Privilege Meets Politics

By Honor Mamath

Privilege meets Politics

Today our country crumbles from aging roads and falling bridges. Then, in 1890, our Canadian neighbors experienced a stalled system too. Roads, bridges and tracks from east to west had yet to be built.

How does a diplomat who is privileged support a country’s plans for growth when he’s used to the status quo? His comfort zone is taking the easy way out when conflict arises.

What will Charles Stanley do when up against men who take risks?
Why won’t he propose to the girl of his dreams? Why doesn’t he approve of his brother’s choice of a promising career?

So when a leader of the Canadian conservative party asks his support of a less than ethical transaction, will he blow the whistle before the party melts down, or become an accessory in a charge of corruption?

Privilege meets Politics is about a country’s struggle to build its future and men’s struggle to provide it. There is no easy way out except to persevere.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781796092035

Honor Mamath

Honor Mamath lived in Europe for two years on a military base in 1962 and 1963, during President Kennedy's assassination. Since that shock to the world, she is interested in what history can teach us. Later, she earned her high school teaching credential and taught at a business college in the 1980s. Her interest in human relationships, as well as historical adventures, inspires her plots and stories.

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PRIVILEGE MEETS

POLITICS

HONOR MAMATH

COPYRIGHT © 2020 BY Honor Mamath.

LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CONTROL NUMBER:   2020904368

     ISBN:           HARDCOVER             978-1-7960-9193-9

                         SOFTCOVER              978-1-7960-9194-6

                         EBOOK                       978-1-7960-9203-5

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 03/03/2020

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Chapter One   Meet the Stanleys

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Part II

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Part III

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

HISTORICAL EVENTS, CHARACTERS, and the politics of the late 1800s comes from six sources which, like individual recipes, provide the ingredients for this story. Included in these texts are the activities of the following characters: Lord Dufferin, Prime Minister John Macdonald, Alexander MacKenzie, David Macpherson, Sir Hugh Allan and George McMullen.

Harry Bruce, A Century of Central Trust, 1937.

W. G. Hardy, From Sea Unto Sea, 1959.

Roger Riendeau, A Brief History of Canada, 2000.

George Woodcocks, The Canadians, 1979.

Picturesque Canada, Hurtig Publisher, Edmonton. 1975.

(Engravings from orig. illustrations 1882 – 1885).

The Battle of Seven Oaks, U Tube, Parks Canada 2016.

The Stanleys and all other characters were brought to fictional life from the imagination of the author.

CHAPTER ONE

MEET THE STANLEYS

CHARLES’S FATHER WOKE to the lone trill of a skylark. The bird’s song was better than the dark shapes shrieking in his dream. It was eight o’clock. Late. He inhaled. A new day, he whispered. It promises to be a good day for me, but will it for Charles?

He put on his blue silk dressing robe. Straightening the eiderdown over the sheets, he stood and smoothed wisps of hair on his scalp as he heard a knock at the door.

Come in, come in Gwenie.

A slight form entered and made her way to his bedside.

Morning Lord Stanley. The staff, they says to wish you a happy day.

Thank you. Do you wish me a good day too?

Oh yes, I do. Happy birthday Lord Stanley.

He nodded and accepted Friday’s gazette dated the second week of August 1870.

Lifting the cover off a plate on his tray he grimaced.

Oh no. Look at these eggs.

Sorry, Lord Stanley.

Take the plate, Gwen.

He frowned and lifted the teapot’s lid. Seeing a full container, he nodded, then picked up the plate of eggs and handed it to the girl. She wasted no time retreating, only stopping to close the bedroom door behind her.

Humph. Raymond Stanley shook a fist. Ninnies in my kitchen!

Lady Pearl, entering, tiptoed to his side. She kissed him on his cheek and wished him a happy birthday before sitting on the foot of the bed. Ten minutes later, their son Jack, a lad of twenty, joined them.

While you two visit, I’ll see to your eggs, Raymond, said Lady Pearl.

Jack gave his mother a hug then turned to his father who accepted a birthday squeeze.

His father wasn’t a man who cared for hugs.

* * * * * * * * * *

Lady Pearl asked cook where she could find Gwen. Cook pointed to the pantry where laughter and horseplay, no doubt, was going on thought Lady Pearl as she turned and left the kitchen for the dining room.

Gwen, in the pantry, had her hand over her mouth, embarrassed at the sight of Charles Stanley taking liberties with the young farm girl who was there as extra help for Lord Stanley’s birthday celebration. Charles hand was moving up the girl’s skirt. A flash of thigh and undergarments showed. Would he not stop now that I’m near, wondered Gwen. She saw his other hand go inside the girl’s garment up her leg.

Oh no, sir, gasped the girl as she caught his hand and held it still.

Pardon me, he replied. He saw Gwen.

I’ve come for your father’s breakfast, Master Charles.

Yes, Gwen, go ahead. Charles moved away from the warming pan on the counter making room for the servant to work. Gwen put the tray down with a bang, then arranged a new plate of eggs from the chafing dish. She transferred the plate to an ironclad pan for the hoist. Charles cranked the lift for her and waited until a muffled horn above announced the plate’s arrival.

Gwen said not a word then left stopping briefly to say a word to Lady Pearl before climbing the back stairs to the second floor. Perhaps I’m lucky Charles has never been overly familiar with me, she told herself.

Downstairs, Charles pulled the servant girl closer to his chest.

Alone at last, you little witch.

He inhaled, then took a second deep breath as he clutched her bottom beneath her apron as Lady Pearl’s voice came over the swinging pantry door.

Charles, if that’s you, please return to father’s room.

Charles swore under his breath and released his hand stopping briefly to kiss the girl’s open mouth.

Later, Amy.

* * * * * * * *

Jack, on his way to breakfast passed Charles on the landing.

He’s waiting for you Charles.

Charles shrugged.

I know that.

Charles soon sat on the linen covered sofa beside his sister. When she