APRIL 8, 1860
Ted couldn’t help but wondered what was wrong with Mr. Simmons. His behavior was very unusual lately to say the least. Shutting his door, taking breaks here and there and not for business related reasons, mostly for personal reasons like going over to the post office four or five times a day. He didn’t seem to have his mind much on business lately at all. The last time he had a business venture was when he had taken out Miss Jacy to look over the land for some property for a home. Though he got the impression that Mr. Simmons hadn’t tried to persuade her on any of his properties that he owned or for that matter he hadn’t tried to sell her the old Thomas’ place either. He was beginning to worry that maybe Mr. Simmons was ill.
Walter stuck his head out of his office and told Ted that it was lunch break. He would look after things while Ted was out. Ted quietly left without saying a word.
Ted wasn’t at all hungry today, so he decided to stop by the newspaper office. As he entered Jacy greeted him. They had fast become friends, and she was the only one that really seemed interested in him besides her little sister, Melissa, who was teaching him to fish, and his first friend he had made in town who was Rose.
Jacy and Ted laughed over some articles and debated back in forth who the mysterious writer for True Love, One Soul was. They also discussed the Cody’s song writing contest. Ted wondered what the winner was suppose to receive and when the winner would be announced. But Jacy wouldn’t disclose any of that information. She informed Ted that the answer would be in the next issue of the PEG, and he would just have to wait to find out.
Meanwhile back at the bank, Walter had finished writing another letter. He had received one from Victoria last week, and he was responding to it. It had brightened his spirits some what last week to find out that Audra had loved the baby clothes that he had sent her for the orphanage. They had two little babies there right now that could use them immensely.
Sealing the envelope and tucking it into his pocket, he waited until Ted returned, so that he could mail it off. He was still waiting on a letter from his other correspondent, and he was getting very nervous about it since it was taking so long for a response.