Tracie Peterson - [Land of Shining Water 02]

by The Quarryman's Bride

  “The bern is nearly finished,” Mr. Knox began. “I’m most pleased. Ye must thank yer faither for the lumber. I can pay—”

  “He was glad to help,” Tavin said quickly. “It seems like most in this community are. The problems with the union were . . . well, unfortunate to say the least. However, after Father talked with the union leader yesterday, it was implied that they would be replacing Father’s lumber. I believe it’s their way of making up for the loss of your barn.”

  “There’s no need. I can do for ma family.”

  “It’s a good thing no one was injured or killed,” Emmalyne interjected, probably to distract her father from pressing his point. “There would be no making up for that loss.”

  “Aye,” Tavin said, remembering Fenella and her deceased husband.

  Emmalyne seemed to follow his train of thought. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that . . . well . . . I know what your father believes about Fenella’s husband.”

  “Aye. But as the authorities have said, there is no way to prove the truth. It could have been an accident. Sten might have been careless in his calculations. It happens when a man becomes overconfident.”

  “Has Dr. Williams informed you of when Fenella might move to the home in St. Paul?” Mrs. Knox wondered.

  Tavin nodded. “He was at the house yesterday, Mother said. He plans to take my sister there next Tuesday. He will give her medicine that will keep her sedated for the trip. I thought I might go along with him to help.”

  “That’s good of you, Tavin. I’m sure it will comfort your sister, as well as the rest of your family,” Mrs. Knox said. She offered him a bowl of green beans. “These are from your mother’s garden. She canned them in the summer. I believe they’re some of the best I’ve ever tasted.”

  Tavin helped himself to the beans and passed the bowl to Emmalyne. “I have to thank you for allowing Em—your daughter—to help out at the house. Mother is already looking better. She’s not been nearly as weary, and I believe she’s finally eating better.”

  “’Tis glad I am to hear it,” Mr. Knox declared. “Yer guid mother has endured much.”

  “Aye,” Tavin said, knowing he’d been the cause of some of her pain. “She has at that, but I intend to see it goes easier with her from now on.”

  They chatted on through the meal, sharing news of happenings in town and around the state. Mr. Knox commented on some new building projects that were going on in the capital, possible projects the quarry could bid on. Angus brought up a team of horses he was considering buying. The one who said very little was Emmalyne. Tavin wondered at her silence. She seemed well enough and ate her fill with the rest of them, but there was a reserve that he wasn’t entirely sure he understood. Perhaps she was reflecting on their declaration of love. He certainly had done so. With a small grin he stuffed a forkful of the meat pie into his mouth lest he say something inappropriate. He wanted nothing more than to declare his love for her to the world.

  Just when Tavin didn’t think he could hold another bite, Mrs. Knox went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of something steaming. Next she retrieved whipped cream and a stack of small bowls. She ladled dessert into each and topped them with cream. “This is a recipe my mother taught me,” she declared. “It’s rhubarb sponge, a sort of pudding cake. I’ve not made it in years.”

  “It smells wonderful, Mrs. Knox,” Tavin said, eager to give it a try in spite of the large meal he had eaten.

  Mrs. Knox beamed a smile and handed him the first bowlful. “I hope you like it.”

  “I’m sure he will. It’s a right guid treat,” Mr. Knox declared, taking the bowl his wife offered.

  Tavin sampled the dessert as the rest of the bowls were passed around. The flavor was sweet and tart at the same time. “This is wonderful.”

  “And it goes even better with coffee,” Mrs. Knox said, retrieving the pot. She refilled the men’s cups and asked Emmalyne if she wanted more tea.

  “No, Mother. I’m just fine. If I need more I can see to it. You should sit and enjoy the fruit of your labors.”

  They all ate the treat in relative silence. Comments about the flavor and other favorite desserts were passed back and forth, but little else. When the meal was complete, Mr. Knox got to his feet and asked for everyone’s attention.

  “I have somethin’ to discuss,” he announced, looking around the table.

  All gazes turned toward the older man. He gave Tavin a rather serious look. “First I have a question for ye, Tavin MacLachlan.”

  Tavin nodded, but wondered uneasily if he’d somehow once more offended the man.

  “I asked ye the other day whether or nae ye still loved ma daughter.”

  Tavin straightened and glanced at Emmalyne, who was staring wide-eyed at her father. “And I told you . . .” He paused, realizing some things he’d spoken then were best left unsaid. He smiled. “I do.”

  Mr. Knox nodded and looked to Emmalyne. “And, daughter, do ye still love this man?”

  She licked her lips. “As I said that night in the barn, Father, I do love him.”

  “’Tis as I always believed,” her father continued. “And because of that, I want to beg yer forgiveness.”

  “Forgiveness, Father?” Emmalyne asked.

  Tavin could hear the surprise in her voice. He reached over and squeezed her hand. She looked at him, clearly puzzled by her father’s declaration.

  “Aye, forgiveness,” Mr. Knox continued. “I’ve been a strounge of a man.”

  Tavin knew that it had taken great humility for Knox to admit his bitterness to his family. He could see tears in Mrs. Knox’s eyes as her husband continued. “I’ve let anger and hate guide me instead of the guid Lord, and for that I’m heartily sorry.” He looked from Tavin to Emmalyne. “I’ve wronged ye two more than a man has right. Ye were destined to marry, and even I knew that. But I took ye away from each other. . . .” He paused and swallowed. “And for that . . . I beg yer forgiveness.”

  Emmalyne began to cry softly, and Tavin tightened his hold on her hand. She entwined her fingers with his.

  “It’s a fearful man I’ve been. I’ve been a poor father and have wronged me guid wife.” His voice cracked, and he drew a deep breath and fell silent once more. No one around the table said a word.

  “Tavin, are ye still of a mind to marry ma guid lass?”

  Tavin looked to Emmalyne and then back to Knox. “I am.”

  “And if ye were to do so, would ye take her away from her family?”

  He met the older man’s blue eyes and shook his head. “Never. You would become my family, as well.”

  Emmalyne’s father nodded. “And would ye allow her to see to us in our auld age?”

  “I would,” he promised. “And I, too, would care for you . . . as if you were my own father and mother. I pledge to you now that you would never be alone or left to make your own way.”

  Knox again nodded, this time more slowly, as if each movement were an understanding between them. “Then I give ye leave to marry.”

  Emmalyne let go of Tavin’s hand and drew the napkin to her face. Her shoulders trembled as she cried. Mrs. Knox, too, was weeping softly while Angus couldn’t keep the grin from his face.

  Tavin looked first at weeping Emmalyne, then back to her father. There didn’t seem to be anything more to be said, at least in front of an audience. He wanted to thank Emmalyne’s father for his blessing on their marriage, but he felt like he needed first to speak to Emmy and see if she was still of a mind to wed him.

  Standing, Tavin said, “If you would allow us, Mr. Knox, I’d like to take Emmalyne for a little walk. If she’s willing.”

  He agreed and Tavin reached down to take hold of Emmalyne’s hand. “Come,” he whispered.

  She got to her feet, her tears still falling down her cheeks. He led her to the front door and out onto the porch. The chilled night air felt damp, but he doubted either of them would be cold. Pulling her along, Tavin led her in the darkness to a grove of
trees that could offer them some seclusion from the rest of the world.

  He drew her into his arms and held her tight. For a long while he said nothing. It was enough to hold her—to breathe the scent of her hair and to feel her soft skin against his neck. He could hardly believe what had just occurred. He had given up hope for a future with Emmalyne long ago, certain that even God could not change the heart of Luthias Knox.

  Tavin felt her begin to relax in his hold. The sobbing had passed. “Em,” he whispered.

  She lifted her head. Tavin couldn’t see the details of her face, but he reached out to trace the line of her jaw. “I love you, Emmy. Will you marry me?”

  “I will,” she said without hesitation.

  He lifted her chin just a bit and pressed his lips against hers. Tavin kept a tight rein on the passion that stirred within him. He wanted so very much to spend his life with this woman, and waiting even one more day to make her his wife seemed an eternity.

  He pulled away just enough to ask, “When?”

  “The sooner the better, lest Father change his mind again,” she said, and they both chuckled.

  “If that should happen . . . we’ll elope,” Tavin told her with another kiss.

  “Aye,” she promised. “We will do exactly that,” she said when she next was able.

  It felt wonderful to once more be in church without having to sneak away. Emmalyne looked at her family sitting beside her in the pew and wanted to weep all over again. She had always known that God was able to do anything, but her faith had been small and weak. To see her mother and father together in God’s house was something Emmalyne wasn’t sure she would ever see.

  After a message that seemed to sparkle with insight and application for the Knox family—for the entire congregation, actually, Emmalyne thought—Reverend Campbell stepped to the pulpit for the benediction. Emmalyne bowed her head. Peace washed over her as the pastor prayed.

  “And, Father, we pray also for the upcoming marriage of Emmalyne Knox and Tavin MacLachlan. May your hand be upon them and your blessings pour forth on both their families.”

  Emmalyne heard little else. She found herself silently adding to the pastor’s prayer, God, make me a good wife to Tavin. Let me be the godly woman you’ve called me to be. Let me care for my parents with a tender and loving heart. And, God, thank you for what you’ve done for my father. I ask that you would continue to help him and draw him closer to Mother. Her joy has been lovely to see, her strength and energy so much improved. I want them to be even happier than they were when they first decided to marry.

  Angus nudged her with his elbow. “The service is over, Emmy.”

  She looked up, feeling a bit embarrassed. People all around them were departing. “I was caught up in my prayers,” she whispered.

  Angus grinned. “Praying about your wedding?”

  She shook her head. “Oh, I did at first,” she said, reconsidering. “But mostly I was praying for Mother and Father. Oh, Angus, they seem so happy now. Father isn’t nearly so gruff and impatient. Mother is very nearly a new woman. I’ve never known her to be so content.”

  “I see it, too. God’s blessing is finally upon our family.”

  “I don’t think it really ever left us, Angus. I think we might have shunned it, might not have noticed the ways He was at work, but God never removed His blessing from us.”

  Angus escorted her from the church, where she was immediately joined by Tavin. “Sorry I was late. Fenella has been in quite a state. Mother needed my help, and Father also decided to remain at home with her and see to the boys.”

  Emmalyne shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Tavin. I know it cannot be easy to watch your sister suffer as she does. It grieves me deeply, knowing her to be only a shadow of her former self.”

  Dr. Williams joined them and extended his hand to Tavin. “Congratulations are in order.” He looked at Emmalyne and offered his hand to her, also. “Although I cannot deny they are rather bittersweet in their delivery.” He cocked his head to one side and looked back and forth between them.

  Emmalyne shook her head. “Do not feel so, Dr. Williams. I have waited over eleven years for the world to be set right again.” She smiled up at Tavin for a moment, and he squeezed her arm he was holding.

  The man nodded and sobered. “I know you have. I am happy for you, Miss Knox. And for you, Mr. MacLachlan.” Looking at Tavin, he continued. “I have the final papers prepared for your sister. Are you still of a mind to travel with us to St. Paul?” he asked Tavin.

  “I am. I think it would give my mother comfort to know Fenella had a family member with her. It will be hard enough for Fenella to understand what is happening.”

  “That’s true.” The doctor’s expression turned even more serious. “You know, it will probably be a difficult experience for you, as well.”

  “I have considered that,” Tavin said with a nod. “Em and I have talked about it at length. I originally was against sending Fenella anywhere, but knowing there’s a possibility she can be helped and understanding the impossible situation my mother has been facing . . . well, I’ve changed my mind on it. It will be difficult to see her leave us, but my prayers and hopes are that she might one day regain her sanity.”

  “There’s only a slim chance, you realize,” Dr. Williams cautioned. “I wouldn’t want you to be unfairly hopeful. These doctors are doing good work with their patients. However, your sister has been in this state for a considerable length of time. She’s grown progressively more violent, and in speaking with the doctors in St. Paul, I can’t pretend that her condition will be easily resolved.”

  “But, Doctor, you sounded rather promising not so long ago,” Emmalyne interjected.

  “I know I did,” he agreed, “perhaps too promising. And yet, I want to believe there is a possibility for healing.” He shook his head. “The mind is such an unknown territory for science. We are learning more all the time, but it remains a mystery. As I told Mrs. MacLachlan, there is simply no possible way to know what the outcome will be for Fenella. But we will continue to have hope.”

  “She was quite a handful this morning,” Tavin said. “I hope you have something stronger for the trip than the medicine you’ve been using. If we’re going to put her on a train with civilized folks and not raise a terrible ruckus, it will need to be more powerful than what she has right now.”

  “I know. The doctor at the home sent a mixture of medicine for me to inject. It should cause her to sleep for the most part. I’ve spoken to the depot master about putting us in a car with few, if any, others. He has suggested maybe something in one of the baggage cars. Perhaps even set up a cot for your sister.”

  “That was smart thinking, Doc,” Tavin said, nodding his approval. “That would definitely suit us better than having folks staring and asking questions.”

  “I agree.” He looked again to Emmalyne. “And how has the horse worked out?”

  “Quite well, although of course we will return him once we wed.”

  “No,” he said with a nod, “I think I’ll make it a wedding present.” He turned to Tavin. “So long as your betrothed doesn’t disagree.”

  Tavin smiled and put his arm around Emmalyne. “It suits me just fine, so long as Emmy is happy . . . and doesn’t ride off too far away from me.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. For so long joy had been absent from her life, and now it seemed to overflow. “I am happy,” she told the two men. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

  The sound of a fast-approaching rider drew the attention of all the congregants still visiting after the service. Robert MacLachlan galloped onto the church grounds, reining the horse to an abrupt stop near Emmalyne and Tavin.

  “Tavin, you must come home,” his father called out. “Fenella is missing!”

  Chapter 27

  Emmalyne frantically looked between Tavin and Dr. Williams. “How did she get away? Where could she have gone?”

  “We’d better go there immediately,” the doctor said.
“I’ll get my bag and ride out.”

  Tavin nodded and touched Emmalyne’s arm. “Come to the house and sit with Mother. She’ll be beside herself, and the boys could use your attention.”

  “Yes, I’ll do what I can to help. Father and Angus will also help look for Fenella, I’m sure.” She gave Tavin’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

  Emmalyne could already see her parents hurrying toward them, no doubt wondering what was happening.

  “Fenella has gone missing, Father,” she called to them. “The MacLachlans are frantic with worry.”

  “It wiltnae bode well for the lass out there alone,” her father said. “Yer brother and I will help search. Let’s leave quickly.”

  “I told Tavin I would go and help with the children.”

  Mother said, “And I’ll sit with Morna, maybe offer some comfort. Let’s just head right over there now.”

  Father didn’t spare the horses, urging them onward at such a rapid pace that Emmalyne had to hold tightly to the side of the wagon to steady herself. She prayed fervently over the miles.

  Lord, please keep Fenella in your care. Let the men find her, she pleaded over and over.

  Angus’s expression was grave, and Emmalyne was certain it reflected his concerns about the dangers around a quarry. Emmalyne had heard accounts of loose, unstable ground, deep waters, and snakes the length of a man—only a few of the things that might cause problems for Fenella. Or she might have headed away from the quarry toward the river.

  As they passed the Knox property, Emmalyne realized the thick forest of trees could easily hide someone as small as Fenella. “She might be out here somewhere,” she told her brother. “We’d do well to keep our eyes open.”

  He nodded. “I’ll keep watch in this direction. You look that way.” But they saw nothing of the young woman.

  After what seemed an eternity, they finally pulled up to the MacLachlan house. “Has she been found yet?” Emmalyne called to Tavin as he ran up to the wagon.