The Rancher's Bride
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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Madeleine was tired of the pitying smile she got from everyone around her. The poor girl who's betrothed had gone after another woman. It wasn't that she was upset by him leaving. He had been boring and self centered. The fact that he had gone after his secretary had been a blessing in disguise. For the first time in a long time, Madeleine was free to do what she wanted to dio, and right then, she wanted to get out of New York City. Her family turned away from her months ago, sure that it was her fault he had left. Madeleine waited for two carriages to pass, then lifted her skirts to cross the street. She pasted a smile on her face and opened the door to the post office. At least here, the mailman, Mr Thompson didn't look at her like she was some poor child. He gave her the same flat look he had shared with every other customer. I'm here for Mr Hudson's male, Madeleine smiled sweetly at the mailman. He raised an eyebrow but turned to the mail slots and took out the mill for her. Maybe sometime he can come and get his own mail. Oh, Mr Hudson's much too busy to come in. Madeleine tucked the mail into her bag and tipped her hat. Now she just needed to drop off the articles she'd written for the local paper and she'd be able to go home. Unfortunately, that meant going back out onto the streets. Madeleine lowered her hat and kept her head down as she walked, hoping to avoid anyone who might know her. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and pulled out a large envelope with the name Mark Hudson on it. The pen name She's chosen for herself so she could write whatever she wanted. Instead of what she was told, the office buzzed with activity as they rushed to get their paper printed for the next day, Madeleine nodded to the receptionist and said, The envelope on the desk package from Mr Hudson. It will take care of all his articles for the week. Do you know if the new assignments are ready yet? The receptionist sorted through her desk before she pulled out a sheet with a few topics on it. Madeleine wouldn't look at it until she was back at home. After all, it wouldn't do to have the employees look at her boss's work. Madeleine walked the few blocks to her boarding house, where she lived and skipped up the steps. An old woman sat in a rocking chair on the porch, staring at something no one else could see. Afternoon, Miss Murphy, How is the cat doing? Madeleine had heard all about Miss Murphy's cat the night before. A dinner bad and lazy as usual. What are you doing out? Not up to more mischief, I hope. The old woman smiled and finally met Madeleine's gays. Madeleine, Greenback. You know me better than that, Miss Murphy. Would you like help inside, dear should be served soon. I'll take my meal out here. Thank you. And just like that, the blank stare returned, and Miss Murphy was back in her own world. Inside, chaos reigned as Children chanted their schoolwork back to their tutor, and men sat in the corner of the study, talking politics rather loudly. Madeleine smiled as she took the steps two at a time. She'd only been here a few weeks, but it felt like home. Once she was in the safety of her own room, Madeleine dropped her bag on her bed and pulled the mail out. A few catalogs and advertisements, but a white letter poked out her payment from the newspaper. She ripped it open and smiled at the bills inside a few more weeks, and she would be able to go anywhere she wanted. The next thing Medlen opened was the list of assignments for her to write politics, sports and Madeleine frowned. She hadn't had this topic on her list before. Mail order brides and their effect on society. What was a mail order bride? It sounded rather dreadful. She pictured a bride being shoved into an envelope and laughter herself. The other articles could wait. She wanted no needed to find out more about this.