A Home for Her Heart. Janet Barton Lee

of them.”

      “Oh, I know you’re going to miss all of those, John,” Luke said from the other side of Kathleen.

      By the grin he flashed, Elizabeth could tell that just as she did, Luke knew how John felt about having to cover what he considered soft stories as opposed to the hard-hitting ones he chomped at the bit to do.

      Mrs. Heaton pushed away from the table, signaling the end to dinner and John pulled Elizabeth’s chair out for her, as Luke did the same for Kathleen. The other boarders headed for the big parlor while the two of them followed Luke and Kathleen to the smaller parlor at the end of the hall.

      After they all had taken a seat around a small table in the middle of the room, Kathleen wasted no time in letting them know of the derelict properties she’d run across in the course of her job. She handed them pictures of the two buildings from the outside.

      “I was about to take pictures of the hallways and stairways in one of them when the landlord came out and told me to leave. He wouldn’t give me any information about the owner of the building and with the work I do to try to help tenants get out, I didn’t want to make things hard on any of them. But I know there are children living there and there’s broken glass from some of the windows in the hallways,” Kathleen said. “That’s dangerous.”

      “We’ve reported it to the authorities, but whether that will help or not is anyone’s guess,” Luke said. “And Kathleen is in and out of that area so much, I don’t want her in danger from what she sees and tells us.”

      “Don’t worry about that, Luke,” John said. “We won’t tell where our information came from.”

      “I know you won’t.” Luke put a protective arm around Kathleen.

      “I hope the articles you’ll both write will bring the kind of attention that will make the owners clean up these places. You won’t believe it until you see them for yourselves.” Kathleen handed them the addresses of both buildings. “You will do it, won’t you? With articles in both the Tribune and the Delineator, word will get out to more people and surely something will be done.”

      Elizabeth glanced at John. Working with him was the last thing she wanted to do—he had a way of irritating her on a good day. And he didn’t look any happier than she felt at the prospect. But she couldn’t tell Kathleen no. The woman had been through so much living in those tenements and now she was working hard to help others get out as she had. There was no way she could refuse to do what her friend asked. She nodded.

      And she had no doubt that John would accept. It was a chance to further his career—even if he had to have her tagging along.

      “Want to check them out in the morning, Elizabeth?” John asked.

      “Might as well. What time?”

      “Let’s go right after breakfast.”

      She nodded. “That’s fine with me.”

      “Oh, thank you both!” Kathleen gave Elizabeth a hug. “I know your stories will make a difference.”

      “That’s what we’re hoping for,” John said.

      Elizabeth couldn’t back out now. No matter how much she might want to.

       Chapter Two

      Elizabeth’s alarm clock jarred her awake an hour earlier than usual for a Saturday and she fumbled to quiet it so as not to awaken the whole floor. After the meeting the night before, she, Kathleen and the other women boarders had stayed up much too late poring through magazines and patterns for wedding gowns, finally narrowing down Kathleen’s favorites to a manageable number. Hopefully they’d trim down her choices more in the next few days.

      She threw off the covers and hurried to freshen up in the bathroom she and Kathleen shared. After dressing in a plain shirtwaist and skirt for the trip to the tenements, she hurried down to breakfast, yawning as she entered the dining room. Julia Olsen, who worked at Ellis Island, was just leaving for work.

      “See you at dinner,” she said as she walked out of the room.

      “Good morning, Elizabeth,” Mrs. Heaton said. “You’re down earlier than usual today.”

      “Good morning! Kathleen wants John and I to check out some buildings this morning for possible articles and we’re leaving right after breakfast.”

      “Oh, I’m glad. Something must be done to get those landlords to take care of those dilapidated buildings.”

      Elizabeth chose a muffin from the sideboard, along with a couple of pieces of bacon and some fluffy scrambled eggs before taking her seat at the table.

      Saturdays were always more relaxed than workdays or Sundays when everyone was on their way to work or church. The boarders came down at different times and lingered at the table a little longer. This morning John entered just as she took her seat.

      “Good morning,” he said as he began to fill his plate. Ben and Matt entered behind him.

      John slid into his seat beside her. “I’m surprised to see you up so early. I heard you women laughing when I went downstairs last night.”

      “We did have a good time. What did you and the men do?” Elizabeth asked.

      “Oh, we played a few games, talked about the building Matt is working on and finally got bored with our own company and called it a night.”

      “I’m still not sure why all this secrecy about the wedding dress is necessary,” Luke said from across the table.

      “Missed Kathleen, did you?” Elizabeth asked.

      Kathleen and Millicent Faircloud, one of the new boarders, entered the room just then and Elizabeth thought once more of how blessed she was to be living at Heaton House. As an only child with a father who was out of town often and only a housekeeper to look after her, she truly felt as if she were part of a big family living here.

      “What’s all this I’m hearing?” Kathleen asked. “If it makes you feel any better, Luke, I missed you, too.”

      That seemed to settle the man down and he smiled at his fiancée as she took the seat he pulled out for her.

      Talk turned to the nice weather they were having and the Independence Day celebrations planned in the city the next month. As always there was much going on—parades, picnics and fireworks.

      “There is much to choose from. But we really ought to go on a picnic while it’s still fairly cool,” Mrs. Heaton suggested. “Why don’t we go this coming Saturday, if the weather holds up?”

      “Oh, I love the sound of that,” Millicent said. “I’d like to get photos of all of you at the park.”

      “It’s about time we had some new ones made. But we need to include you and Matt in some. Maybe we can get a passerby to take a few.”

      “That’d be nice.”

      Everyone seemed excited about a trip to Central Park.

      “It should be lovely this time of year. Just about everything has bloomed now,” Mrs. Heaton said.

      “If your garden is any indication, there will be roses everywhere,” Elizabeth said.

      “I think we should all take another trip to Coney Island and go swimming before long,” Ben suggested. “That might be something to think about for Independence Day. And you know they set off fireworks on Manhattan Beach on that day, too.”

      “Most of the parks will have bands playing patriotic music, too. We’ll just need to figure out what it is everyone most wants to do that day and do some planning,” Mrs. Heaton said.

      “That’s a good idea. We’ll have to see what we can work in,” Luke said.

      “Sounds good to me, too,” John said. The clock in the foyer