THE CHIPPEWA FALLS DAWSONS
Chapter Seven

Rose was happy to finally be in Chippewa Falls. The train station wasn’t very big, but then neither was the town. Rose turned, and saw Jack coming up behind her. She couldn’t help but smile. He is carrying everything we own, she thought. And I am completely happy. "Well, Jack, don’t you think we should find someplace to leave that?"

"It’s not that heavy. I want to see if we can catch a ride to the Leary farm."

"You’re the guide. Lead away."

Jack took Rose and led her down the main street of this small town. Everywhere he looked brought back memories. They approached the stores, and Jack led her into the grocery store. Just as he had thought, not much had changed. Mr. Riley was still behind the counter. The small store was still as fully packed as it had been before he had left. "Good afternoon, Mr. Riley. Have you seen any of the Learys today?"

"No, Jack. They don’t come into town much anymore. You thinking of going out there?" Mr. Riley responded as if he had seen Jack just yesterday instead five years ago.

"Yes. I’d like to visit."

Mr. Riley made a sound in his throat. "You can go see for yourself, then," he said, and turned back to stocking the shelves behind him.

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Jack and Rose looked down the long driveway that led to the Leary farm. They had caught a ride on a wagon that was heading that way. Jack was worried that something was very seriously wrong. Mr. Riley had been very tight-lipped about what they would find. "Come on, Rose. I need to find out what could have happened." Jack took Rose’s hand and started down the road. As he got closer to the farm, he saw nothing that would give him a clue. The buildings were in good repair, and the fields looked like they had every April in the past. As they got within shouting distance of the house, three dogs ran up and started barking. Jack bent over and started to pet them. They were the same dogs that the Learys had had five years ago. Jack looked up, and saw Mrs. Leary coming out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Hello, Mrs. Leary. Is Mike home?"

"Jack? Is it really you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Leary. It’s me. And I’d like you to meet my betrothed, Rose DeWitt Bukater."

Mrs. Leary slowly walked up to Jack, and look at him hard. Suddenly, a large smile broke out on her face, and she grabbed Jack and starting hugging him. "Jack, we have missed you so much. Rose, go ring that bell over there, and call the men in. I know they’ll want to see Jack!"

Rose walked over to the bell, and looked at it. She had never been on a farm before, and she wasn’t sure what would happen. Taking a deep breath, and smiling slightly, Rose rang the bell. She looked up and saw that men were coming from everywhere. Two out of the barns and one the trees beside the house. She also heard the door open behind her, and saw a woman, about her age, holding a small baby. Rose walked over to stand beside Jack, who was having a hard time keeping the dogs from jumping on him.

"What’s the matter, Ma?" the man who had come out of the woods asked, leaning his ax against the porch. "Who’s this?"

"Thomas Leary, don’t you recognize the man who used to push you in the manure every day?"

The man looked up, studying Jack’s face. "Jack? So, you came back."

"What’s the matter, Thomas?" But before Thomas could answer, Michael Leary had come up, and hugged Jack even harder than his mother had.

"Jack, I’m so glad you’re back. I missed you. Never mind Thomas. You two never did get along." Michael laughed. "How long are you staying for?"

"First I’d like to introduce Rose," Jack said, reaching out and taking her hand. "Rose, this is Michael, my best friend when I was growing up."

"Pleasure, miss."

"Do you have someplace to stay, Jack? You can’t expect your betrothed to sleep on the ground," Mrs. Leary broke in. "You’ll be staying with us. I know you can earn your keep for a day or two."

Jack looked over at Mrs. Leary. "I was hoping we could stay here. It would mean a lot to me. I have come back to see if I can’t rebuild my father’s farm."

"Jack, have you seen it since you left?" Michael asked.

"No."

"Take our wagon, and go over and take a look. Then we’ll talk tonight after dinner."

Chapter Eight
Stories