Chapter Three
Emily
The sleek black automobile, preferably the newest model of Ford, steered round the thousands of people milling around the Southampton docks. It gave a loud honk as it prepared to stop. An older man of about 50, wearing a back suit and top hat, stepped out of the passenger side and went to the back door, opened it and immediately a long white gloved arm slid out of it. Out came a lovely woman, wearing a long green dress, a mink cloak and a large wide hat of dark green, piled in red flowers and feathers. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown, and although she was 40, she did not look it.
"So this is the Titanic!" she marveled. "It looks delightful!"
"That it does," he answered, "And not only that, its unsinkable!"
These two, Mr. and Mrs. Andrew and Eleanor Beauchamp were one of the noblest families of New York, travelling back home from a European vacation on the newest and grandest ship ever, the Titanic. They were looked upon as stylish and glamorous, a family of old money from the stock market and Wall Street. There was nothing they prided more than their money, Mr. and Mrs. Beauchamp, except for their daughter. Her name was Emily Anne, and she was the fairest young woman you would ever set eyes upon. She had glistening fair skin, burning, bright red hair and eyes so green they were like the vast hills of Ireland. And although they loved her very much, she did not love them as they thought. For Emily was headstrong and stubborn, and had no happiness for their life of glamour. The family was coming home early from Europe, because of Andrew and Eleanor's eager anticipation for Emily to start planning her wedding with her new fiancé Robert Hartley, a business tycoon from Boston. This was why Emily resented her parents so much. For she did not love Robert and did not want to marry him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than attend college. All her life she had wanted to go to Vassar College, and now her parents had put a barrier between her and her dream. Just then Emily stepped out of the car and examined the massive ship in front of her. "Well it's large, but I don't see what all the fuss is about." "Ah, Emily, do not judge a book by its cover, the Titanic is the finest ship ever made! And judging by the price of our tickets it should be!" Her father chuckled. He went up to Emily, looped his arm around hers and then his wife's and they made their way to the boarding docks. " Just you wait Emily, this is a trip you will never forget!"
Emily
The sleek black automobile, preferably the newest model of Ford, steered round the thousands of people milling around the Southampton docks. It gave a loud honk as it prepared to stop. An older man of about 50, wearing a back suit and top hat, stepped out of the passenger side and went to the back door, opened it and immediately a long white gloved arm slid out of it. Out came a lovely woman, wearing a long green dress, a mink cloak and a large wide hat of dark green, piled in red flowers and feathers. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown, and although she was 40, she did not look it.
"So this is the Titanic!" she marveled. "It looks delightful!"
"That it does," he answered, "And not only that, its unsinkable!"
These two, Mr. and Mrs. Andrew and Eleanor Beauchamp were one of the noblest families of New York, travelling back home from a European vacation on the newest and grandest ship ever, the Titanic. They were looked upon as stylish and glamorous, a family of old money from the stock market and Wall Street. There was nothing they prided more than their money, Mr. and Mrs. Beauchamp, except for their daughter. Her name was Emily Anne, and she was the fairest young woman you would ever set eyes upon. She had glistening fair skin, burning, bright red hair and eyes so green they were like the vast hills of Ireland. And although they loved her very much, she did not love them as they thought. For Emily was headstrong and stubborn, and had no happiness for their life of glamour. The family was coming home early from Europe, because of Andrew and Eleanor's eager anticipation for Emily to start planning her wedding with her new fiancé Robert Hartley, a business tycoon from Boston. This was why Emily resented her parents so much. For she did not love Robert and did not want to marry him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than attend college. All her life she had wanted to go to Vassar College, and now her parents had put a barrier between her and her dream. Just then Emily stepped out of the car and examined the massive ship in front of her. "Well it's large, but I don't see what all the fuss is about." "Ah, Emily, do not judge a book by its cover, the Titanic is the finest ship ever made! And judging by the price of our tickets it should be!" Her father chuckled. He went up to Emily, looped his arm around hers and then his wife's and they made their way to the boarding docks. " Just you wait Emily, this is a trip you will never forget!"