The Hesitant Hero (House of Winslow Book #38)
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When Tyler Winslow is expelled from college in New York, he decides to study art in Paris. When he fails at that as well, and with no family or career to return to in the States, he settles further south in France, painting for his own pleasure and pursuing a woman he had dated in college.
Jolie Vernay has no interest in Tyler, but their lives are soon entwined with those of several Jewish orphans. As the conflicts of World War II come dangerously close, Tyler starts to understand that the world doesn't revolve around him. He and Jolie agree that they must flee the country and get the children to safety.
Then a baby is also thrust into their care, further complicating the already desperate situation. Can they hope to escape the Nazis when all the odds are against them?
(House of Winslow Book 38)
Gilbert Morris
Gilbert Morris is one of today’s best-known Christian novelists, specializing in historical fiction. His best-selling works include Edge of Honor (winner of a Christy Award in 2001), Jacob’s Way, The Spider Catcher, the House of Winslow series, the Appomattox series, and The Wakefield Saga. He lives in Gulf Shores, Alabama with his wife, Johnnie.
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The Hesitant Hero (House of Winslow Book #38) - Gilbert Morris
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CHAPTER ONE
The Colony Club
Come on, Tyler, have some dinner with me. I’m starving!
Tyler Winslow lolled back in the seat of the yellow cab and grinned faintly at the woman who was pulling at his arm and urging him to get out.
I should go home. I’ve had a little much to drink.
Caroline Autry was not in the habit of begging for favors. As the daughter of Denton Autry, one of the richest men in New York City, she was more accustomed to having her smallest whims fulfilled. None of that!
she urged. Come on. I’m famished.
With a groan, Tyler allowed himself to be pulled out of the cab. He stood there for a moment swaying, then closed his eyes, muttering, Is the whole world turning around, or is it just me?
You’re all right. Here, driver, keep the change.
Thank you, miss.
Tyler opened his eyes and looked at the building in front of them. This is the Colony Club. You know I can’t afford it, Caroline.
"Well, I can."
Indeed, the jewelry that adorned Caroline Autry could probably have made a good start toward buying the famous restaurant. Diamonds glittered at her ears and an enormous ruby necklace decorated her throat, and when she moved her hands, more diamonds caught the reflections of the lights of the club and flashed like stars. The October night was chilly, and she wore a chinchilla coat over her shoulders. Looking up at Tyler, she said, The night’s young and so are we, so let’s live it up.
All right, honey, if you say so.
A tall, handsome doorman greeted them with a smile. Hello, Miss Autry. And how are you, sir?
Hello, George,
Caroline said. Is it a full house tonight?
Pretty crowded, but they’ll find you a good seat, I know.
They went in and were greeted again by a small, dapper man in a tuxedo who smiled slightly. Ah, Miss Autry, so good to have you.
We want good seats, Henry.
The very best that we have available. If you’ll walk this way, please.
As the two followed the maître d’, Tyler was only vaguely aware of the ornate decorations. The Colony Club was located on Sixty-Second Street and was one of the most famous and fairly notorious restaurants in America. Vogue magazine had stated, It’s harder to get a good table at the Colony than it is to hit a hole in one.
Indeed, nothing was too good for the clientele who willingly paid the enormous prices. The famous guests were treated like visiting royalty. Every time Bernard Baruch dined at the Colony in the heat of a New York summer, the management had the air-conditioning turned off because Baruch hated it.
Something about the atmosphere of the Colony Club was displeasing to Tyler Winslow. Having been brought up in the more primitive parts of Africa, he had spent most of his life in a simpler way. Now as he glanced around the crowd, noting that the waiter was taking them to one of the better tables, he thought of how snobbish some people in New York were. He was well aware that there was a section of the Colony Club known as Siberia. It had gotten its name when socialite Peggy Hopkins Joyce had been shown to one of the less-than-desirable tables and had demanded, Where are you taking me to? Siberia?
But there was no way that Caroline Autry would be taken to what had been dubbed the penal section in the Colony Club—where the common people ate as opposed to the stars.
They reached a table and the waiter bowed. I trust this will be satisfactory.
Yes, of course,
Caroline said as she nodded carelessly. She sat down in the chair, which the waiter held for her, and then glanced around. Look, Tyler, there’s John Barrymore,
she said. I think he’s the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.
Then she turned and smiled. Present company excepted, of course.
Tyler grinned. He had been told he was a roughly handsome man, although he had none of the smoothness of Barrymore. He was exactly six feet tall and carried a trim, hard one hundred seventy pounds of muscle, put on over years of an active life in Africa. His thick brown hair had a very slight curl, and women always told him they liked his intense blue eyes.
Caroline leaned forward and playfully tousled Tyler’s hair but then stopped, lightly pulling his hair straight up. I never noticed that before. Where’d you get that scar, Tyler?
He touched the scar on his forehead that was usually covered with hair. A leopard.
Her eyes widened. Are you serious!
she exclaimed. You mean a real leopard?
It wasn’t imitation.
Caroline stared at the scar. I can’t imagine such a thing.
I didn’t have to imagine it.
Were you out in the jungle?
No, sleeping in my bed.
He came into your house? Didn’t you keep the doors locked?
I don’t think we had any locks on the doors. And we had to keep the windows open for air.
And he just came right in?
Sure he did. I was just a kid, and we were out in a village, my folks and I. Leopards often come into villages at night. Lots of children have been stolen away. I was lucky, though,
he said. Dad always kept his gun by his side. We were all sleeping in the same room. When the leopard made a grab at my head, I hollered, and Dad shot out of bed, grabbed his gun, and killed it. I was a bloody mess. There was no doctor, so Dad had to sew my head up himself.
Caroline was fascinated by Tyler Winslow. Ordinarily she would never have given the son of poor missionary parents a second look, but she had encountered Tyler at an art show and had been struck by his rugged good looks. She had flirted with him, and he had asked her out. Since then she had found it a pleasure to show him the more expensive sides of New York, which he would never have been able to afford. He was an artist studying painting, but it was too soon to tell if he had enough talent to make it.
Aware that she was studying him, Tyler said, I can read your mind, Caroline.
I doubt it.
You’re wondering why in the world you put up with a poor, struggling artist when you could be running around with rich bankers.
Bankers are boring.
Painters can be boring too. I’ve met enough of them who are.
He toyed with his glass of water, turning it in his hand and studying the fine crystal. Some of them can’t talk about anything but art.
You’re not like that. You can talk about all kinds of things.
She winked suggestively and laughed. Looking around the room, she motioned to the waiter, who came scurrying forward. What’s good tonight?
she asked.
Almost anything you desire, Miss Autry.
The food at the Colony Club was legendary. Waiters were pushing carts of hors d’oeuvres, roasts, soups, and even ice sculptures through the dining room. One waiter was flamboyantly displaying food skewered on flaming swords.
I think I’ll have a hot dog on one of those swords,
Tyler said. Set it on fire, will you, please?
The waiter stared with astonishment. Sir, we don’t serve hot dogs.
I thought you served everything.
Nearly everything, sir, but not hot dogs.
He’s only ribbing you,
Carolyn told the waiter.
May I suggest the pheasant Souvaroff.
The waiter reeled off a list of other choices, and finally Caroline ordered eel ragout, and Tyler ordered roast lamb.
And bring us a bottle of your best wine,
Caroline instructed. I’ll let you choose.
I will do my best to please you, Miss Autry.
The waiter bowed and left.
Tyler leaned back in his chair and shook his head. All this rich eating’s going to make me fat.
You’ll never be fat. What did you eat in Africa?
Tyler grinned. When we were visiting the Masai, the host would milk a cow, then he would open a blood vessel in the cow’s neck and fill the rest of the cup up with blood. Mighty tasty.
Not really!
Caroline shuddered. How awful!
Well, the Masai men were some of the finest I’ve ever seen. All of them over six feet, strong, and more guts than you can imagine. Who knows? Maybe it was from drinking all that blood.
You’ve come a long way, Tyler. All the way from drinking blood and milk to being a promising art student in New York.
I don’t know how promising I am. My teachers don’t seem to think so.
They are teachers because they can’t paint themselves. You know what they say. Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.
She laughed aloud. The waiter soon came back with the wine, allowed Tyler to taste it first, then poured them each a glass.
My brother’s been after me to stop drinking,
Tyler said as he picked up his glass. You met him once, but you may have been a bit too drunk to remember him.
Of course I remember him. His name was Chance. A very proper, upright man. Not like you at all.
The remark struck something in Tyler, and he drank half of his glass in one gulp. You’re right. He’s not like me. He’s the good one. I’m the bad apple.
Don’t put yourself down.
I don’t need to put myself down. I’ve got plenty of other people doing that.
You mean your brother?
For one. He’s trying to convert me.
Your family are missionaries, all of them? Your parents and your brother too?
Pretty much. I’ll be glad when Chance goes back to Africa. I’m nothing but a disappointment to him.
He drank more of the wine and shook his head. Our folks won’t be happy when he tells them what I’ve been up to, although he’ll think of something good to say about me to make the folks feel better.
Come on. Let’s dance while we’re waiting for our food.
As they walked to the dance floor, Tyler said, It’s hard for two drunks to dance well together.
We’re not drunks!
We get drunk all the time. What do you think makes a drunk?
That’s your family talking. There’s nothing wrong with drinking and having a good time.
Sometimes they’re not the same thing.
What do you mean by that?
Most of the time when you drink you don’t have a good time. You just think you are. And then you wake up the next day with your mouth tasting like a birdcage and someone trying to drive an ice pick through your skull. You call that having a good time?
Caroline laughed at him. "Talk all you want to, but we are having a good time. I am, anyway."
As they moved around the floor, she seemed to be studying him in a strange way. Finally she said, You know, we could get married.
Tyler’s mind was not clear, and he blinked his eyes with surprise. We can’t do that.
Why not?
In the first place, I couldn’t support a wife.
But I can support a husband.
Tyler flashed a sour grin. That’s all I need, Caroline, to be a kept man.
You’re too old-fashioned. This is 1939, not the Middle Ages.
I know what year it is. I know what month is it too.
Why, it’s October.
Does that mean anything to you—October 1939?
No.
Ten years of the Depression. It was ten years ago in 1929 that the Depression hit. The whole country’s gone downhill. I wasn’t here for most of it, but there are still hard times in this country.
The music ended and they went back to their table just as the food arrived. Tyler only picked at his food. He was troubled, and finally Caroline shoved her own food away. You’re not much fun tonight.
I know it. I’m feeling guilty.
What are you feeling guilty about?
Tyler looked up, a disturbed look on his face. My folks sacrificed a lot to send me over here to college to learn how to paint. They had to do without. Chance had to make some sacrifices too.
He suddenly shoved the plate back, poured another glass of wine, and gulped it down. When he put the glass down, he said with determination, But when I make it big as a painter, I’ll make it up to them.
You’re funny about some things,
Caroline said. Maybe that’s why I like you.
Funny about what?
Well, most struggling young artists wouldn’t mind marrying a rich woman. You wouldn’t have to worry about money. Daddy’s got oodles of it.
It’s not the same thing. I wouldn’t want to have to depend on your dad.
You’ve got some archaic ideas.
She stood up. I’m going to the ladies’ room.
Tyler watched as she got up and made her way through the crowd. He sat there and stared at the wine bottle. He started to pour himself another drink but stopped. What’s the matter with you, Tyler Winslow?
he muttered. You didn’t used to be a drunk.
Indeed, he didn’t especially like to drink. When he had first come to America, he had drunk very little, but in Caroline Autry’s circles, alcohol was just part of the atmosphere. The years of prohibition had somehow changed America, and now it seemed that people were trying to make up for the lost years by drinking more.
He pulled his billfold out of his pocket and opened it. A grimace touched his wide mouth and he shoved it back. I’ll have to ask the folks for more money. The very thought of it was abominable, and with grim determination, he thought, I won’t be any more of a burden on them. I can’t.
He sat there unhappy and heavy in thought until finally he looked up to see Caroline coming across the floor. As she moved through the crowd, a big man suddenly stepped in front of her. She tried to get by, but the man laughed and took her by the arm.
Despite his alcoholic haze, Tyler hastened toward the two, anger running through him like a jolt of electricity. Even above the loud music he heard Caroline crying, Let go of me!
Ah, come on, pretty lady—don’t be so stuck up.
Tyler clamped his hand on the man’s wrist and squeezed hard. The man winced and turned around.
What are you doing?
the man growled.
Let the lady alone or I’ll send you to the dentist.
The big man released his grip, and his face was flushed. Get out of here, sonny. I’m talkin’ to the lady.
Come on, Caroline.
Tyler reached for her hand, but the big man knocked his arm away. Without thought, Tyler swung and caught the man right on the mouth with a devastating blow. He watched with satisfaction as the man went reeling backward, the back of his legs striking a table.
The blow would have put most men down, but Tyler saw that despite the blood on the man’s lips there was a light in his eyes. He came forward with a shuffle, and his stance warned Tyler that this man had done his share of fighting.
Tyler managed to get his arms up and turned, but the fist caught him on the shoulder with frightening power, driving him backward into another table, which collapsed beneath him. The two women at the table screamed as they tried to get out of the way. Tyler scrambled to his feet and threw himself at the big man in a frightening fury. Only vaguely aware of what was happening, he threw blow after blow and received many in return. Both men were bleeding now, but Tyler was getting the worst of it. He saw the big man pick up a chair and he tried to dodge it, but the edge of it caught him on the head. He sank down, his surroundings growing darker. He could hear Caroline’s voice but could not make out her words.
Finally he felt hands pulling him to his feet. He winced and reached up to touch his head, discovering that it was damp. He looked at the blood on his hands and then at Caroline, who was being held back by a burly policeman. Another officer was holding him by the arm. You’ll have to come along with me.
He started it,
Caroline cried.
The judge will decide who started what. Let’s go.
Tyler was pulled along, and he glanced back to see the big man glaring at him. What about him?
You don’t know him?
No.
That’s Oliver Blalock. He’s a district attorney. He’s got lots of pull with the judges. You picked the wrong man to hit, young fella.
But he started it!
The policeman had a red face and a battered countenance. He grinned as he pulled Tyler out of the crowded room. Don’t matter who started it. He’s the man with the weight. Next time be more careful who you bust.
It’s not fair!
’Course it ain’t fair,
the officer answered. Most things in this here world ain’t fair. If things were fair, we’d all be born to rich people. But I didn’t make the rules and looks like neither did you. That’s why you’re going to the slammer and Oliver Blalock ain’t.
Tyler glared at the policeman but knew it was hopeless. His head was splitting, and all he could think of was what his parents would say when they heard about this little escapade.
CHAPTER TWO
Flunking Out
By the time the squad car had reached the hospital and Tyler had been led to the emergency room by the policeman, Tyler had sobered up considerably. He had a splitting headache, and the blood that trickled from the cut in his scalp had stained his white shirt. He had put a handkerchief on it to staunch the flow, but it had become sodden.
Go ahead and find some lunch or something, Dan,
the officer told his partner. This could take a while.
All right. I’ll be back in an hour.
The officer got out of the squad car and helped Tyler get out of the back seat. That’s a bad cut you got there, Winslow,
he said as he led Tyler into the emergency room. I reckon you’ll have to have some stitchin’ done.
Tyler’s head hurt too much for him to reply, and, in truth, he was ashamed of himself for the whole incident. His temper was a fearful thing, and he had struggled most of his life to control it. Now he knew there would be no way to keep this from Chance, and inevitably his parents would hear of it.
The officer went to the desk and said, We need to get this guy fixed up right away. He’s bleedin’ to death.
The woman behind the desk gave him a wry smile. This is an emergency room, Officer Murphy. Everybody’s bleeding to death in one form or another.
Ah, come on, sweetheart,
Murphy said. Give us a break. We ain’t got time to wait.
All right. Sign him in, and I’ll see what I can do.
The paper work took little time, and before long an attractive woman was leading Tyler and Murphy through a door that led down a corridor and then through a door in which there were six beds, two of them occupied.
Now, what can I do for you?
the woman asked Tyler.
I guess I’ve got a pretty good cut on my head,
he said as he pulled the handkerchief away from his forehead.
All right. Take this bed here.
How long is this gonna take?
Murphy asked.
It shouldn’t take too long, Officer.
Okay, I’m going to go get something to eat, but I’ll have to lock him to the bed. Come on, Winslow, put yourself down here.
Tyler gloomily lay down on the bed and watched as Murphy took out a pair of handcuffs, clamping one side to his wrist and the other to the bed rail. You stay here and let the doc patch you up, then we’ll be goin’ downtown.
What did he do, Officer, rob a store?
No, he just got into a fight and busted the wrong guy.
Officer Murphy left as the woman bent over Tyler. Her brown hair was pulled back off her forehead and gathered in a bun. Does it look bad, Nurse?
It’s going to have to be stitched, and incidentally, I’m not a nurse.
So you’re a doctor?
Not yet.
She stood up. I’ll need to shave part of your scalp before I can put the stitches in.
Tyler lay on the bed feeling worse by the moment. He shut his eyes and wished fervently he had not gotten himself into such a situation. He was certain he would not go to jail, at least not for any significant time. Caroline would see to that. One word from her father would be all it would take. Tyler was disgusted as he realized he was depending on a man who despised him. Denton Autry, Caroline’s father, had little use for artists of any kind—especially for those who ran around getting drunk with his only daughter.
Well, what happened to you?
Tyler opened his eyes and saw a man standing in front of