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As a little hint of what is in my short story, here’s a short excerpt:
Eleanor finished school and took some correspondence classes to become a teacher. By the time she got her certification, she had two job offers. One offer was from a town a week away by stagecoach, and the other was two days away by wagon. After writing each for more specifics on the positions, she accepted the job in Wabash, Indiana, which was about thirty miles from her home in Fort Wayne.
Her father took a few days off work to bring her to Wabash and get her settled. The school was small with only about fifteen children, so the pay wasn’t much, and she would live with a different family every month. Eleanor didn’t mind either one of those drawbacks since the only reason she wanted to work was so she would have something to do and so she could help others. She also loved that she would get to know each child better.
Henry drove the wagon into Wabash and pulled up to the general store. “Would you like to come in with me or wait here?”
“I’d like to go with you and meet some of the people.”
Henry nodded and jumped down. He walked around to the front and tied the horses to the hitching rail before helping Eleanor down. They walked into the store arm-in-arm.
“Top o’ the mornin’,” the proprietor said cheerily. “And a fine mornin’ ‘tis now. I have two new customers with bright an’ cheery faces.”
Eleanor’s quick gaze saw the redheaded Irishman’s honest, happy face. “Good morning. I’m afraid you will only have one customer from the two of us.” She let go of her father’s arm and walked up to the counter. “I am the new schoolteacher.”
The Irishman’s smile grew even broader, though Eleanor had no idea how. “And ‘tis happy I am to hear that. We’ve been needin’ a teacher for our wee ones for many a year, but no one would come for such little pay. I fear ye have yer work cut out for ye, lass. But what is it that brought ye in here this fine mornin’?”
Henry stepped up behind his daughter. “I’m Henry Miller, Eleanor’s father. We’re here to find out where to bring her things.”
“Ah. Ye’ve come to th’ right place, ye have. Y’see, I’m the head of the school board and happen to know where yer daughter will be staying this month, next month, the month after that, and all the months through the end of the school term. And if she dare stay through next term, I know where she’ll stay then.” The man winked at her and came around the counter. “I fear I’ve been lax. Me name is Patrick O’Toole. If ye’ll but wait a wee bit, I’ll get me wife to mind the store and introduce ye to the Cavendishes meself.”
“Thank you. We’ll be here when you get back.”