Hannah's Journey. Anna Schmidt
shock that she would do such a thing. “You saw the show?”
“No. I took him to the grounds after the matinee yesterday. I wanted him to get a glimpse of what living the life of a circus worker would really be.”
“My performers and crew are well cared for, Mrs. Goodloe. They have chosen this life for any number of reasons and…”
“I did not mean to imply otherwise, sir. However, a young boy’s eyes are often clouded by the color and excitement associated with that life—the parades and the applause and such.” She stood up and moved a step closer as if she needed to make her point and yet the tone of her voice remained soft and even solicitous. “I wanted Caleb to see that a life of traveling from place to place could be a difficult one.”
He could find no argument for that. Instead, he turned the topic back to her reasons for coming to him.
“That matinee was our last show of the season down here,” he said. “At this moment the company is on its way to our headquarters in Baraboo, Wisconsin, with stops along the way, of course.”
“And I have reason to believe that my son is on that train,” she said. “I have come here to ask that you stop that train until Caleb can be found.”
“Mrs. Goodloe, I am sympathetic to your situation, but surely you can understand that I cannot disrupt an entire schedule because you think your son…”
“He is on that train, sir,” she repeated.
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because besides the fact that Caleb was not in his bed when I went to wake him this morning, there were two other things missing from his room.”
Levi waited but she had his full attention. He had never met a woman whose outward demeanor was so gentle, even submissive and at the same time, her eyes reflected an inner strength and certainty that she would not back down.
“About the time he began to have problems within the community he began wearing an old hat he found once. A fedora, I believe it’s called. That hat was not on its usual peg this morning.”
“So, the boy went out and wore his hat,” Levi said, resisting the patronizing smile he felt about to reveal.
“That’s true,” she said, “but he had also taken a jar of coins that he’s been saving for months now, adding to it almost weekly after taking on odd jobs for others in the community.”
Levi flashed back to his own packing the day he decided to run away. He, too, had taken money carefully squirreled away for months as he planned his escape. “Still, neither of those items ties my circus to his plan. He could have just…left.”
She smiled and it was unsettling how that simple act changed everything about her. Suddenly, she looked younger and more vulnerable and at the same time, so very sure of herself. “Caleb would never leave without a plan,” she said. “From the time he was four or five, Caleb has planned his days. Then it was that he would spend the morning at play and then have the noon meal with his grandfather before spending the afternoon helping out at his uncle’s carpentry shop. Once he entered school he would write out a daily schedule, leaving it for me so that I would not worry.”
“Am I to assume there was no schedule this morning?”
“No. Just this.” She produced a lined piece of paper from the pocket of her apron and handed it to him. In a large childish script the note read,
Ma,
Don’t worry. I’m fine and I know this is all a part of God’s plan the way you always said. I’ll write once I get settled and I’ll send you half my wages by way of General Delivery. Please don’t cry, okay? It’s all going to be all right.
Love, Caleb
“There’s not one word here that indicates…”
“He plans to send me part of his wages, Mr. Harmon. That means he plans to get a job. When we were on the circus grounds yesterday, I took note of a posted advertisement for a stable worker. My son has been around horses his entire life.”
Once again, Levi found it difficult to suppress a smile. “I believe that posting was for someone to muck out the elephant quarters,” he said and saw that this was news she had not considered.
“Oh. Well, Caleb also saw that posting although he tried hard to steer me in the opposite direction and frankly, it did not occur to me that there might be a connection until I arrived at the grounds before coming here and saw the sign lying in the sawdust where the tent had been.”
“And on that slimmest of evidence you have assumed that your son is on the circus train that left town last night?”
She nodded. She waited.
Levi ran one hand through his hair and heaved a sigh of frustration. “Mrs. Goodloe, please be reasonable. I have a business to run, several hundred employees who depend upon me, not to mention the hundreds of customers waiting along the way because they have purchased tickets for a performance tonight or tomorrow or the following day.”
She said nothing but kept her eyes—a startling and unexpected shade of forget-me-not blue, he realized—focused squarely on him.
“Tell you what I’ll do,” he said without the slightest idea of how he might extricate himself from the situation. He stalled for time by pulling out his pocket watch, glancing at the time and then snapping the embossed silver cover shut and slipping it back into the pocket of his vest. “I am leaving at seven this evening for my home and summer headquarters in Wisconsin. Tomorrow, I will meet up with the circus train and make the remainder of the journey with them. If your boy is on that train I will find him.”
“Thank you,” she said, her head slightly bowed so that for one moment he was unclear whether or not her gratitude was directed at him or to God. She lifted her gaze to his and touched the sleeve of his suit jacket. “You are a good man, Mr. Harmon.”
“There’s one thing more, Mrs. Goodloe.”
Anything, her eyes exclaimed.
“I expect you to come with me.”
Chapter Two
“You can’t…that is…why…I could not possibly.…”
“Those are my terms, Mrs. Goodloe. Assuming you are correct and your son is traveling with my circus, then it is my duty to find the boy and return him to you. However, as I mentioned, I have a business to run and other people who must be considered. Once the boy is found it would only be right for you to take charge of him from that point forward.”
Without her being aware of moving, Hannah suddenly realized that Levi Harmon had escorted her back into the foyer where his servant stood by the door. “Hans, please make sure that Mrs. Goodloe has all of the information she needs to meet us at the railway station tonight.” He turned back to Hannah then and took her hand between both of his. “I wouldn’t worry, Mrs. Goodloe. The likelihood is that by the time you are reunited with your son he will be more than happy to come home, and any concerns you might have about his wanderlust will have been cured.”
“Shall I call for your car to take Mrs. Goodloe home?” Hans asked.
“I…” Hannah searched for her voice which seemed to have been permanently silenced by her shock at the recent turn of events.
“Mrs. Goodloe and her people do not travel by motorized vehicle,” Levi explained. “Unless, of course, the situation is an unusual one.” His eyes met hers just before he entered the room off the foyer and closed the door.
The man called Hans seemed every bit as nonplussed as Hannah was. “I believe we have a bicycle,” he said. “Would that be all right?”
“Thank you, Mr. Hans, but I walked here and I can walk back.” Squaring her shoulders and forcing herself not to so much as glance at the closed door where Levi Harmon was, she marched