Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Episode 4

A Flight of Fancy

Laura Locoul Gore (Dupree Family)

Laura Locoul Gore (Dupree Family)

Welcome. I invite you to come with me on a flight of fancy, somewhere in the late Victorian Era.

I’ve done all sorts of things in my life — nothing glamorous. There are also a lot of things I’ve never done. This is not a “bucket list” ramble, but one of those never-done things is Mardi Gras. In the USA, Mardi Gras is just around the corner. I’ve never been to that type of carnival.

I don’t think I want to be in the middle of that big crowd, but I do appreciate the spontaneous vibe of the celebration. And a virtual celebration seems like a great way to lift the spirits!  So I’m giving a nod to Mardi Gras with the images for this episode — and maybe next week too, since that’s closer to the carnival date.

Enough of my thoughts — back to the serial.  Remember, everyone is welcome to send three random “things” or food-related things (“ingredients”) to drive the story.  Please keep in mind that earlier things gave the story a setting in the late 1800’s.  So try not to send anything that didn’t exist back then.

Andrea Stephenson at Harvesting Hecate, Thoughts on life, writing, creativity and magic  sent the things/ingredients for Episode-4.  I sincerely admire her writing.  Andrea’s blog is stunningly well crafted.  Her writing style has what I would describe as an easy grace.  There’s something comforting to me about the way she uses language.  Her words and topics resonate with me.  Pay a visit to her blog.  I think you’ll enjoy yourself.

Orpheus Smoky Mary float Mardi Gras

Orpheus Smoky Mary, Mardi Gras

Andrea’s ingredient (food-related thing) was pease pudding. That sent me on an adventure!  I searched the WordPress countryside and found a truly entertaining cooking blog – Two Fat Vegetarians.  I enjoyed their presentation of pease pudding. You’ll find it at the end of this episode. Check it out.

A last nod to Mardi Gras, is inspired by Chris the Story Reading Ape. You’ll have to read to the end of the episode to find it.  Be sure to look for fun links along the way. Some are in images others are in the text.

Let’s get this steam locomotive back on track. Laissez les bons temps rouler!  Here’s Episode-4.

Artist’s Palette, Pease Pudding, Owl-Shaped Lamp

The hand of a heavenly painter colored the evening sky, dipping the brush in an artist’s palette of pink, orange, and gold.  Squinting in the fading light, I wondered if doing so would give me wrinkles as everyone claimed.  I didn’t particularly care.  What was a face without a bit of character?

I lifted the skirt of my dark green and cream striped gown as I picked my way through the barn, wishing I had brought a pair of trousers with me.  As I squeezed between the wall and a work table, a space I should have been able to navigate with ease, the wretched bustle got caught.  Carefully, I extricated myself.

Spooky Victorian in VeilThe barn was empty of life, except perhaps for a few mice.  It was easy to see that the horses had been gone for a while, evidence of the financial problem Cornelis uncovered.  Surely Hixon kept at least one for his own transportation, I thought.  Had he left on horseback then?  Was he abducted?  I came full circle to the first question I faced when I came to the estate – who was the dead man in the study?

Since I had no idea what I was looking for, my intention had been to search the storage building and barn for anything that didn’t belong.  However, Calvin Hixon was a man of extraordinary interests and tastes.  Not belonging was a description that could be applied to nearly everything he owned.  I supposed that made all the strange articles and artifacts actually belong, in that way.

Secretly I thought it would have been better if Cornelis had sorted through all the oddities in the outbuildings.  The alchemist had remarkably broad knowledge of such things.  However, Cornelis would have taken days with the task, getting consumed as he looked at each object.  So it was just as well left to me.

I searched the barn and the larger storage building.  There was another shed on the opposite side of the grounds.  I had not inspected it yet.  So far I had seen many interesting, if unexplainable, gadgets and oddments, but nothing that gave me a clue as to what was going on.  At least I found a stash of canning jars — and some containing food.  In the dim light they looked unspoiled.  The hungry girl had eaten everything I brought earlier, and I hadn’t seen much else in the larder except some dried peas.  I put the jars in a burlap sack and hefted it over my shoulder.

The food was welcome, as it was unlikely that I would spend any time at the Belle Inn when I went back for my things.  No matter what the obstacles, I had to return to the inn to get my hatbox.  I couldn’t leave the area without the hatbox.  It contained the skull of Cornelis Drebbel.

1903 Mardi Gras manLeaving the barn, I gazed in concern at the beautiful sunset.  How much time did we have?  Sheriff Alvin Bullard was going to send someone to attend to the body of the still unknown man.  As he left he indicated that might take a bit of time, but how much?  A few hours?  A few days?  To my knowledge, there was no doctor in residence in the little town.  The veterinarian was half a day’s ride away.  Perhaps they used him as the coroner.

With a sigh I headed back to the main house.  I walked through the rolling lawn to the back of the house and its broad covered porch.  I recalled that the child, Copper, had been out at play somewhere.  When she returned home she found her father gone and the stranger at his desk in that most unfortunate condition.  That was all Copper knew.

My heart lurched for an instant when I heard Copper’s shrill cry.  However, the exclamation became a gale of giggles.  While it was the last thing I could imagine happening, Cornelis Drebbel took a liking to the child.  The Dutchman was supposed to be investigating the sprawling manor while I looked through the outbuildings.  I began to wonder if the entire time he and Copper had been playing whatever spontaneous games the girl invented.

When I opened the kitchen door my nose met a shocking smell.  I was stunned because the aroma was delicious.  “Cornelis?” was all I could manage.  I was at a loss for words.

Masked Victorian GirlsThe kitchen still looked like a battleground for Armageddon, but the smell was tantalizing.  The Dutchman had a smug look on his face.  He gave the tip of his pointed beard a twist as he smirked.  “Haven’t I always told you I was a good cook?  Yet you never believed me,” he said and gave a sly glance at Copper who giggled again.

“I didn’t think there was any food to cook,” I said, trying to ignore the alchemist’s self-satisfied behavior.  “Admittedly it smells good.  What did you manage to make?” I asked.

He removed the lid from the pot to display a perfect pease pudding.  Then I remembered seeing the uncooked peas the first time I entered the horrifying mess of the kitchen.

“But we don’t have any bread to spread it on,” Copper said in a disappointed tone, but she quickly cheered when Cornelis waved the pot’s lid to push more of the aroma to her nose.  “All we need is a spoon,” she decided with a grin.

“Oh, but my dear, you are mistaken,” Cornelis told Copper.

Judging by the disorder, Copper had looked through every inch of the kitchen in search of food.  It was no wonder she looked surprised by his words.  The Dutchman pointed to a wooden breadbox atop one of the cabinets.  It was a little out of my reach, but I spotted a small stool in a corner.  I had the box in hand in no time.

1891 Masquerade dance card“Always,” Cornelis began and held up one finger to emphasize.  “When searching for something, always remember to look above your normal line of sight,” he told Copper.

“It’s stale,” she said in disappointment when I opened the breadbox.

“It’s not so bad that we can’t make toast from it,” I told Copper and her eyes lit up.

A short time later we were all happily stuffed with pease pudding and toast.  I asked Cornelis if he had found anything interesting while searching the house.  Or if he found anything that gave a clue to what might have happened to Copper’s father. Or that business of the letter from Alexander Graham Bell and the bizarre hydrofoil contraption.

Cornelis gave the back of my hand a sharp tap with one finger.  It gave an unpleasant static shock when he did that.  He refused to tell me how it was done.  However, it might have been one of the extraordinary things he was able to do after that accident of alchemy left him in his current state.  At any rate, he meant to remind me to think before I spoke.  I made a poor choice when asking about Copper’s father in the child’s presence.

“I mean a clue to where he might have gone,” I stammered, trying to backtrack.  However, the child was more concerned about getting the last bit of her pease pudding onto the remaining toast.

“What could possibly be more interesting than that wonderful Wurlitzer organ in the back parlor?” Cornelis exclaimed.  “It’s no ordinary musical instrument, you know.  It’s perfectly keyed to the harmonic tuner you found at the Belle Inn.  Why, there’s no telling what the two could do when used together.  If only I had the second harmonic tuner,” he said wistfully.

“The second one?  Do you mean there is another of those odd sounding little bells?” I asked.

Mardi Gras King, Dave Hennan, March 7, 1905

Mardi Gras King, Dave Hennan, 1905

“Naturally my dear.  Harmonic tuners are always made in pairs.  A single one will do remarkable things, but the pair together – and in combination with a harmonic amplifier like that very special Wurlitzer.  Why there’s no telling what could be done!” he said with enthusiasm.

I was never sure when Cornelis was onto something that held importance to a situation, or if he was being carried away by passion for his wild ideas and inventions.  Clearly the organ was something exceptional, but was it relevant?

“We found this too!” Copper cried, happy to be able to contribute.

Cornelis had that self-satisfied expression again.  I knew he had been holding back.  Copper got up and ran to a table in the corner.  Amid the clutter I had not noticed the addition of an object.  She picked it up carefully and brought it over to me.

“What have we here?” I said and for the girl’s sake I showed much more interest than I felt.

“It’s a lamp.  It’s supposed to look like an owl,” she said.

“Well, it’s certainly a curiosity,” I commented.  “It looks like it’s carved from some sort of rough mineral,” I added.

“It’s salt — Himalayan salt,” Copper told me.  “Daddy said it is special salt and when it gets warm, it gives off healthful vapors.”

1800 Mardi Gras Queen

1800 Mardi Gras Queen

My interest grew as I examined the unusual piece.  The Dutchman murmured something I didn’t quite hear in his usual droll tone.

“It’s even more interesting if you turn it over,” Cornelis repeated pointedly.

When I upended the owl-shaped lamp, I found an opening.  Some very old documents were tightly rolled and inserted into the lamp.

I was about to pull the ancient papers out of the lamp’s cavity when I heard a door bang open.  My immediate thought was that the coroner had already arrived.  However, it had been an interior door.  The sound came from the direction of the study, unless of course it actually was from the study.  The crash of the door was followed by strange sounds that steadily drew closer.  Thump-drag.  Thump-drag.  Thump-drag…

An earsplitting screech preceded a cacophony of similar sounds.  Scrabbling feet and overturning furniture followed.  The front door slammed open so hard the stained glass window rattled.  I looked at my companions.  Copper seemed curious but not alarmed as she ran her finger around the pot, getting the last bit of pease pudding.  Cornelis Drebble returned my questioning gaze with wide eyes and a knitted brow.

I dashed to the door and looked into the hallway.  I heard Cornelis depart with a pop.  The first thing I saw was the open door to the study, where the unknown cadaver had been left, sitting at the desk where we’d found him.  A table in the hallway was overturned, breaking a vase that held flowers.  The front door stood wide open.  I saw movement at the porch stairs, so I hurried to the door.

1857 Mardi Gras Mistick Krewe of ComusThree very large chimpanzees were in the process of dragging the corpse away.  I stood in mystified, shocked silence.  With a loud pop, Cornelis appeared at the foot of the stairs.

“What the bloody…” he began.  “Stop!  You lot!  Stop that this instant!” Cornelis ranted at the chimpanzees.

They stopped and looked quizzically at the alchemist.  One scratched its head.  They chattered briefly to one another.

“Now put that back where you found it!” Cornelis demanded regarding the body.  “This instant!” he added.

It looked as though the chimps might actually do as he said.  The alchemist dashed to the top of the stairs and motioned to the chimpanzees.  He certainly had their attention.  Cornelis switched to an encouraging tone.

Victorian Chimp sailor suit“Yes, bring it back up here.  Yes, you understand, I know you do.  Come on.  Back up the stairs,” he said and began cajoling the apes.

One of them took hold of the body’s foot and started pulling it back up the stairs.  It looked like the other two might follow suit.  Then a horrible shrill screech sounded right behind me.  Something bounded into me.  It knocked me down and my head banged against the doorframe.  A fast moving blur of fur hurtled past me and launched into the Dutchman, sending him tumbling down the stairs.

I heard a flat sounding pop, and Cornelis was gone.  I had only heard that particular sound one time before, and that time the alchemist had been seriously harmed.  It seemed that I was about to become insensible as well.  My legs wouldn’t hold me when I tried to stand.  When I touched my temple my fingers encountered blood.

Falling again to my hands and knees I saw the fourth chimp join the other three.  While the porch floor seemed to spin, I watched as the furry quartet danced a jig.  Then the naughty chimps dragged the unknown dead man away.  The whole world swayed and went dark as one chimp gave a parting screech.

Naughty Chimps

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The mysterious woman in trousers is out cold.  She found the “flat sounding pop” with which Cornelis Drebbel vanished disturbing.  So what happened to the alchemist?  You’re invited back next weekend when Sally Georgina Cronin at “Smorgasbord – Variety is the Spice of Life” provides the things and ingredients — and the recipe too.

Here’s this week’s promised culinary delight, and featured cooking blog.  Be sure to check out “Two Fat Vegetarians.”

Recipe:  Pease Pudding

https://twofatvegetarians.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/recipe-pease-pudding/

Pease Pudding Episode 4

Photo and Recipe Credit:  Two Fat Vegetarians

 

 

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55 thoughts on “Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Episode 4

  1. Are you familiar with Stone Soup, Teagan. I’m sure that could be traced back to the Victorian Age. I used my own modified version of the story in my children’s fantasy, The Wizard, The Girl and The Unicorn’s Horn. It could make for any episode of Copper… 😉

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    • That is a huge compliment, Sharmishtha. The “things” have not inspired a true location for this serial, so i’ve left it to the readers’ imaginations. So I am very happy to hear this. Mega-hugs.

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  2. Oh goodness Deb — never apologize for that. I only posted Saturday afternoon… I appreciate when readers drop in to comment at all. I don’t feel you’ve neglected me or anything.
    >Thanks for saying that. But I’m no dynamo… I only post once a week (most weeks) — where as you do several. I don’t know how *you* do it. 🙂 Work just leaves me so drained… I’ve hardly touch either novel in progress in over a month! But your words mean the world to me and they encourage me to keep going. So thank you sincerely.
    >I appreciate what you said about the images. I found plenty i could use in good conscience for the 1920’s. But i almost obsess about getting the perfect image, and that’s not working out for the Victorian era… So I’ll probably resort to “themes” like i did with this episode. I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous Mardi Gras masks, so that’s what i’m planning for next weekend.
    Stay warm, and keep an eye on all the fur babies! I know C-Dog gave you quite a fright. Hugs. 😀

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  3. Teagan, I apologize for not getting around to reading and commenting on your blog before this; I’ve been busy writing and barely keeping up with my own blog. I don’t know how you do it! But I’m so glad you share your work here — it’s terrific, and it needs to be shared! And, I know I’ve said this before, but the “look” of your posts are just so wonderful — I always feel as though I’ve stepped into another world, a romantic, throwback world. Just lovely. And your writing is lovely, too — you paint such vivid images. Again, sorry I’m so late to the table, but I’m so glad I finally got here! Have a great day! 🙂

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  4. Hi Lottie. That’s so kind of you to say. I really appreciate you taking a moment to comment. Thank Andrea for the pease pudding. 😀 I have to admit that i had to ask her what it was. I was excited to find that recipe with it on toast, just as Andrea had described.
    >It was great to see you posting again. Your “day in the life” posts are a big adventure to me. Mega-hugs! 🐻

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  5. Teagan, will write comment here again. It’s remarkable how you weave your thoughts throughout the story. Free rein for your brain! I like Cornelis, the alchemist. He seems to be more developed now. And he’s a great cook! However, I like Copper too. She’s coming into her own! I’m looking forward to the story progression! Christine

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  6. Himalayan Owl Lamp and Four Naughty Chimps? What next??? What a delight to have this story unfold before our very eyes. I am eagerly looking forward to what old documents are within the lamp. And the chimps? Well, this could go anywhere from here. I’m somewhat reminded of “Planet of the Apes.” (or should that be “Revenge of the Planet of the Apes???) Possibilities are endless!

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  7. What makes this story curious-er-r and curious-er-r are the three…no f.o.u.r. monkeys. I like your synopsis at the end, which adds to the old-fashioned serial effect. I do look forward to each new chapter, Teagan. ❤ ❤ Loving it.

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  8. Your wonderful imagination knows no bounds, love this episode. I always want more and can’t wait for the next episode. I never knew what Pease Porridge was, only heard about it in a nursery rhyme. Love all the characters here, they are so much fun. Love the vegetarian blog you featured.

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  9. Teagan! I’m giggling and learning! I have not had pease pudding so I am going to check out that recipe. Also, the chimpanzees appearing had me laughing as I hadn’t expected it. I like that there are ‘old documents’ in the owl-shaped lamp – great addition to the ‘ingredient’ that Andrea kindly provided you 🙂

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  10. 🙂 Love what you’ve done with the ingredients Teagan! And thanks for your lovely words 🙂 I’m glad your characters enjoyed the pease pudding so much and very inventive use of the owl-shaped lamp. The chimps were a surprise – wasn’t expecting that at all – I can only wonder what you’ll do next!

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    • Ha! I wonder what i’ll do next too, Andrea — because I’ve no earthly idea! 😀 That’s part of the fun. I’m tickled that you enjoyed your episode. Thanks so very much for commenting and for the fun things/ingredients. Mega-hugs. 🙂

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  11. Thank you very much, John. I love it when anyone sees a particular detail that they like. It’s also great feedback for me. You’re a terrific storyteller, so truly blushing at the compliment.
    >All the cooking bloggers have so much more talent and energy in the kitchen. They’re amazing. I had fun learning about pease pudding and i agree — it looks great. Wishing you a fun culinary adventure with it. Huge hugs! :mrgreen:

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  12. Loved the idea the chimp was going to pull the body back up the stairs. The whole story is well done. Pease pudding looks great. May have to make a batch (my wife will not go near it i’m sure).

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  13. Your imagination is on overtime again Teagan.and it’s working wonders. I wonder if these four are Speak, Hear, See and Smell no Evil really? Unless they’re all moonlighting for a funeral,parlour in need of the trade.
    Whatever the answer, I can’t wait to see what happens to the strange lady in trousers and her ghost next week.
    xxx Humongous Hugs xxx

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    • David you always make my day. Thank you so much. Ha! That thought did cross my mind, but i didn’t know what “no evil” to give the fourth chimp. Who knows what the Naughty Chimps might do if they make a return appearance. Maybe riding off into the sunset on a hydrofoil. 😀
      > Looking forward to your next diary post and hearing about your week. And the photos of Reuben. ❤ Mega-hugs.

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    • Thanks so much, Janet! What’s life without a little whimsy? Your colorful hummingbirds have often added a much needed fanciful touch to my days, so thank you again for them. I’m very happy that you enjoyed the episode. Hugs!

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  14. It’s evident you’re having fun with the serial and it seems you’ve found some awesome blogs on the way. Fabulous closing of the episode. Now I’ll have the 4 dancing monkeys in my head for a week!

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  15. And then there are the carbs…(said the woman who just finished a bowl of potato soup with a hunk of bread for lunch…) But I refuse to get caught up in “the numbers” ever again. I haven’t owned a set of scales in a decade.
    I’m delighted that you enjoyed the episode, Christoph. I’ve run into great cooking blogs in these last two episodes. It’s fun! Hugs. 😀

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