter Olivia; however, she managed to become pregnant several years ago at the rather advanced age of fifty-one. Perhaps not surprising given my own age when I had her; however, it was most unexpected and rather unfortunate, being the product of a small dalliance I must admit to having a hand in. For that I may well not forgive myself soon. The scoundrel absconded at once of course, and I have been raising this child much on my own due to some irregularities with Olivia. The details will not serve her well; just know that I now fear for the very life of Claudia and have no way to protect her anymore. I know you are well along in years, just as I am, and may well not welcome the idea. I still must ask, in fact insist, that you allow me to send the girl to you. She is well-mannered and causes little trouble, although I must let you know that she was born with only one arm. I have not seen this affect her in any way and she seems barely aware of it herself. It may well play larger when she is around other children on a more regular basis, although I feel she will make her way through any challenges that the world puts in her way. She has proven resolute in the face of her mother’s deterioration and I am certain she will remain so when she lives with you. Please hurry your response in regard to this request as I must get Claudia safely away as soon as possible.
With Warm Regards, Your Sister,
It was into the last week of August by the time that Wyatt received this and Isaac was deep into the plans he was making to depart before the end of the year. Realizing that a discussion about adding another member to their traveling party was going to need to take place before any further details were finalized, Wyatt folded the letter up and leaned back with his eyes closed.
He was conflicted, both in regard to his obligation to assist his sister, and in his ability to take on such a responsibility as was being asked of him. He had long ago cast aside any deep sentiments he may have had in regard to familial attachments; however he also still felt a lingering affection for his sister. Perhaps it was simply that she had been the one to see him off that day, regardless if that was out of obligation or not. He also understood that he was well advanced in years and may well not be around long enough to raise Claudia properly, or to protect her from Isaac if that became necessary. Was it right to bring any child willingly into this household that he now had, one that contained a rather unpredictable creature such as his son? Was the danger here worse than what his sister believed Claudia faced from her mother? After several long moments, Wyatt stood and walked into the small study where his son was bent over reading ship schedules at his desk. Sitting down, he waited until Isaac looked up.
“What is it?”
“Have you found a ship for us?”
“There are several, however, it looks as though we will need to leave from Boston aboard a Cunard ship. I had thought we would be leaving from New York.”
“It hardly makes a difference does it? I’m sure it will work out just fine from Boston.”
Isaac had stood up and was pulling at his hair as he answered. “Yes, perhaps it will, although my plans were for New York.”
Wyatt remained silent as his son fought through this change in his head. He had long ago noticed that any deviation from a previously developed plan gave Isaac serious internal issues, sometimes causing him to become melancholy for several days following a reversal or change. He may not look at all like his mother, however, much of her temperament seemed to have been passed along and Wyatt had learned to stay silent during these struggles. Finally Isaac sat back down.
“Our best bet looks to be the Marathon which sails on November thirteenth. We can get a ticket for us all at seventy dollars.”
“Steerage I take it?”
“Of course father. We have no money for first class, especially as you know my funds are reserved for purchasing an estate in Germany.”
“Yes, so you have said. What is the price to add another to the ticket?”
Isaac stood up again. “We are adding no one else. Our plans are made and we will leave with you, Ambrose, Lydia and myself, no one else.”
“I have a letter from my sister,” Wyatt began, however, Isaac cut him off.
“We will not be dragging along any remnants of your family, sister or not, I do not care. Tell her to seek her own adventures, by herself and on her own accounts.”
It took more than an hour for Wyatt to prevail, as he explained the details of the situation with Claudia, his obligation to help and the fact that he would look after the young girl himself. He then repeated his own insistence that she be allowed to go over and over until Isaac finally agreed in exasperation.
“Not one more change father. We leave via train on the ninth of November and that girl will be here or she will be left behind. You will arrange all of those extra details yourself and don’t ask me for funds to assist you either. This is totally your own affair.”
Wyatt bowed his head slightly in agreement and watched his son storm out of the room. Allowing a troubled but satisfied smile to cross his face, he then stood up and began to compose a reply to his sister, which he sent the next day along with a Western Union money transfer to pay for bringing Claudia out to Colorado. As he walked back toward home, Wyatt wondered again about his ability to raise and protect Claudia; however he also knew that there was now no going back from his decision and he would need to meet his new obligation as well as he could.
… to be continued