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Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Alexander walked out of the camp mid afternoon, following some of the other junior officers towards the nearest tavern but seeing as they were near the street with Eleanor's house he left the others with a quick excuse. As he walked down the street saw the house, one of Mr Wilson's tradesmen was busy fitting a door in the empty frame. Walking by, unsure what to do or say at this time he was approached by two of the neighbors. One did thank him for helping out, a glass of lemonade given to him for protecting their street, another giving him a piece of ginger cake the two older ladies began talking among themselves. Listening, as he often did to mother and her friends as they had their sewing circles, the two women talked about how the family had been quiet. Mr. Caldwell had a position with the Crown but had not fled, so he was not a Tory, the other said all who did not state otherwise were. They continued arguing about other neighbors, until he asked about Eleanor. The two exchanged brief smiles, yes she was unattached and a pretty girl, but also too much vinegar in her one said. They continued the banter back and forth, passing on to other girls, one had a cousin who was coming soon from Concord and they would very much like to introduce her if Alexander was so inclined. Thanking them for the lemonade and cake bowed politely and made his way out before they began deciding upon other unattached female relatives. Alexander gave another look at the house, hoping to see Eleanor again, then made his way back down the street and towards the camp again. Sighing he returned to camp, not wishing to enter the tavern and drink his afternoon away, rather he spent the time at camp lying back in his bed composing couplets just thinking of her. The men had mostly forgotten her by now, there was no more ribbing at him, though he was sure Eleanor would come up again at some point, sighing he lay back and rested his eyes recalling her. Smiling at the image of her with the fan striking the crowd and keeping her out of the house. Too much vinegar indeed, he agreed. Shrugging, knew one could do worse. One certainly would have a hard time finding prettier. Sitting up he took up his pistol and cleaned the powder from it, settling in to the soldier's life, laughing about too much vinegar. Yes, she certainly had that, and quite a fan.
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Once she was finished speaking with her father, she went to check on her mother who was still in the bed but she was at least sitting up and happily chatting to the youngest, Betsy who had always been mothers favourite child. Eleanor smiled and said, Are you doing better, Mama? She asked as her mother looked her way. She was wearing a cap alike her daughters who had all of their hair pinned up in a coiffure. Oh, Ellie those men coming into our house and taking your father from the living room. Mama had still been sleeping in her own room Betsy had been upstairs and Fannie and she had just been going down for tea and breakfast. Mama do not fret. They did not take Father Although, he was in rough shape but she did not want to worry her so. How will we survive here in Cambridge when those so called Patriots think that He mother started as Eleanor interrupted her. Mama! We will survive her and we will thrive if we put our heads down and let the British military do their jobs. Now, enough of this talk you must be famished. I will go get us all some breakfast and we will eat up here while the downstairs is being cleaned. Not that they had a dining room table to eat off of but she would go and make the breakfast herself since Cook was busy preparing and cleaning. As she was going down the stairs of their home. She noticed a familiar gentleman speaking to the neighbours as she went to the front room and glanced out of the window. It was that handsome soldier what in the blazes was he doing there? Well, no matter she had to be on her business. However, he was still on her mind later that evening as she was sitting in the circle with her sisters talking about their experiences that morning. It was after all, a shocking event that they would continue to talk about and tell stories of for the rest of their life. And when you had that look in your eyes, Ellie I knew what you were planning on doing. Lord, you scared me as you were beating those men with your fan and then you ran into Mr. Dooley. She mentioned as Eleanor remembered that moment. Oh, yes he wanted to know if I was alright. She scoffed about that. Kind gesture, and gentlemanly but we were in a riot and they were trying to take Papa away. Silly question, really. He ought to have asked what my favourite colour was as well. Betsy was trying not to laugh at that moment before Fannie said, And then, the militia stopping it. Do you think they though us, Tories? She asked quietly as Eleanor thought for a moment before shaking her head. No likely you know how the crowds can get. We will simply do at Father has said in the past and keep our heads down. No political talk either, it is not ladylike. She mentioned and that was considered to be the truth as they continued their sewing.
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Alexander walked among the regiment checking on the men, the open spaces of the encampment filled with either stacked muskets or cooking fires. The smells of a hundred different pots mingled in the air, with the heavy scent of burning wood, oak and pine that threaded among the smells of baking beans, pot biscuits and stewed beef. The men ate well and as they offered a taste to Alexander he was rather full by the time he made his way back to his shared tent. As he sat inside removing his jacket and brushing it off the flaps opened to two other young men in bright jackets like his own. Ah, the Lieutenant Gage I presume, the tallest spoke, whose head was just brushing the top of the tent. A beanpole of a man with the pinched, serious face of a school master, the hand that reached out was smooth and gentlemanly as they gripped. Lieutenant Masters, a hand gestured at the shorter, stocky man whose hangdog face was more suited for sorrowful thoughts than war somehow brightened with a smile, this is Lieutenant Hammond. We'll be sharing this delightful spot during our little excursion. Excursion? Alexander asked as the two moved towards the other two cots in the tent removing their coats, Hammond released a loud belch with a satisfied pat on the belly. Against the British my boy, Masters spoke, the voice one of impatience, soon they'll skedaddle from the colonies and leave us to our own devices. We have all the Tories bottled up in Boston, soon they can all take a boat back home across the shores. I hear you had yourself a little run in with the Tories yourself today, Hammond spoke as he reclined on his cot. Near the Caldwells, I understand. Alexander looked over hopefully, thinking again of Eleanor. Actually, it was the Caldwells. Do you know them? Our families are acquainted, Hammond picked his teeth with a finger, sorry to hear about that though, didn't they escape to Boston with the rest? They are Tory? Masters asked removing his coat and placing it carefully on the cot before brushing. Not that I know of, Mr Caldwell did serve the Crown but he wasn't the most enthusiastic that I know of, that daughter though, Hammond had a glint in his eye. Eleanor? Alexander asked a little too quickly. Oh yes, her, the smile broadened. Would be quite a catch, but fiesty. Had a few suitors but she never took to any of them, and between the brothers and Mr Caldwell none got too far. Sitting up Masters eyed him, caught your eye, eh? Well good luck with that one Gage. A laugh came as Hammond rolled over entering a light doze. Masters just grunted and focused on cleaning then folding his uniform, redoing it when a crease did not fit right. Alexander counted himself lucky that he had someone who could tell him about Eleanor, as he cleaned up his uniform his smiled broadened as he thought about her again. A challenge, something he could never resist.
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She personally did not want to keep her head down at her father had advised but it was for the best or they would have to flee to Boston or even England. There was also the option of Nova Scotia or one of the other territories to the North. Although, they did not know if that was safe either. Never the less, it was a stress to live in Cambridge when people thought they were Tories. Well, it was certainly the truth. And it was not as if they could really go to Boston unless it was in the dead of night and even then, there were those who patrolled the streets. If only they could make their way to Boston, then they would be able to see Arthur since he was stationed in protecting the city from the Patriots and their hope to take the city. Life had changed dramatically since they were mostly in the house and since a good amount of their furniture had had to be thrown out since it could not be fixed... they could not entertain as they had use to. This was naturally weighting on her mother who was a social butterfly since she had liked to entertain the officers that Arthur had brought home from the ships. How she had begged for Father to flee to Boston with their neighbours... There were a lot of empty houses of those who the Rebels called traitors. However, were not the Patriots the traitors to the crown? The next day was not nearly as eventful in the Caldwell household. Her Father was still in pain but he was able to get up and walk around. Meals were sent to his room since he could not get down the stairs without gasps and moans of agony on his part. Mother was also feeling a little better but Eleanor was still taking control of the household for the moment as one of the servants was sent out to the market for that day's meal. She did wonder if the servants would soon abandon them. She also wondered if they were on the side of the Patriots. Well, she had told Fannie and Betsy that they were to keep their mouths shut about politics from now on else they would not be so lucky if there was another riot. She only wished that Arthur could visit. She had always been closest with her older brother while growing up... and Andrew being that they were both the closest in ages to her. However, one was in India and the other was in Boston... while only across the river, it was the only place that they could not only just go to. Perhaps, she could send word to him about that happen and get his advice on the matter.
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Waking in the morning with Masters and Hammond made his way to the Officers Mess, the large tent next to Capt Williams quarters, a fairly large tent, where they took their orders for the day. Dressing quickly felt as if he was far away from home, playing soldier in some far away battlefield while only a short walk from home. The early morning chill was rousing as they dressed in uniform, noting the subtle differences in uniform. Breakfast was a simple affair, with the officers, mostly Lieutenants, gathered about the table and discussing the matters of the day, with the politics of Independence taking the forefront. There was slight conversation now, Captain Williams ran a quiet, more introspective table, some of the conversation revolving on how short this would all be with the Crown giving in. News from London was scant and months old by the time it came. It was as if deliberations were still happening. An uneventful patrol in the morning ended back in camp, the daily routine was the same, as he heard from Masters on the way back from breakfast. Keep order in Cambridge, riots were not allowed any longer, though those flames seemed to be burning out. The British were being kept in Boston, so watch for incursions or supporters, stamp out either. Attention was towards the Siege, and the response of the Lobsterbacks in New York and elsewhere. Some excitement about General Washington infused the camp, the men all seemed excited and ready to show their wherewithal to the British Troops. After Lexington and Concord there was a desire to strike back again, with their year enlistments under way many men were eager to bloody a British nose before returning home. Mr Gage, Masters commanding voice rose behind him as Alexander was looking across the Charles River towards Boston, his thoughts turning towards the coming fighting. His reverie broken Alexander turned and saw Masters leading some men towards him, new recruits. These three are yours, this one says he knows you. Get them settled. Alexander nodded as Masters completed his duty and left, the men were dressed in simple brown cloth, each armed with older, but passable, muskets. Welcome to the Massachusetts Foot, he told them with one of the three looking at him intently. A tall one, not as broad as Alexander but stocky, the dark eyes intent. Smiling easily he motioned the men to follow, the one looking at him was the one Masters had noted knew him, Alexander did not recognize the man. Did I hear Lieutenant Masters correct, we are acquainted? The man nodded, as they reached his regiment's encampment they stopped, pursing his lips Alexander searched his memory. The three stopped by Sergeant Bosun who had other men cleaning up the stores, an exasperated look on his face at new men he could see Bosun's face turn inscrutable. Alexander was liking the man, he was efficient and took charge of the men right away. I'm sorry, usually I remember faces, but I don't recall you. Your name soldier? Tomas Dooley, the man said. A look from Bosun put a slight chill in the man which added an icy tinge to the voice as he repeated the name. Tomas Dooley, sir.
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Emmett Anderson was only 17 years of age when he had come to the Massachusetts Foot Infirmary as a Volunteer. He was from other in the country in the Appalachian Mountains near the Hudson Valley of New York. However, Boston was in need of more at this moment being word of a plan of attack to corner the British at Boston. And so, he had travelled many miles from his parents farm. He would be given a rank as he looked to Lieutenant Gage with a smile. There were two other men as well and one of them knew the officer however, as they were being shown around. The Lieutenant was having trouble recalling if he did indeed know Tomas Dooley. They were introduced to Sergeant Bosun who would be the in between concerning the troops. He was older and it could be seen on his face most likely a farmer like his father. It could be seen on how he looked Emmett had a similar build since he had spent most of his life working on the homestead in the community where he had grown up. Of course, Boston or rather Cambridge was not like anywhere he had ever been before. He had never been to a military encampment either so for the young man, this was a wild and new adventure in his life. --- She was pouring over the letter from Arthur, it had been smuggled in from trusted friends but she had also sent word to him as well. Only about what had happened with the Rebels and them almost taking father with the belief that they supported the crown. If they did or did not she did not write that in the note but only recounted the events. She also mentioned that Father was bruised but not in a terrible condition. These were trying times as she was reading his own message. It was another plead for them to make their way to Boston. Naturally, she would have to burn it in the flames of the fireplace once read. The decision was final that they were to stay in their home.
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After breakfast Alexander checked the encampment, two men were gone, but Sergeant Bosun just sort of shrugged. All of the men enlisted sir, they take their freedom seriously. It was unspoken but they took it serious enough to go back home when it suited them. A commotion by the riverside took his attention. Following the men through the camp those who were there gathered by the Charles, the water flowed swiftly with the Spring melt and he could see small branches and other flotsam passing them by. Across the river, and the neck that connected the city of Boston to the rest of Massachusetts, there rose a few masts in the harbor. More of them than he had seen before. As he shaded his eyes to try and make out the ships far away saw Capt Williams and Masters standing together, walking towards them they were in conversation. Reinforcements no doubt, Williams was answering a question of Masters, the Captain raising a telescope and scanning the harbor before putting it back into a leather case. Was only a matter of time, probably supplies too. How can you tell sir? Alexander asked as he stood to the Captain's right. The masts Gage, Masters answered as if he were responding to a question from a petulant schoolboy. From an earlier conversation he knew Masters had trained to be a teacher but with the war he had enlisted and rose quickly to a Lieutenant. Though he always seemed to be in a schoolroom. Masts and sails, higher and more numerous the masts the bigger the ship, more masts more sails. Probably another 1,000 troops of so. They need provisions too, the Captain responded in his careful, patient voice. A veteran of the Indian wars the Captain was the more experience soldier in the militia, other than a few other older gentlemen. They'll have landing parties soon too, double the watches until further notice. Masters nodded, saluting as he turned and left. Williams turned to him, Gage, there will be a Ball in two weeks. I expect all my officers in attendance. Some wear a fancy dress uniform, most just clean the one they have. Wear whatever you prefer. Yes sir, he answered as he saluted. Thank you sir, with a nod from the Captain he turned and left. A ball, he thought to himself in hope, now that Eleanor was on his mind he wondered if he would see her there. Inviting her was out of the question, he barely knew her, but if he was lucky enough to see her there, then maybe he could get an introduction. For the moment, the British forgotten, Alexander returned to his regiment thinking only of the woman who he could not easily forget.
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There had been an invitation to a ball and their mother insisted that they were to go despite the suspicions of their alliance with the British. Their father was in agreement because it would make it seem like all was well. And so, Fannie and she were to go with their mother and father. As for Betsy, she was to stay at home with Aunt Susan because she was much too young being that she was still only fourteen. While she was nineteen and Fannie was seventeen and were deemed old enough. During those two weeks leading up to the ball, Ellie was rather busy with the daily routines. She had taken to the instruction of her two younger sisters along with her mother and their caregiver, Susan who was affectionately called Aunt Suzie by all three of her charges. The familys companion was not their Aunt but a family friend who came with them from England and had helped with the raising of the children throughout their years in the colony. Eleanor had always been closer to her Aunt then her mother. She had received a few letters in the last few weeks. Some from friends in Boston and other parts of the colonies and a few from Arthur. Also, one from Andrew all the way in India. However, one from Arthur was in the secret language that they had made up when they had been children. It was in English but there was a way of decoding it. It had been a game between all the siblings to hide secrets from their parents and Aunt Suzie. Only Arthur, Fannie, Andrew and herself knew it as a result they had never let Betsy in on it because she had been too young she supposed Fannie had been a little as well but as she was pouring over the letter she knew what Arthur was asking. It was only to give information that she might hear in passing Certainly, she wanted to help Arthur but she was also risking writing regular letters to him. Well, she would not give him any information and deny the request for the time being. Perhaps, she needed a few days to think it over. --- The ball was to be Grand event and she supposed one of the nice things about being in Cambridge was having access to things like fabric and lace. They were certainly not as well off as they had been before Father was not a trusted gentleman and so, they had to use older gown rather than have new ones. To make it appear as the gowns were new, they bought new ribbons and lace to customize it themselves with some help from Aunt Suzie but overall as they were leaving their home the night of the ball about two weeks after the incident. All of the Caldwells were looking beautiful and as if they had more money than their meager amount of their budget. It was also Fannies first ball and so, she was the most excited. Eleanor was as well since it had been awhile since they had gone to one as a family. She did hope that perhaps, this event would make it so they were invited to more events if they were seen as not choosing a side rather than seen as a family in support of the British.
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As Capt. Williams had requested Alexander went with Masters and Hammond to the party. Masters wore his normal uniform, fastidious as always it was well cared for and was cleaner than Hammond's rarely worn dress coat and trousers. Hammond had two uniforms, a trunk with fancier clothes, as if he intended to attend gala's on a more consistent basis, only when he saw that did Alexander realize how wealthy Hammond's family was. Mother had provided a new coat in time, though he did have to wear his usual breeches and boots, kept clean with some help from Masters. The Spring Gala was held in the Chardon Mansion, the main dining room and other adjoining rooms had been cleared and covered with bright spring flowers of yellow and white. An orchestra setup in one room played a selection of waltzes, Capt. Williams had made note to each man that he expected one dance, at least, from each. According to Hammond the Captain had once been a regular at such functions in Concord, but after the Indian war he rarely attended any but the largest functions. Now he sent his officers in his place, making a circuit of the room then leaving quietly with few noticing he had gone. Hammond had found the punch bowl, then liberally spiked it with rum that he had brought with him, finding a few young ladies he fancied and offering them cups from the bowl. Masters turned his nose up at such antics and left for another room to speak with the older ladies who were more interested in conversation, saying a woman who could hold up her end of a conversation was worth more than all the sugar cane in Jamaica. Hammond retorted that the sugar cane was best served in making rum, and when a man has had some conversation did not matter. Alexander walked away from the both, amused at their banter. Mother had told him they were not going to appear, Father was never much for the Gala's unless there was business to discuss but his cousins were there. He had not seem them in the past year as they had returned to their house in Lexington, and while he was catching up with them it was a familiar face he spied in the crowd. His cousin Bill, a gregarious fellow and well off in his own law firm, was discussing the virtues of port when he saw Eleanor. She walked into the room with a grace he had not seen before, while she did have a fan it was more for decoration this time rather than a weapon. Smiling as his heart skipped a beat, the gown decorated in ribbons and lace caught his eye as well. The smile on her face was angelic, his own beaming back as he looked, long enough for his cousin to notice and see where he was looking. A smile on his cousins lips, a shoulder pat in support, a gesture indicated that he could go. Excusing himself walked towards Eleanor as she finished greeting the Chardon's. Bowing low but keeping his eyes on hers as much as he could welcomed her. Good Evening, Miss Caldwell. How very nice to see you here! He took her gloved hand and kissed the back in welcome. I hope I may be so graced with a dance with you later.