Jane awoke to the sound of a rooster’s crow and began readying herself for work. She later found herself wandering the grounds of the Governor’s house, looking for the servant’s entrance, but she did not wander long. Soon she heard a familiar, strong, benevolent voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Well hello there ‘Little Janey’,” said Ben, the Butler, who was wandering around outside for some unknown reason. The thought that Ben had been waiting for Jane crept into her mind, but it was one of those thoughts that could not be acknowledged. Jane took it and locked it away in her inner most heart of hopes and dreams.
“Oh, please don’t call me that, it’s just Jane.”
“I had a hunch you weren’t fond of that name,” laughed Ben. “Well, Miss Jane, you’re here to work, so you’d better get to it. Mrs. Bradfort is in the kitchen with a list of chores a mile long.”
“Point me in the right direction and I’ll hop-to.” Ben smiled and then showed Jane into the house. It was a large house, but as the day went on Ben and the other staff helped her find her way. Jane felt she was doing well and walking home that night she was pleased with the hard day’s work she had put in.
While things at the Governor’s house were going smoothly for Jane, the life of the Governor was not so smooth. Tempers were flaring in the colonies. The colonists were very unhappy about the new tax implemented by the Tea Act. Parliament imposed the Stamp Act and the Tea Act, all without giving the representatives from the colonies a voice in their government. Boston had had some sort of uprising where the patriots dumped all the imported tea into the harbor. Jane had read that they were under some sort of military watch. Anyways, the people in the colonies were all taking a day this week to set aside and pray for the people of Boston who apparently weren’t getting any imports. If things didn’t change soon Jane feared the patriots would act on their desire to raise an army to free themselves from English control. Everyday Jane went to work and listened to the Governor’s and his friends rant about the accursed rebels. Then she came home and heard her father speak of the oppressive English. This tended to make life uneasy for Jane, who was still hiding her work from her father.
One-day Jane came home late from work. The Governor had some important guests staying at his house so Jane had extra work to do. She was completely exhausted.
“Jane, where have you been?!” came the voice of Jane’s father as she opened the door.
“I had some extra deliveries today, didn’t Mama tell you?”
“No Jane, she didn’t tell me. She didn’t tell me because she has been out all evening . . . making deliveries. Now why don’t you tell me where you have been.”
“I was out, in the village.”
“That’s plan enough! What were you doing out there is what I’d like to know. Leaving your mother here all day to work and care for your siblings.”
“I, I, I was working.”
“Working? Working where?”
“Pa, I got a job about a month ago. I told Mama so she knew where I was, but we decided not to tell you.”
“Why on earth would you and your mother make a decision like that?”
“Because my job is as a maid in the Governor’s house. It’s nothing to worry about Pa. I cook for him, I clean for him, when he has guests I help care for them to. He’s pays well and we need the money. I’m sorry I lied, but Mama and I knew you wouldn’t approve and I just wanted to help.”
“Why wouldn’t I approve of a young women earning a living to help her family?’
“Well, because you hate the Governor, don’t you?”
“I’m not his biggest supporter that’s true, but you didn’t take the job out of loyalty to him, you took it out of loyalty to your family and that means something Jane. Now tell me, why were you so late tonight?”
“The Governor has some guests at his house and I had to help out. “
“What kind of guests?”
“Well some of them are soldiers, some politicians, I don’t really know much about it.”
“Soldiers and politicians in the Governor’s house where my daughter works,” Jane’s father said more to himself than to Jane. “This could be useful.”
“What?” asked a confused and concerned Jane.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing. You know me always thinking out loud. It’s nothing important. Thank you for finally telling me about your job and for taking such good care of your family.”
“I’ll always take care of you Pa.”
“Good night Jane.”
To Be Continued (there will probably be two, maybe three more parts to this story)