When she returned to the cabin, she slipped in as quietly as possible, disrobed, and climbed back into bed, hoping she had not disturbed anyone. However, a few moments later, Kelly unwound herself from Baby Lizzy and slid in beside her, wrapping her arm beneath her shoulders. “Everythin’ okay, darlin’?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Meg replied as quietly as possible. “I just had another bad dream, that’s all.”
“I’m so sorry,” her friend replied, kissing her gently on the forehead. “It’ll get better, the farther away from England we go. You’ll see.”
Meg nodded. “I hope so. I just… I keep thinking about Charlie, too, and how lucky he is that, despite the ridicule he may be suffering now, how things are so much better now that I am out of his life forever. He didn’t deserve to be married to someone like me… someone who’s capable of the things I&r
Jonathan Lane was a wiz at gaining information, in any situation, in any location, and being aboard the Titanic had not limited his resourcefulness. Though they had just encountered little Ruth and her Aunty Meg the day before, he had already ascertained a room number, the names of Ruth’s parents—Daniel and Kelly O’Connell—and the fact that the other woman sharing their room was registered on the ship’s roster as Meg Sister, which he thought was rather odd and perhaps a clerical mistake. Early on the morning of April 12, he ran into a steward for Steerage passengers who mentioned the peculiar sight of a very attractive, fair-haired passenger leaving Third Class accommodations dressed in a pink robe in the middle of the night, spending several minutes peering into the Atlantic before returning to her cabin. He said the only thing truly unusual about it was the fact that the robe did not match the class. It seemed rather expensive, he noted.
Ruth had all but refused to eat a bite of her breakfast, insisting that they make their way to the deck as soon as possible so that she could continue her pursuit of finding “dawfins.” However, the longer she fussed the more waiting she had to endure, and by the time they had finished at last, they had one cranky, persnickety little girl on their hands.Meg followed behind the family, Ruth’s small hands grasping her parents’ as she led them to her favorite spot for dawfin watching, about where she had run into Charlie only the day before. Meg was holding a sleeping Lizzy, rocking her gently, and cooing at her softly. Even though Lizzy was not her own, she couldn’t help but treat her as such in these small moments when she had the baby in her arms.As Ruth turned around to tell Meg something, her face broke into a wide smile, and she immediately burst free from her parents’ grasps, shouting, “Uncle Charlie!” as she shot pa
It seemed Jonathan didn’t like the lack of conversation either. Eventually, he asked, “What are your plans once you reach America, Miss Meg?”“Oh, I’m not sure yet,” she admitted. They had made their way to the stairwell, and she was ever so cautious to watch her footing above the sleeping babe’s head as she made her descent. Jonathan seemed ready, lest she slip or fall, but she made it safely down, heading toward the corridor.Once she reached level ground, he asked, “What was your trade in England?”“Actually,” she dodged, “America is all about fresh starts. I think I may try my hand at something entirely different than what I am used to.” She could see their room just at the end of the hall, and though she didn’t mind Jonathan’s questions, they were becoming more personal and more pointed.“That sounds like an exciting venture,” he replied. “And
Kelly and Daniel could not see their daughter anywhere either. “Ruth?” Kelly yelled, her voice becoming shrill with panic. “Ruth Ann O’Connell!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.Just then, Charlie spotted her. She was climbing on the railing a few hundred yards down the deck, just about to throw one chubby little leg over the side. Daniel was pointing and yelling, an indicator that he saw her, too, and he was slightly closer. All three took off running, pushing their way through the crowd. She was smiling, and her sweet baby voice echoed, “Horsey!” as if she were simply going to ride on the railing. However, just as she was about to put her bottom down on the handrail, she slipped. It was as if it was happening in slow motion. Charlie could see her expression change from delight to terror as she began to tumble over the side. As her father and newly-found uncle made a dive for her, the men careened into each other. Charlie heard
“It’s definitely broken,” Dr. J. Edward Simpson assured Daniel once he reached the hospital located on D Deck, which was just one deck below where the incident had taken place.Daniel had already ascertained that bit of information, but hearing the medical expert confirm it made it no less difficult to swallow. “What now?” he asked.“Well, first I’ll set it, which will likely be quite painful, then I’ll cast it, which will take quite some time, and then in a month or so, depending upon how it heals, you can have a doctor in New York, or wherever you’ll be residing, remove the cast,” Dr. Simpson explained.“A month?” Daniel exclaimed, looking at Charlie and shaking his head in disbelief.“It’ll be all right,” Charlie assured him.“But how am I goin’ to work with a cast on my arm?” Daniel questioned, rubbing his good hand along his forehead and
“And Charlie offered Daniel a job at his father’s company. I was certain he’d lose that job for sure. But I ran into Jonathan on the way back here, and Jonathan said not to worry about it. They’ll find him somethin’ he can do with just the one arm for now. Here we were, hopin’ and prayin’ God would lead us in right direction, and the same man we’re runnin’ away from is the one to offer us a solution. What are the chances of that?”“I have money,” Meg reminded her. “We have enough to last a while, until we find work.”“Oh, I know, Meggy, but we didn’t want to take your money. And Charlie has offered us a place to live nearby the factory. You, too, of course. He even said you could work there if you wanted to, though I didn’t think you would,” Kelly explained.Meg grew a bit alarmed. “What did you tell him?”“Nothin’. Only that
Daniel had returned from the hospital just before dinner time still in a lot of pain, but his arm was wrapped up tight in a cast, and Dr. Simpson assured him that it would heal just fine so long as he kept the cast dry and went to a doctor within a few weeks of disembarking. Charlie and Jonathan had both stopped by to see him in the hospital as he waited for the cast to dry, and Meg had watched the girls for a bit so that Kelly could as well.When Ruth saw her daddy’s cast she cried, saying she was, “So, so, so, so sorry, Daddy,” and Kelly took it as another opportunity to drive home the idea that she must stay with Mummy, Daddy, or Aunty Meg at all times to which she had added, “Or Uncle Charlie. Or Mr. Jonaffin.” Her mother gave in but insisted that the list could not be lengthened to add anyone else, and Ruth agreed that she would never run off again.Daniel was too tired to accompany them to dinner, so the ladies took the girls and wen
Dinner was just as much a whispering, staring match as breakfast had been, but by now, Charlie no longer cared at all what the other First Class passengers had to say, and a few times when he caught gloved hands covering faces, obviously speaking about him, he waved across the room, causing the mumbling ninnies to blush in embarrassment.“Heard you had a bit of excitement on the Third Class promenade this morning, Charlie,” Molly mentioned with a knowing smile halfway through the event.“We did,” Charlie affirmed. “Lots of excitement indeed, Ms. Molly.”“What happened?” one of the older gentlemen at the table asked.Charlie realized all eyes were suddenly on him. They were probably wondering what he was doing on the Third Class promenade in the first place. Well, if they wanted to know, they had better muster the courage to ask. Otherwise, he would answer the question with as little detail as possible. &ldqu