April 12,1912 Friday

Friday afternoon, mother, Cal and I were having lunch in the Palm Court room. I was only there because Cal had insisted that I be with him. He told me it was a business luncheon and it was very important that I be there with him because Mr. Ismay was a family man and Cal wanted to make a good impression. I told Cal I would although I knew I was going to have a dreadful time. Actually, I think Cal just wanted to show me off.

Hockley Steel had supplied White Star Lines with some of the steel that was used in Titanic's hull. Several thousand tons as Cal liked to boast to everyone. Cal, true to his nature was greedy for more business. Mr. Ismay was going on about Titanic and I lit myself a cigarette to relieve the boredom. Mother voiced her disapproval, but it was Cal who humiliated me in front of the others by taking the cigarette from my hand while everyone watched. He made me feel like a child.

Inside I was furious and I wanted to humiliate Cal like he had just done to me. When Mr. Ismay began to explain why he named the ship Titanic, I interrupted him, asking if he was at all familiar with Freud's theory of the male preoccupation with size. I can still remember the expressions on their faces. The anger was building up inside of me and to avoid any more unpleasant exchanges I excused myself from the table.

I walked out onto the first class deck as far as I could go and just stared at the ocean. I was angry because Cal and mother were trying to rearrange my life. No one seemed to care about my feelings. It was then that I felt someone was watching me. Turning my head, I noticed this young man staring right at me. I blushed when I met his eyes and quickly looked away but when I looked back he was still staring. I was thinking he was quite rude, doesn't he know it is impolite to stare at people.

Then I heard Cal's voice and felt him take my arm. He said that he hoped I was proud of myself and wanted to know what obsessed me to make that rude remark to Mr. Ismay and embarrass the whole dinner party. I told Cal I wanted him to leave me alone and I stormed back down the deck and headed for my room with Cal following closely behind me. He went on about my inappropriate behavior and demanded that I apologize to those people that I had made so uncomfortable with my outburst. I did not want to argue with him so I went back and made my apologies.

During dinner later that evening, I just stared at my food while others around me did not even notice my existence. My hopes and dreams seemed to be slipping away and I felt chained to a destiny that I was not ready for. Events were already in motion and they were moving much to fast for me. I felt like screaming but they were so engrossed in their endless boring dinner conversation that they probably would not have heard me. I was so angry that I did not realize that I had just pricked the skin on my hand with my crab fork, drawing blood. That immediately brought me to my senses and when mother saw the look on my face she asked if anything was the matter I told mother I was feeling a little ill and wished to go lie down for a while.

I excused my self and retired to my bedroom. As I undid my hair I gazed at my reflection in the large mirror on my dressing table. It's as if all my pent-up emotions suddenly broke through the dam that I built for them. Tears welled up in my eyes as I angrily brushed aside the items that were on my table. In my outburst, the hand mirror that father had gotten for my 13^th birthday fell off and cracked. On picking it up, it brought back a flood of memories of you father. You were the only one that seemed to care. Why did you have to leave me so soon? I rushed crying out the door and went through the first class entrance to the ship's deck. I ran down the deck towards the back of the ship, rudely bumping into people but really not caring anymore.

Before I realized what was happening, I was at the stern climbing over the railing and staring intently at the black water swirling below. It was like a magnet drawing me towards it. I just remember thinking that they would all be sorry when I'm gone.

Then I heard a voice behind me. I turned and saw this young man who I recalled as the same person that was staring at me earlier in the afternoon. I did not know how he got there but I warned him not to come any closer or I would let go. I cautiously watched as he slowly moved to the far side of the stern away from me. Had he been following me I thought to my self? What was he doing here anyway? Then he said no you won't. I glared at him at so rudely telling me what I would do or not do, just like everyone else in my life and I told him what I thought of his observation.

He began to take off his jacket and unlaced his shoes and told me if I jump he would have to jump in after me. I thought he was acting like a lunatic and I told him he was crazy and the fall alone would kill him. He just kept staring right at me and he told me that that he was more concerned about the water being so cold. I asked him how cold? When he replied freezing, I realized in my desire to want to kill my self, that I did not realize that the water would be so cold. This made me pause to think about what I was trying to do and then he asked me if I had ever been to Wisconsin? I honestly had no idea of what he was talking about and I looked at him in confusion. Then he started to explain ice fishing to me.

His conversation was beginning to annoy me and impatiently I told him that I knew what ice fishing was and gritted my teeth. He sheepishly apologized and said he did not think an indoor girl like myself would know about it. Then he spoke about him falling through the ice, and that got my attention. I realized that if I had jumped and survived the fall, the freezing water would have been an agonizing death.

There was something about him that intrigued me. Up to this point I had never met anyone quite like him. He told me that he was not looking forward to jumping in after me but now he had no choice. I told him he was crazy but then he pointed out to me that I was the one who was dangling off the back of the ship. He had me there and I sort of smiled at him. He started to coax me back over the rail and I realized how foolish and silly my actions had been. As he offered me his hand, he introduced himself as Jack. I told him my name and my eyes met his. There was such a soft and gentle look in his face.

Suddenly I lost my footing and slipped. I began screaming but I felt his hand tighten around my own as he held me dangling. I thought I was going to slip and fall to my death and began to scream some more. He looked into my eyes and calmly told me to pull myself up that he would not let go. All fear left me and I put my complete trust in him. I managed to get a grip again and I could feel his muscles tensing as he slowly pulled me back over the railing.

We fell crashing to the deck and my screams must have attracted the attention of some crewmen. They immediately assumed that Jack had been trying to take advantage of me because he was lying on top of me and my stocking was ripped. I must have tore it on the railing somehow.

Soon they had Jack in handcuffs and one of the men told another to go and get Cal. He must have known who I was although I did not recognize him. When Cal arrived he angrily began accusing Jack and I realized that Jack would be in serious trouble if I did not do something fast. I told Cal it was an accident and I made up a story about wanting to see the ships propellers and slipping and Jack saving me. The master at arms asked Jack if that was the way it happened and I gave Jack a look hoping he would play along. I was relieved when Jack understood and reaffirmed my story. They released him. Jack nearly wound up in the brig because of me.

Cal lead me back to my room but not until Col. Gracie asked Cal to give something to Jack. Cal offered Jack 20 dollars. This offended me because Cal did not even thank Jack for saving my life. He tried to repay his kindness and heroism with money of all things! I curtly asked Cal if that was the going rate for saving someone you loved? Cal could see I was upset with him, but what he did next surprised even me. He invited Jack to join us for dinner the next night. Little did Cal know that his invitation would be the thing that brought Jack into my life. Other wise we would have been like two ships that passed in the night.

As I was preparing for bed, Cal knocked on my door before letting himself in. He said he knew I had been feeling melancholy lately and he wanted to lift my spirits. He held a small velvet box in his hand, which he opened to reveal the most exquisite necklace I had ever seen. He told me this was my engagement present from him. He had wanted to give it to me at the engagement gala when we arrived home, but he decided that now would be a good time and hoped it would brighten my spirits. So this is what Cal had been looking for last week in Paris I thought. It was a very antique piece "Le Coeur de la Mer." Cal called it. It is French for "Heart of the Ocean"

That night I had a hard time falling asleep. I had been entertaining second thoughts about my upcoming marriage but now it was too late to back out. I could not get Jack out of my mind. He was so much different than Cal, and our two worlds were so far apart. Cal referred to his kind as gutter rats but I seemed to sense something special about him. Had Cal been able to love me more with tenderness and feelings and see me as a person instead of showering me with expensive gifts, perhaps Jack would have never come between us.