All Things For Good - Part 1

Good Morning Fabulous Friday Fiction Fans,
Tis a lovely morning although it is supposed to be another HOT day. I don't remember ever having a summer here where it was in the 100s so long!


I've been kept occupied. The mail is fun to get now days. Since Priscilla De Silvosa is going on that trip of hers, we've gotten lots of mail every day from different states. Yesterday for example, we received info from 9 states. Some states only send one packet while others have every city, county, or town (or so it seems) send something. The state that has sent the most has been, hands down, MN! But boy, oh boy does this trip of hers look like fun!:)


The Western is coming along. I keep wanting to get to the end of it, but I can't rush it or no one would be happy and besides, Carson, Ty and Sally aren't people you can rush when they don't want to be rushed. :)


This story was an assignment which I gave to my Scribblers some time ago. My friend took the picture and when I saw it, I knew there was a story in it. Since it is long, I'm only going to post half of it today. Enjoy! Abigail, I didn't think you'd mind reading it again.:)


Oh, yes, don't forget to go to the end of this post to read more about Miss Priscilla De Silvosa's trip!
Okay, so much for getting pictures up. This is giving me problems. I'll try to get the pictures up later.

All Things For Good
by
Rebekah M.

Rose gave a deep sigh of satisfaction as the car made the last turn before her home was reached. From the driver’s seat her dark haired, dark eyed fiancé glanced over at her. Her reddish blonde hair, pulled loosely back from her face, was tied with a dark blue ribbon which just matched her eyes. To him she had never looked so sweet.
“Are you that eager to reach home?”
Her bright smile flashed across her face as she answered, “Only because I get to see Daddy. I don’t know what I would do if we were going to move far away after we get married.”
Josiah laughed but didn’t answer as he pulled into the driveway. A large, slightly old fashioned, red brick house with white trim around the windows stood before them. Flowering bushes almost hid the lower windows while next to the small porch an overgrown rose bush almost reached the roof and sprawled out toward the path. Rose gasped and clutched his arm.
“Rose, what is it?” Josiah demanded.
“Where’s Daddy?”
“Honey, we just got here. He’s probably inside.”
“Something is wrong, Jose, he never lets the grass grow this long. Something must have happened!”
“Now don’t start to worry, maybe the lawnmower was broken.”
Rose shook her head. Almost running up the walk she tried the door. It was locked. After fumbling in her purse for the house key, she tried with trembling hands to insert it. Finally Josiah reached out and gently took the key and turning it in the lock, opened the door.
“Daddy! Daddy, where are you?”
Silence was the only answer.
“Daddy! Daddy!” the words were frantic. “Jose, we have to find him!”
“Calm down. We’ll search every room. Perhaps he had to run an errand.” Josiah’s words were soothing and together they began to look through the house with its host of rooms, many of which were hardly ever used. It was no use. The house was empty.
When the last room had been looked into, Rose turned frightened eyes towards the stairs and gave a half sob. Josiah’s arm went around her.
“It’s going to be all right, Rose,” he soothed.
Suddenly she stiffened. “Jose! We have to find him! He must be hurt. Call the hospitals, the police. He was kidnapped. He’s dead, something happened to him!”
“Whoa, Rose! Listen to me!”
“No, we have to do something! We have to do something now!” Her hands clenched and her knuckles showed white through her skin.
“Rose!” When she wouldn’t quiet, Josiah grasped her shoulders and turned her face to his. “Stop,” he ordered. “You are only making it seem worse. Get a hold of yourself now.”
With an effort, she finally calmed down, but still looked white and shaken.
Drawing her gently downstairs, Josiah set her in an easy chair and brought her a glass of water. “Now,” when she had regained a little color, “let’s think of what we can do.”
“Call Sergeant Dwight. He knows Daddy.” Rose brushed away a tear. “Maybe he can help.”

“And there is no note on his desk or the dining room table?” Sergeant Dwight asked.
Both of them shook their heads.
The sergeant was quiet, his brow drawn in thought. “Who is his lawyer, Rose?”
“Edward Randolph”
“Called him?”
Rose shook her head.
“I think I would. Who knows, he might know something. Let me know what he says. I’ll keep my eyes and ears alert for any leads. But for now, I’ll have to go.”
Josiah followed the sergeant to the door for a few last words.
“I really don’t know what to tell you. Check the windows for signs of break-ins, check with the neighbors, and talk with his lawyer.”
“Thanks. I’ll do that. I just don’t want to panic Rose more than necessary.”
The sergeant nodded. “I understand. Call me with any news. Like I said, it’s probably nothing.”
Josiah thanked him and turned back to the living room and Rose.

“Rose, you have to get some sleep.” Josiah’s voice was firm yet coaxing at the same time.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Try. You’ll need your strength in the morning. I promise to wake you if anything happens.”
“The lawyer?”
“It’s after hours. I’ll try first thing tomorrow. Now get some rest.”
To this Rose at last reluctantly agreed and went up to her room with heavy steps.

“Yes . . . I see . . . Of course . . . Thank you, we’d appreciate that. . . . You too, good bye.”
“Well?”
Josiah hung up the phone and turned to Rose who was standing beside him. “Mr. Randolph had a stroke three days ago and is in the hospital. His secretary hasn’t gotten to see him nor does she know anything about your father.”
For several minutes Rose stood in pale silence trying to calm her taut nerves.
Her fiancé watched her in concern. Would the strain be too much for her? If only they had some clue. The neighbors hadn’t known anything except that no one remembered seeing Mr. Davidson since the week before last. There had been no news from Sergeant Dwight and now this discouraging phone call. Into his thoughts Rose’s painfully quiet voice broke.
“Let’s go through every room and look for some note. It could have slipped behind something like . . .” her words died away into nothing, and she stared into vacancy.
“Rose?”
She came out of her reverie with a start and the search began. Each room was thoroughly gone over. Every scrap of paper carefully looked at. Every drawer was taken out to see if anything had fallen behind it. Every thing movable was moved. The search went on with only a short break to get a bite to eat at Josiah’s insistence.

Come back next Friday for the rest of the story.

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The plans for this trip are growing and will be oh such fun! If you have not yet picked the specific states you wish go travel to, do so now after you check to see if there is still room. All states with an X beside them are full. If they have a 1 beside them, then they have room for one more person. Some of them might have a ? and that is because someone has reserved those states, but isn't sure yet if they can go. If a state is not on the list, than it is open. The packets of information which have been coming to me have sparked my interest in this trip as never before! I can't wait to get started!
My companion is checking her calendar to see if she is going to be able to make the trip. I sure hope she can. I know she would enjoy it.:)
I hope you know your state postal codes.:)
AK -1
AZ -X
CA -1
FL -1
GA -1
IA -1
KY -?
ME -1
MT -1
NV -?
NM -?
SC -?
VA -1

If you want to come, let me know! ~ PDS