Thursday, November 3, 2016

The Jane deLacey Chronicles - Chapter Three

JANE AND NELLIE

Jane deLacey had hardly been living with the girls in the Big House by the Park for a week.  Every morning was a shock to her; the world around her was so different from what she had known.  Jane had been living comfortably in England in 1594 when she was suddenly and unexpectedly supratemporally transmigrated to Kisco Hills, New York, in 1904.  As the daughter of a great lord, with lots of servants at her beck and call, she was used to having things her way and speaking what was on her mind.  She was learning how to dress herself and to make her own hot chocolate in the morning, and that is was not unhealthy to take a bath.  She spent a lot of time sitting on the veranda or walking in the park, trying to come to grips with what had happened to her.

This morning, Nellie asked her to come into her room and see her new dress; it was the latest thing, a guimpe dress, with a jumper-like dress over a fancy blouse.

“How do you like this, Jane?” she asked, “Katherine Alyse picked it out for me, and she knows all about the latest styles.”

“I like it passing well, but I am yet uncomfortable with showing my legs, thick-stockinged though they may be.”

“You’ll get used to it.  There are many things you will have to get used to, Jane.”

Jane was about to agree whole-heartedly when her eye fell on the items on Nellie’s chest of drawers, a carved wooden figurine of a saint, and a pearl and silver rosary.  Jane picked up the rosary with some alarm.



“What popery is here!  Mariolatrous beads!  And a superstitious popish idol!  In this house?  I had thought this abode was free from such dangerous things!”

Nellie was dumbfounded.  “What do you mean, Jane?  These aren’t dangerous.  It’s just my rosary and St. Agnes.”

“These are yours?  I had no idea that you were a Papist!”  Jane took a step back.

Nellie drew herself up. “I’m Catholic, if that’s what you mean.  And what’s wrong with that?”

Jane was a little afraid, but replied boldly, “It is well-known that Roman Catholics are enemies of the state!  Popish plots to overthrow the Queen are well attested!  There are many who would put King Phillip of Spain, or Mary, Queen of Scots, on the English throne!  My father, Lord deLacey, has personally brought papists to justice for their crimes!”

“What are you talking about?” asked Nellie. 

“The danger that might befall us all if the Bishop of Rome should regain control of the English Church!  We have spent years ridding the land of such idolatry as the veneration of saints, and the worship of the Virgin Mary!  And I am astounded to find items connected to these fallacies here in this house!”



“Look, Jane,” Nellie was stern. “I don’t like you talking that way about things that are important to me.  The rosary was my mother’s, she gave it to me just before she died!  And St. Agnes is the patron saint of young girls – young girls like you!”  



With that, Nellie turned and left the room. 

Julia saw Nellie go off in a huff, and wondered what had upset her.  She stepped into the room and saw Jane contemplating the rosary and statue.

“What happened between you and Nellie, Jane?”  Julia asked.

“I have discovered that she is a papist, and has these popish baubles here in her room.  Are you not afraid for our safety having such a person living among us?”



Julia sighed, “Dear Jane, the world has changed a lot since you left England.  Three hundred and ten years is a long time, and many things have happened.  Roman Catholics are no longer seen as enemies of the state or threats to national security, at least not in the United States.  True, there are still places where anti-Catholic feeling sometimes turns violent, but not here, not now.  There is no established church in the United States; that was one of the first things our Founding Fathers made sure of.  Many of the colonies that became this country were settled by people fleeing religious persecution: Catholics in Maryland, Quakers in Pennsylvania . . .”

“What are those?” asked Jane.

“And Puritans in Massachusetts.”

Jane frowned.  “I know about Puritans.”

“Here in Kisco Hills, all religions are welcome, and everybody gets along.  Why, the Catholic church, St. Claude’s, is right next to the Anglican Episcopal church, St. Anne’s.  And the Unitarians are across the street from the Friends’ meeting house; they’re the Quakers I mentioned.  There aren’t enough Jews in town to have a real synagogue, but the Orthodox minyan meets in the back room of Rabinowicz’s tailor shop.”

“There are Jews in this town?”  Jane was more curious than alarmed.

“There’s a Jew in this house, Jane, our dear little Gila.  She, too, has come here to escape religious persecution.  In this house, Jane, all faiths are respected.  Most of us here are Theosophists, and a major tenet of that philosophy is that there is an underlying truth behind all religions, even Roman Catholicism and Anglican Catholicism!”

Jane was very quiet.  She was confused and embarrassed, but managed to say, “I meant no harm to Nellie.  I only know what I have been told.”
 


Julia put her hand on Jane’s shoulder.  “What you were told was very likely true, in England, three hundred and ten years ago.  But it is not what is true in this house today.  I think you should apologize to Nellie, and try to be her friend.”

Jane hung her head; she was not used to being scolded by anyone other than her governess.  Julia left her alone, and soon, Nellie came back into the room.

Jane blushed.  “Nellie, I . . .”


Nellie reached out to Jane.  “It’s all right, Jane.  I know you are struggling to learn about the world of the twentieth century, and having to learn many things all over again.  I want to be your friend, and I will be glad to help you in any way that I can.”

Jane smiled.  “I thank you, Nellie, most humbly.”

“And don’t worry, Jane,” Nellie went on, “I won’t pack the basement full of gunpowder and blow the house up with you in it, like Guy Fawkes and the Houses of Parliament.”

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, that’s right!  That hadn’t happened yet for you.  It was in 1605, sixteen years after you left.  There was a Catholic plot to kill the king, but it turned out all right, they caught Guy Fawkes just as he was about to light the fuse.”

“Thank God for that!” said Jane.

“Thank God, indeed,” said Nellie, “and be thankful that God smiles down on all His children, however they choose to worship Him.”

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