Dec. 29, 1888

Dearest journal,

I can just feel that 1889 is going to be the year all my dreams come true. I know I wrote that of 1888 but fairly tales rarely happen when you are stuck outside of the action. Or in this case fog. 1889 will be the best season of them all. My handsome prince will sweep me off my feet and by the time 1890 comes I shall be planning my own wedding. Of course Nora and Helga shall see equally romantic years, for I can not imagine planning my own wedding if they were not planning their's. Yes, 1889 shall be filled with prince charming and the love stories of our lives.

- Lucille

  

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February 2, 1889

Dearest journal,

This winter seems to drag on with no end in sight. It is endlessly dreary and quiet. The house almost seems to grow quieter by the moment and even the servants seem to hardly dare breathe a word for all the oppression of such weather. I long for a social visit, for some friendly voice in the halls, or some adventure to be had. Yet mother has locked herself in her rooms again and as such visits are out of the question with her in such a state. Perhaps I shall have to call upon Nora or Helga in the days to come for I do not know how long I can suffer such doldrums. Any trip shall seem an adventure at this point. I shall have to see about going into town for something - anything to take my mind from this awful winter. I can not wait for the beginning of the social season.

Yours,
Lucille

  

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The subsequent pages are filled with quick notes of social engagements, pages from witch weekly, dress ideas, and shopping lists until another entry dated: July 24, 1889

July 24, 1889

Dearest journal,

You are the only one with which I can share these thoughts. Today mother told me of the most disheartening news. I suppose I should feel happier for the situation at hand, but all I feel are shackles upon my wrists. I am to be married. But not to the man of my choosing, which my mother has always hinted I might have. Instead I am to be married to the father of former classmates: Mr. Durant Lecuyer! I remember the Lecuyer girls from school and they hardly had any time for anyone beyond their own sphere. I hardly saw an ounce of kindness from them with our years together and indeed found school much more enjoyable when they were enrolled at Pendergasts’. Mother feels certain this shall be a good match, but I can hardly agree.

Yet her reasons I can find no fault in. I can hardly write what she told me, for my hand shakes so at the very thought, yet I must find a way to voice these thoughts to find peace with my upcoming nuptials. Mother does not believe she is long for this earth. She wishes to see me married before anything were to happen to her. Mother’s always been over dramatic about her health, but I can not take the chance that this is one of those moments. I shall oblige with her wishes, for wont of any better situations at present. I shall simply have to believe that my lot in life will be better for this. Perhaps the Lecuyer girls are different from their father, perhaps he has be a gentler soul.

  

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July 28, 1889

Dearest journal,

The whole world knows now. Still I hold out hope this marriage shall be happier than my initial thoughts believe it to me. I rarely find solace with my thoughts now, they spin about from one thing to another at such a starling pace. Mother seems well enough to help with the wedding planning however. The marriage is to be at the end of September. Is it just me or does this seem too soon?

Lucille

  

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August 1, 1889

Dearest journal,

I have met my intended and my hopes have faltered. He seems no less like his daughters than his daughters seem of him. This is my lot in life, yet I can not feel that I shall be happy with it. If only there were another path to be set at my feet.

Lucille

  

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August 16, 1889

Dearest Journal,

Perhaps sensing my own melancholy, mother insisted I attend the Hadlington Ball last night. Nora and Helga were there and a welcome sight for my sorry eyes these days, although they soon were separated from me with ventures of their own. I found myself few with whom to converse with and instead, I do admit to some shame in this, indulged in champagne rather than uncomfortable conversations.

Mr. A. Lukeson, if you will recall our previous encounters over the past year, was in attendance. He was very kind to me and indeed saved me form making a fool of myself. I feel I may be indebted to him for quite some time. We passed away quite a good bit of the evening in conversation and he danced with me. I admit I wish my circumstances were different in some regards because I almost feel that he might have thought something more of our evening than I was allowed to believe in myself.

Love,
Lucille

  

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August 24, 1889

Dearest Journal,

Although almost two weeks have passed my mind still returns to Mr. Lukeson. One thing was clear from our conversation, he needs a friend. Perhaps I shall write to him and provide him with a listening ear. If I can’t make my own life happy, perhaps I can make another’s happier than my own.

I believe I shall write him. It will do no harm, and perhaps it shall bring solace to my own situation to have such a friend.

Lucille

  

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August 26, 1889

Dearest Journal,

I feel I was right to write Mr. Lukeson. He has replied! It appears that we are of one mind and I shall now endeavor to write him back most promptly so that he does have someone to listen.

Lucille

  

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September 2, 1889

Dearest Journal,

Mr. Lecuyer and myself are to have our first official outing tonight. I find myself dreading this rather than being hopeful for a delightful evening. This must be silly. Surely I should feel more anticipation of such an event, instead I find myself looking forward to the very thought that Mr. Lukeson shall be attendance. Against all rational thought I know I shall keep my eyes peeled for his auburn locks.

Lucille

  

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September 3, 1889

Dearest Journal,

We have just arrived home and I can not sleep for the thoughts echoing through my mind in the early hours of this morning.

This evening was awful. Mr. Lecuyer’s opinions differ so greatly from my own. He scolded me in one second for something than praised me in the very next breathe for the very same. I can not make of him, what he expects of me.

I admit I was much more excited to see a letter waiting for me when I returned then to have attended the ball at all. While Mr. Lukeson, our dear friend, was in attendance I was not able to speak with him, so close was the leash Mr. Lecuyer kept upon me. His letter, thus, was a welcome balm to my poor bruised soul.

I could not help but watch him at the ball, how happy he seemed with other ladies, while I, myself, was in such miserable company. I had so hoped to slip away to speak with him, maybe even a dance, but it was not to be. How horrible I felt seeing him with those other ladies, how I longed to be the one in his strong arms. Am I such a bad friend to envy him his own courtships? Am I a friend at all? For all I can see in our letters now, are feelings much deeper than those I thought there. I am foolish for these notions, but I can not keep them from spilling from my pen. Before I lose my nerve I shall endeavor to explain to him. If only to keep my thoughts from spinning and keeping me awake all night long.

  

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September 3, 1889, evening

Dearest Journal,

I had hoped to sleep after I sent my letter to Mr. Lukeson this morning. Instead I found myself tossing and turning, anxiously watching the window. I knew nothing would come for hours yet, but imagine my surprise when a letter was delivered much before I anticipated - and from Mr. Lukeson!

The contents of his letter is too dear to write, but I shall always hold it close to my heart. You shall imagine that this is written with the greatest excitement in my heart, and the deepest dread. I have already sent off my response and I anxiously await his answer. As if his answer might solve anything, at least his words may bring a sense of calm to me. Is it foolish of me to hope for more than that? For I can not keep my heart for wishing something more might come of it.

Lucille

  

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September 4, 1889

Dearest Journal,

Even this I can not confide to you. Yet know that I am in the deepest throes of anticipation and fear. There may yet be a way to find my happiness in this world.

Lucille

  

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September 5, 1889

Dearest Journal,

I worry to speak of this, let alone write of this. Each letter I quiver with worry it may be intercepted. Even you, I worry of being read. I have taken great diligence to hide you away from prying eyes, for now I find your pages full of incriminating words. Lord help us as the month grows long.

Lucille

  

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September 11, 1889

Dearest Journal,

It has grown difficult to keep this secret. To act as if my life is doomed to never begin.

I suffered through a tea with the Lecuyer sisters today. I shall be glad when that is something I need not think on again.

Lucille

  

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September 14, 1889

Dearest Journal,

It seems the whole house is busy with preparations, myself included. No one suspects that my own preparations might be for an entirely different purpose.

I am confident that no one has sensed the difference in my purpose, but plans have been made and all that is left is to wait.

If all goes as planned the next time I write to you I shall be the happiest woman alive.

Lucille

  

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September 17, 1889

Deartest Journal,

I must be the happiest woman alive, now that my plans have come to fruition and may grow in the light instead of the shadows. Today I write you not as the former Miss Lucille Flint, but rather as the new Mrs. Ace Lukeson. (How beautiful that looks before my eyes!)

Ace and I have run away to be married and in a ceremony at Gretna Green last night we said our scared vows. Nothing could take this happiness away from me. How Lady Luck has blessed my life.

We are in a villa in Italy for our honeymoon and the sun shines gently in. My dear husband is asleep in the bed behind me, but I could not hold these thoughts in any longer.

I am the luckiest woman in the world.

Mrs. Lucille Lukeson

  

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