Okay, this alternates POVs, if you can guess...And so this is a James
chapter...It's not really that good, but it's filler...
Anyways, Liberty's Kids isn't mine, doi.
I gaze down at the letter Sarah's dad sent me. This was all so unexpected. I guess I was buying that newspaper earlier than I thought. I wonder what I'll call it.
Dear James,
I know that this letter shocks you, but I must write it. I know that you are a good man, and that you care deeply about my beloved daughter, Sarah. Which is why I must ask a favor of you.
I have finished the work left on my estate, and the house is fully set up. However, things here are a little hectic, which is why I am asking you for this favor. I cannot pick Sarah up at this time, or, I'm afraid, for a long while. Which brings me to my point.
James, can you escort my daughter to our home in up-state New York? I know it is a lot to ask, but you are the only man Sarah and I trust enough to do it. Sarah told me of how you wish to buy your own newspaper. I will give you enough money to buy it if you help me out. Of course, I'm sure that it won't be too much trouble for you.
Enclosed is enough money for the journey and its various expenses. Sarah knows where we live, so ask her about that. I would like Sarah with us as soon as possible.
Thank you so much, Mr. Hiller.
Gratefully,
Major Samuel Phillips
Indeed, there was money enclosed in the letter. I suppose I'd better get started packing right away. But, first, I needed to see Doctor Franklin. He was so ill nowadays. I needed to see him, though, either way.
I quietly made my way from the print shop to Dr. Franklin's home. He was in bed, and, being as it was lunchtime, I had to bring him his lunch anyways. I walked in his room, setting the tray of breakfast on the table.
"Hello, James," Doctor Franklin says, adjusting his bifocals.
I bite my lip.
"Hello," I reply nervously.
He looked at me suspiciously.
"James, somehow I doubt you're here for my glowing personality and humorous wit. What do you have to tell me?" Dr. Franklin asks.
I bite my lip.
"Doctor Franklin, Sarah's dad wants me to escort her to New York. He said he'd give me the money to pay for my own newspaper. You might never see me again," I answer worriedly.
Dr. Franklin nods.
"I see," He begins thoughtfully. "I wish you the best, James. You have my blessing."
I am so shocked.
"Thank you, sir," I stutter.
He waves it off.
"Do not fear, James. You can take care of yourself," He says, reassuring me.
I nod, shell-shocked, and leave. Suddenly, my brain kicks into gear. I run upstairs, packing everything I own quickly. I'd better get going soon.
- Loren ;
Review please?
Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it before, this is gonna be S/J...lol
Anyways, Liberty's Kids isn't mine, doi.
I gaze down at the letter Sarah's dad sent me. This was all so unexpected. I guess I was buying that newspaper earlier than I thought. I wonder what I'll call it.
Dear James,
I know that this letter shocks you, but I must write it. I know that you are a good man, and that you care deeply about my beloved daughter, Sarah. Which is why I must ask a favor of you.
I have finished the work left on my estate, and the house is fully set up. However, things here are a little hectic, which is why I am asking you for this favor. I cannot pick Sarah up at this time, or, I'm afraid, for a long while. Which brings me to my point.
James, can you escort my daughter to our home in up-state New York? I know it is a lot to ask, but you are the only man Sarah and I trust enough to do it. Sarah told me of how you wish to buy your own newspaper. I will give you enough money to buy it if you help me out. Of course, I'm sure that it won't be too much trouble for you.
Enclosed is enough money for the journey and its various expenses. Sarah knows where we live, so ask her about that. I would like Sarah with us as soon as possible.
Thank you so much, Mr. Hiller.
Gratefully,
Major Samuel Phillips
Indeed, there was money enclosed in the letter. I suppose I'd better get started packing right away. But, first, I needed to see Doctor Franklin. He was so ill nowadays. I needed to see him, though, either way.
I quietly made my way from the print shop to Dr. Franklin's home. He was in bed, and, being as it was lunchtime, I had to bring him his lunch anyways. I walked in his room, setting the tray of breakfast on the table.
"Hello, James," Doctor Franklin says, adjusting his bifocals.
I bite my lip.
"Hello," I reply nervously.
He looked at me suspiciously.
"James, somehow I doubt you're here for my glowing personality and humorous wit. What do you have to tell me?" Dr. Franklin asks.
I bite my lip.
"Doctor Franklin, Sarah's dad wants me to escort her to New York. He said he'd give me the money to pay for my own newspaper. You might never see me again," I answer worriedly.
Dr. Franklin nods.
"I see," He begins thoughtfully. "I wish you the best, James. You have my blessing."
I am so shocked.
"Thank you, sir," I stutter.
He waves it off.
"Do not fear, James. You can take care of yourself," He says, reassuring me.
I nod, shell-shocked, and leave. Suddenly, my brain kicks into gear. I run upstairs, packing everything I own quickly. I'd better get going soon.
- Loren ;
Review please?
Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it before, this is gonna be S/J...lol