JOHN AND MIRIAM
Chapter Ten

The Calverts arrived in first class shortly before the church service was to begin. Mary was openly impressed with the fancy artwork and furnishings, and ran about shouting and touching things until Miriam picked her up and refused to allow her to run about. Miriam sympathized with the little girl's excitement, but, noticing the disapproving stares and whispers of several first class people, she restrained the child. She didn't want the family to be sent away because of the two-year-old's antics.

When they arrived in the room in which the church service was being held, Miriam immediately noted the strict seating arrangements--first class people up front, second class people in the middle, and third class people in the back.

Scowling, she commented to John, "Why can't people sit where they want? Are those first class people really so afraid of being contaminated by third class trash?"

John was about to reply when he caught sight of Miriam's former suitor, Caledon Hockley, sitting near the front. Hoping to avoid a scene, he hurried toward the back.

Miriam followed him, still grumbling. She quickly noted that the seating rules were very strictly enforced, as she watched a first class man being led out of the third class section by one of the stewards.

"Sir, this section is for third class only. You need to sit up front with the other first class people."

The gentleman from first class stopped, refusing to move any farther.

"I am here to listen to the word of God, and it is impossible to understand God's word when you are surrounded by uptight people more interested in how they compare with everyone else than in religion." He pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and offered it to the steward. The man was about to accept it when he noticed one of his superiors coming toward him.

"I'm sorry sir, but you must sit up front--"

"Mr. Niethammer?"

The steward's words were cut off as Miriam approached the gentleman. He turned to her in surprise.

"Miss Anders! I didn't know you were on Titanic," he replied, glancing at her plain, unadorned clothing and third class companions.

"It's Mrs. Calvert, actually. I'm traveling third class."

"So I see. Is this your husband?"

"Yes. This is John, and his daughter, Mary. They're from London."

Mr. Niethammer looked at the little family, then back at the first class section, were his wife was waiting impatiently for him to sit down.

"I envy you, Mr. Calvert. First class is no place to hear the word of God." He paused. "You wouldn't happen to want to switch places with me, would you?"

John laughed. "I don't think that would go over too well, sir. They're about to start," he added, "and I think your wife is going to have an attack of apoplexy if you don't join her."

Niethammer laughed, a bit ruefully. "You're right, she would. Good to see you again, Mrs. Calvert. Nice to meet you, Mr. Calvert, Mary." He hurried forward to join his wife. John and Miriam slipped into seats at the back of the room.

"Mr. Niethammer 'got religion' a couple of years ago," Miriam explained to John. "He's very devout, and always chose to sit as far away from others as possible in church in New York."

"You knew him well?"

"He and my father went to college together. They weren't exactly friends, but they did associate to a certain extent, for business and such."

John opened his mouth to ask another question, but the service started and he decided to ask more questions later.

The service went by with no disruptions, except for once during the singing of the hymn 'Eternal Father Strong to Save', at which time a small boy in second class loudly bellowed at the end of the second verse "for those in barrels eating pears," drawing snickers from other children sitting nearby and drawing disapproving looks from adults.

Miriam tried to keep a straight face at the boy's antics--his voice had been clearly audible throughout the room--but a small laugh escaped her before she could stop it. She glanced around and noticed that she was not the only adult who found the boy's antics amusing--Mr. Niethammer in first class was being quietly scolded by his wife for laughing.

The commotion calmed by the end of the third verse, and as Miriam sang it--"For those in peril on the sea"--she felt an inexplicable chill move over her, though the room was warm. It was probably just her fear of sailing, she thought, but through the rest of the service she couldn't help thinking of the rumors she had heard at breakfast...rumors of icebergs in the area.

Chapter Eleven
Stories