Ally shot him a warning glance, but he kept grinning as he stepped past her. When he looked back and winked again, she forced a smile to her lips and turned her attention back to the group.
Well, thanks, I think, she told the boy whod spoken. There was nothing like having a few young kids on the tour, giggling and not the least bit interested in the history of the Tarleton-Dandridge Houseor the nation, for that matter. They didnt want to be here and were going to be thorns in her side if she didnt do something quickly. Ghost tours were the answer in situations like this.
To most kids an old house just seemed stuffy and boring. She understood how they felt, even though shed always been the odd kid out herselfa history nerd, as Julian liked to call her. She was from Philadelphia; shed gone to Boston for her bachelor and masters, and to New York for her doctorate, but she loved her own city almost as if it were a friend with whom shed grown up. From the time she was little, shed gaped at Independence Hall and marveled that she could stand in the same place where some of the greatest men in American history had stood.
She surveyed the crowd and concluded that the two boys were indeed brothers, dragged along on a historical jaunt by their parents, the attractive couple a few feet back.
Actually, my name is Allison Leigh, and the person Im dressed to portray is Lucy Tarleton. And, she added teasingly, shes supposed to haunt the place, so Id be careful if I were you. She took a step closer to the taller of the two brothers. She wants you to know your history.
He grinned and struck a swaggering pose. I wouldnt mind meeting up with a hot ghost, he said. And I know all about her. Lucy Tarleton, that is. We went on a ghost tour last night! She was a spy. Like a Hairy Mata.
Mata Hari! his dad whispered, shaking his head in amusement but setting a hand on the boys shoulders. Sorry! he murmured to Allison.
Its fine, Allison assured him. She turned back to the boy. Great, then youre in the know, she said gravely. You could meet up with Lucy today. Or maybe the ghost of Lord Brian Beast Bradley, who is said to have murdered several patriots in cold blood, among them Lucy Tarleton.
Ghosts? Bring em on! the boy shouted.
Todd, his father chastised. Keep it down.
Its all right. Everyone loves historic ghost stories, Allison said. She did like kids and understood that they were going to be, well, kids. She just wished people would recognize the human toll of war and what history could teach them.
She stepped back to welcome her entire group of fifteen. Good evening, she said loudly, and welcome to the Tarleton-Dandridge House, here in historic Philadelphia!
Trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air had taken on a sweet chill that might have been the promise of rain or merely the slow descent from summer into fall. Dusk was coming, and with it, a soft fog. They hadnt shortened their hours at the mansion yet, but the last tour was usually out while there was still a glimmer of light in the sky.
Watching the sky and feeling the breeze, Allison Leigh thought she didnt mind the long days at all, even if she was tired tonight. Of course, a lot of what she did was by rote and she could do it in her sleep, but she was fascinated by history, and adored the old historic house where she worked as a guide when her teaching schedule allowed. Summers generally meant full-time guiding. She liked people, too, especially children and young adults, and valued the opportunity to show them where the fate of a nation had been decided and to discuss both the Colonial era and the Revolution itself.
On most busy days the other three guides did their share of the tours. Annette Fanning, a good friend as well as coworker, had left early, scheduled for a root canal. Jason Lawrence was leading the tour group just ahead, dressed in the manner of the British dandy, Lord Bradley, whod resided in the house when the patriots had fled. Julian Mitchell, the fourth guide employed by the private nonprofit corporation that owned the house, had disappeared around lunchtime. He was an effective guide, but he was also running around auditioning with his band, and had a tendency to show up late or disappear early. With the last of the school-age crowd going through at the tail end of summer, his lack of responsibility was irritating, but this tour was it for the nightand then shed be ready to close up and go home. They all liked Julian; he was just driving them crazy.
Watch out! A ghosts going to follow you home, a young man in the crowd whispered to the boys. He smiled, looking at the young woman with him, his wife or girlfriend, as if watching the boys because he might want a few of his own one day.
I dont think ghosts follow you home, the younger of the two brothers said bravely. I mean, theyre supposed to haunt a place, right?
Maybe they can follow you home! his brother teased. They can go through walls, cant they?
Stop it! the younger one said.
His brother made chicken sounds.
Allison clapped her hands to draw their attention back to the tour. The Tarleton-Dandridge House is open to help you understand the Revolutionary War and the occupation of Philadelphia, not to send ghosts home with anyone, she announced. So, well start with a brief history, although Im sure you know most of this. Philadelphia was the first capital of the United States. And the Declaration of Independence was written and signed here. But by that time, shots had been fired in Bostonand the British navy was occupying Staten Island. What you may not realize is that the First Continental Congress worked here before they decided on independence. At first, they were seeking a means to achievecan someone tell me?
Oddly enough, it was her swaggering young beau, the older brother, who raised his hand. No taxation without representation! he said.
Very good. So, since it looked like the royal foot was coming down to punish the colonies for their revolt against taxesand theyd already risked being hanged for protesting lack of representation, the next step was to go all the way. Make the stakes worth the consequences, in other words. But it wasnt the citizens of Philadelphia who were eager for war, or at least not all of them. Remember, this area was settled by the Quaker William Penn. He granted the city its charter. Those who believe in the Quaker creed are and have always been antiwar and antiviolence, but by the time of the American Revolution, this was a city of about thirty thousand, all mixed in their beliefs and backgrounds.
Yeah! They were ready to fight for freedom! the older boy said.
She nodded. By then the colonies had formed the Second Continental Congress, so a fight for independence it became. But Philadelphia would pay the price. The British wanted the capital. According to their logic, if you took the capital, the rest of the upstarts would fall apart and surrender. However, General George Washington had learned from his Indian wars, and he waged a different kind of warfare. Still, we lost many battles and, as I said, Philadelphia and her residents paid a heavy toll.
She seemed to have won over the boys, which pleased her, and they were looking at her intently now rather than gawking.
Gentlemen, if you will? she asked the two brothers.
They actually seemed nervous as she walked back to the podium by the gate. She took out two mock Colonial muskets and gave them to the boys. The male guides carried exceptionally accurate reproduction muskets, but to entertain young adults before entering the house, the guides used mock-up plastic muskets.
They actually seemed nervous as she walked back to the podium by the gate. She took out two mock Colonial muskets and gave them to the boys. The male guides carried exceptionally accurate reproduction muskets, but to entertain young adults before entering the house, the guides used mock-up plastic muskets.
Now, how would you feel if I put you twenty feet apart and told you to shoot at each other? Do you think it would make a lot of sense?
You shoot enough andI guess we could hit each other, the taller boy said. Eventually.
Maybe, the younger brother added.
She nodded. Muskets of the day werent great on aim. For every shot, a man had to load his powder, tamp it down and hope the enemy wasnt upon him before he could fire again. What are your names? she asked the boys.
The younger brother was Jimmy, she discovered, and the older one was Todd. She had them perform and they followed her instructions, demonstrating a manner of fighting in which they walked toward each other, and then another manner, in which one of them hid behind a tree.
George Washington had learned well, dont you think? He knew the British could outman, outpower and outdiscipline him. So if they wanted the city, hed take to the countryside. Back in the 1770s, for about a hundred miles all around Philadelphia, there was nothing but wilderness. Washington could abandon the city, let the British move in for a while, and the Revolutionary government could keep trying to sway the French to join us, which happened in 1778. And the British knew they could become locked in, trapped. So they in turn had to abandon the city.
Allison checked the little watch she wore on a chain around her neck, and saw that shed given Jason plenty of time to take his group through.
Shall we enter the house? she said, opening the gate that led up to the handsome brick house.
Lets go! Todd blurted out.
She arched a brow at him. He grinned, and she smiled back.
As she led her group into the small but beautifully manicured yard, Allison told them, The house was built in 1752 of brick and stone, in what was known as the Flemish style, with alternating longer and shorter bricks. It was built for Lucy Tarletons father, an Irish immigrant who rose to success and attained great riches as a merchantand had no love for the British King George.
Mad King George! Jimmy said.
Yes, so they called him. Allison paused on the porch, waiting for the stragglers to catch up.
King George never set foot here, of course, she went on. The days of kings leading their men into battle were long gone. But as for King Georges war, Allison said, there were two English brothers in control of the war effort hereAdmiral Richard Howe on the water and General William Howe on land. One thing they hoped, of course, was that many citizens would be loyal to Britain and start coming out of the woodwork when they arrived.
And there were citizens loyal to Great Britain, right? Jimmy asked.
Yep. There were citizens loyal to Great Britain, although many moved to Canadathe United Empire Loyalistswhen the war began. But this city was a prize to the British, harder to obtain than theyd expected.
The rivers werent deep enough for the Royal navy! Todd said. I know that because weve been on so many history tours already!
Exactly, Allison agreed. And there were numerous unseen obstacles under the water. It was difficult! But eventually they made their way here. She continued the story shed told so many times before. Philadelphia fell to the British, and was held by them from September 26, 1777, through June 18, 1778. General Washington deprived them of greater victory by seeing that the city was abandoned and the Continental Congress moved to New York City. The British set up a puppet government in Philadelphia for that nine-month period. Meanwhile, the British soldiers enjoyed the warmth and comfort of some of these splendid homes, while Washingtons men froze at Valley Forge. And so here, at this beautiful mansion, Lucy Tarleton stayed behind, pretending to be loyal to the Crown, throwing parties, and even feigning a romance with Lord Brian Bradleysoon to be known as Beast Bradley, and soon to executewithout trial or kings commandthe lovely patriot, Lucy Tarleton. Lucy was indeed passing British secrets to General Washington down in Valley Forge. She was passionate about her cause and she was to die for her efforts, in a rare but tragically vindictive incident. Follow me.
The front door led through a tiny mudroom with cut-glass windows and then into a grand foyer. In the city, youll find that many businesses were on the first floors of what are now historic buildings, while the living quarters were upstairs. But here, a servant would greet guests in the foyer, and determine where theyd go. Mr. Tarletons study was to your right, while the salon was the first room to your left, she said, gesturing in those directions. The kitchen is still a separate house out back, which prevented a cooking fire from reaching the main house. Beyond the salon is the dining room, and it gave the servants easy access to the kitchen. The left side of the house as you face me was the entertainment area, you might say, and to your right were the family rooms. In back of the study is the ladies parlor, and behind that, the music room. Youll see an exquisite harpsichord there that actually belonged to the Tarleton family. Upstairs, there are five bedrooms and the attic, which contained storage space and rooms for the servants. The Tarletons had five household servants who lived in the main house and a number of gardeners and grooms who lived over the carriage house, which is also preserved.
Servants! I could use a few! the boys mother said, ruffling her younger sons hair.
Allison grinned and went on to describe various objects in the house. Then she explained that because of tight spaces and narrow hallways, they should go by themselves and look into the rooms on their own, respecting the velvet cord barriers. So, please go ahead and walk through the first floor, and Ill be here to answer any questions. Dont forget to note the dumbwaiter at the rear of the dining room! Its still in perfect working order.
She stood in the foyer, in a central area so guests could question her. She was surprised when Todd came up to her. She suspected some kind of sexual innuendo, but he seemed oddly quiet and awed. Miss, can you come here for a minute?
Sure, Todd. She followed him to the doorway of Tarletons study. The room held his large carved maple desk, reproduction ledgers, quills, ink pots, study chairs and wooden shelves, some covered with glass doors. There were two paintings that dominated the walls in the room, one of Angus Tarleton himself, painted when he was a young man with shiny dark hair and bright blue eyes, traits hed passed on to his daughter.
But Todd was staring at the other painting. He pointed at it.
Who is that? he asked in a whisper.
Oh, thats the man they called Beast Bradley, she told him. Brian Bradley. Remember? We talked about him. She stared at the painting, too. Bradley was a young man in the portrait, with a narrow face, high cheekbones, and dark, brooding eyes. Allison had always thought that although the portrait was certainly flattering, the artist hadnt liked the man. The cruelty for which he would one day be known seemed painted into the sharpness of his features and the look in his eyes. He was elegantly dressed, in the fashion of his day. And while he was a general in the kings army, shed seldom seen him depicted in uniform. She assumed that wearing anything that might be rank and fileeven with elevating insigniaswould have been, in his eyes, beneath him.