Flashback Four #1: The Lincoln Project by Dan Gutman

Author:Dan Gutman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

Isabel, Luke, and David didn’t know it yet, but I’ll tell you, reader. This house belonged to David Wills, a thirty-three-year-old lawyer and a prominent citizen of the town. It was Wills who led the drive to create a cemetery honoring the Union soldiers who’d died in the Battle of Gettysburg. He acquired the site of the cemetery, arranged the design, planned the ceremony, and invited President Lincoln to come and give a speech at the dedication. During the battle itself, Wills led people up on the roof of this building to watch the fighting in progress.

David pulled open the front door. Isabel and Luke peeked inside. Nobody was there. They entered the house.

“Nice place,” David whispered as they tiptoed through the dining room and into the living room. “Whoever lives here must be rich. They have a fireplace in every room.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re rich,” Luke whispered back. “That means they didn’t have any other way to heat the house.”

“Shhhh! Quiet!” Isabel said.

Actually, Wills was quite wealthy. All the rooms were elegantly decorated with expensive mahogany cabinets, flowery wallpaper, and gas lamps along the walls. The place looked like a museum.

Isabel, Luke, and David stopped for a moment to listen. There were footsteps above.

“Come on, she must have gone upstairs,” Luke told the others.

“We shouldn’t be in here. This is private property,” Isabel whispered as they climbed the steps. “We could get in trouble.”

“What if somebody lured Julia up there?” David whispered back. “We can’t just do nothing.”

“We could get shot for trespassing!” Isabel said. “They shoot people for stuff like that in 1863.”

“I have news for you,” David informed her. “They shoot people for stuff like that in our time too.”

“Shhhhh!”

At the top of the stairs, they looked left and right. There were several bedrooms on the second floor. All the doors were open, except for one.

“In here,” whispered Luke, his hand on the doorknob.

Isabel held her breath as Luke pulled open the bedroom door. And there, standing beside a small oval table, was Julia. She was alone.

“Julia!” the three shouted, catching her by surprise.

The bedroom was ornate, like the ones downstairs. Paisley carpet. Fancy fireplace with an oil painting on the wall above it. There was a rocking chair in the corner by the window, which looked out on the square. The red curtains were pulled aside, revealing white lace underneath.

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