A Hope Springs Christmas

by Patricia Davids

  She quickly left the building. Outside, she leaned against the door and pressed a hand to her stinging eyes, surprised to find tears on her face.

  Sarah squeezed her eyes closed but she couldn’t shut out the sight of Leah in Levi’s arms. She couldn’t ignore the ache growing in her heart. He cared for someone else.

  Leah was a lovely woman and a good match for Levi. Perhaps she was a bit too conservative for him, but none of that mattered if Leah truly cared for him. Did she? Or was she a desperate old maid leading him on so she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of her life alone?

  Sarah shook her head to clear her thinking. Such unChristian thoughts didn’t become her. She’d started her matchmaking project to keep her depression at bay and to help Grace, but now she realized what she really wanted was for Levi to be happy.

  To love and be loved in return was one of the most beautiful gifts God could bestow on a man and a woman.

  Tears came to her eyes again. Grace and Henry would be happy. Levi and Leah would be happy. Everyone would be happy except her. Why had God chosen this life for her?

  No, that was wrong. She mustn’t question God’s plan for her. Her life was blessed with her remaining family and good friends. She had her health and a church community that would rally around when she needed it.

  She would grow old alone. So what? Many women did. If she wasn’t content, that was something she would pray to overcome. Pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes, she stemmed the flow of tears. It was better for her to live alone than to suffer the constant fear of losing someone dear.

  Wasn’t it?

  It was the belief she’s clung to for years, the reason she refused to consider remarrying. So why did she question that decision now? Because in one moment of weakness she thought she wanted to be kissed? Such foolishness would pass.

  She would do her best to be glad for Levi and Leah and pray that they would have many happy years together.

  Chapter Ten

  “Good morning, Levi. Isn’t it a lovely Monday morning?”

  Levi still didn’t know what he had done to upset Sarah last week, but it seemed that she had forgiven him. He looked out the window. “It is pouring rain.”

  “Rain is nice sometimes. I can’t believe Christmas will be here in two weeks. This year has flown by. Are you doing anything special for the holidays?”

  At least she wasn’t avoiding him anymore. He said, “The boys and I have been invited to Gideon and Rebecca’s place for dinner next Sunday. I plan to have a quiet Christmas at home. When will your brother and his family arrive?”

  “Next Monday evening. They intend to stay here for a few days and then go to visit Emma and her family.”

  “You should invite them to Leah’s winter picnic.”

  Sarah’s smile vanished for just an instant. When it reappeared, it was brighter than before. “That is a wonderful idea, but I’m not sure they will stay the whole week. Were you able to fix Leah’s axle?”

  “She has decided to buy a new buggy instead.”

  “Really, I had no idea you were such a good salesman.”

  Something in her tone made him look at her closely. “Sarah, are you okay?”

  “Of course. Why do you ask?”

  “No reason, I guess.”

  “You should get to work. I have plenty to do. I made chicken salad sandwiches for lunch and put them in your refrigerator. Where are the boys?”

  “Out looking for new jobs.”

  “What?” She stared at him in astonishment.

  “I had a talk with Bishop Zook. He made some suggestions and I took them. I fired Atlee and Moses. After their stunt with Daniel and Susan’s buggy, I can’t trust them to work here.”

  “Wow.”

  “I’m sorry if you disapprove.”

  “I’m not saying you’re wrong. I’m just surprised.”

  “Hundreds of people ride in the buggies we make and repair. Many more than that depend on the wheels I’ve sold them. I take the safety of our people seriously. A faulty wheel, a carelessly tightened bolt could kill or maim. I will hire someone new to help me. Ben Lapp is a good boy. I will see if his father can spare him from the farm this winter.”

  Her eyes filled with sympathy. “It must have been hard for you to tell the twins they couldn’t work with you. They’re your family.”

  “The boys were only two when our parents died. Grace was only six. She became the little mother, but I never became the father. I didn’t believe I had the right to take my father’s place. They lacked discipline because of that. I pray I have not learned my lesson too late for them to become good and wise men.”

  She stepped close and laid a hand on his arm. Gazing into his eyes, she said softly, “I am pleased with you, Levi Beachy. If they become good, wise men, it is because they have a good and wise brother.”

  He covered her hand with his. “Danki, Sarah. You have made me see the error of my ways with them. They will have you to thank, as well.”

  She snatched her hand away and stepped toward the counter, avoiding his gaze. “I can’t believe how quickly this place gets dirty. I must get to work and so must you. I have bread baking in my oven. I’ll be back in a little while if that’s okay with you.”

  “Of course.”

  She quickly went out the door.

  Did his touch repulse her? Her rejection stung, but he called himself a fool for expecting otherwise. At least she wasn’t laughing at him anymore. Her sympathy for his family dilemma was real.

  After replacing the axle on Leah’s old buggy, Levi worked at fixing up the inside, tightening the door hinges and adding a new shine to the old leather interior with saddle soap and elbow grease. When he finished, he surveyed his work. He now had a nice used buggy to resell. Maybe to a young couple just starting out who couldn’t afford a new one yet or as a runabout for a grandmother to use. He glanced outside. The rain had stopped.

  He went to the front of the shop and found Sarah cleaning. Didn’t she realize she was never going to get this old building spic-and-span? He didn’t like to see her working so hard at something impossible.

  He wanted what Jonas had wanted for her. He wanted to see her happy, with her children around her and a man who loved her at her side. Then and only then, Levi could follow his dream.

  His eyes were drawn to his calendar. Instead of the mountains he loved to look upon, a picture of a collie dog with puppies stared back at him.

  He rounded on Sarah. “Where’s my calendar?”

  She stopped cleaning. “I tossed it on the rubbish heap. It was years out of date. I got you a new one.”

  “If I wanted a new one, I would’ve gotten it myself.” He charged past her and out the back door and stopped in disbelief. Not only had she thrown it on the rubbish heap, but she had set the trash on fire. His calendar was charred beyond recognition.

  “I’m sorry,” she said from behind him. “I didn’t think it was important.”

  It was only a picture. It held no value to anyone except him. The anger drained out of his body. “I wish you had asked, that’s all.”

  It wasn’t his dream going up in smoke. It was only a photograph.

  “I’m sorry,” she said again. “Why was it so special to you?”

  “It was just a pretty place. I liked looking at it.”

  “That was where you hoped to live one day, wasn’t it? Oh, Levi, I am sorry.”

  “I don’t imagine I’ll ever leave here. It was a pipe dream, nothing more.”

  He turned away from the fire. His promise was keeping him here. She was keeping him here. How much longer could he stay? Perhaps it was true that he was never meant to leave. The rain began falling again.

  He said, “You should go inside before you catch your death.” Without looking back, he
crossed the lot to his house and went inside. The twins sat at the kitchen table with sandwiches piled on their plates.

  He opened the refrigerator. There wasn’t any left for him.

  He took out the milk carton and poured himself a glass. Moses said, “We haven’t had much luck today.”

  “Neither have I,” Levi mumbled and took a seat at the table with them. He downed the milk and wiped his lips. Atlee pushed half a sandwich toward him.

  He nodded his thanks and finished it in two bites.

  Moses pulled an envelope from his pocket. “The mail came. You have a letter from Grandmother.”

  Atlee said, “I hope she’s sending Grace home.”

  Levi did, too. He tore open the letter and began to read his grandmother’s spidery handwriting.

  “What does she say?” Atlee leaned closer.

  “She is thrilled to have Grace with her. Looks like Grace intends to stay until the week after Christmas.”

  “That’s not too long.” Atlee didn’t look thrilled with the news.

  Moses rolled his eyes. “I thought she’d hot-foot it back here to be with Henry.”

  Levi read the next sentence and stopped. “This can’t be right.”

  “What?” Moses and Atlee asked together.

  “I’m to be thankful Grace’s friend has agreed to be a matchmaker for me.” Levi couldn’t believe what he was reading. Grace’s friend? Was she referring to Sarah?

  Moses took a bite of his sandwich. “Grandmother must be getting senile.”

  “Reckon so,” Levi said, but he kept reading.

  Give somber consideration to each woman that is presented to you. A pretty face does not a good wife make. A woman who is devout, who loves God and keeps His commandments, that is a woman who has a beautiful soul. Love grows from respect and shared experiences. Be kind and receive kindness in return. Love and receive love in return.

  Suddenly, all that had been happening since Grace left began to make sense to Levi. Sarah inviting Sally to work with them. Sarah convincing him Leah wanted him to look over her buggy. Sarah inviting Joann to join their fishing trip.

  Sarah was matchmaking. Trotting him out like a prized horse for consideration.

  As if he couldn’t find a wife by himself if he wanted one! He hadn’t looked seriously because a wife might not want to move to Colorado if she had family in Ohio.

  It had been his father’s dream long before it became Levi’s. His mother had kept his father from going. She had refused to move one step farther west from her family in Pennsylvania. Levi remembered his father’s caution on the subject of choosing the right spouse all too well.

  Had Grace suggested this matchmaking scheme? Why? Oh, how Sarah must have laughed. The wretched woman, how could she? Were all her friends in on the joke?

  He had waited patiently for Sarah to marry for five long years, and now she was wife-shopping for him?

  Well, two could play at matchmaking. If he was fair game, so was she. There were any number of men who would be happy to hear that the pretty widow Sarah Wyse was finally on the lookout for a husband.

  She hadn’t asked him if he wanted to meet potential wives. He saw no reason to ask her if she wanted to meet potential husbands. When the shoe was on the other foot, she wouldn’t be laughing then.

  What he needed was a strategy. He couldn’t think with his brothers staring at him. “I’m going out.”

  “But it’s raining,” Atlee pointed out.

  “I’ve got a hat. A little water won’t hurt me.”

  * * *

  Sarah couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but when Levi came back from lunch, something was different about him. He had a hard look in his eyes when he stared at her. His coat was soaked and his hat was dripping all over her freshly cleaned floor.

  He said, “I’m going over to the café. The boys didn’t leave me but two bites of a sandwich.”

  “I can make you some scrambled eggs or a grilled cheese sandwich if you don’t want to go that far.”

  “No, I like the food at the Shoofly Pie Café. I won’t be long.”

  “All right. Have a nice lunch.”

  He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s going to be a fine one. I can feel it in my bones.”

  She puzzled over his comment, but didn’t know what to make of it. He was back a little over an hour later. When he took his coat off, she saw his shirt was damp and he had a smear of what looked like blueberries across the front of it. She said, “It looks like the pie was good, how was the rest of your meal?”

  He patted his stomach. “The meal and the company were fine. You have no idea how many men eat lunch at the café.”

  “Mostly the single ones, I reckon. Those who don’t have a wife to cook for them at home.”

  He grinned and pointed a finger at her. “You are correct.”

  “You’re soaking wet. You should go change.”

  “I’m a grown man. I’ll change my clothes when I’m ready and not before. I’ll change my life when I’m ready and not before.”

  “Levi, you’re acting very strange.”

  “Am I? What could have brought that on?”

  “Are you feeling well?”

  His grin faded. “Nee, I’m not.”

  “Is there anything I can do?”

  “You’ve done enough, Sarah Wyse. You’ve done more than enough.” He left her and went into the office, closing the door behind him. She was left to puzzle over his behavior for the rest of the afternoon.

  The sun came out shortly after one o’clock. When the twins came in, Sarah left them in charge at the counter and took the opportunity to go home and get her wash done. If the rain held off, her clothes would be dry by the time she left work.

  She was back at the shop an hour later. The twins were where she had left them. They hadn’t done much work at all. When four o’clock rolled around, she tapped on the office door.

  “What is it?” Levi asked from inside.

  “I’m going home now.”

  “Fine.” He sneezed loudly.

  Sarah frowned at the door. Was he upset with her? She hadn’t done anything to anger him. Perhaps he and Leah had a quarrel after...after she saw them in each other’s arms.

  Whatever was wrong, it wouldn’t be solved by lurking outside Levi’s office. She had plenty of work waiting at home. She had oodles of baking to get done before her family arrived.

  As she crossed the street, she noticed rain clouds rolling in again from the north. She rushed inside the house and grabbed a laundry basket, intent on getting her clothes in before the rain undid all the sun’s work. She had just started taking down her sheets when the first sprinkles splattered against her kapp and face.

  From behind her, she heard a man’s voice. “Let me give you a hand with these, Sarah.”

  Startled, she turned to see Jacob Gingerich pulling clothespins from her pillowcases. “Danki, Jacob. What are you doing here?”

  “I was passing by and decided to stop in for a visit. How are you?”

  She bundled the last of her clothing into a basket and lifted it. “I’m fine. Won’t you come inside for some kaffi?”

  His grin widened. He took the basket from her. “I was hoping you would say that.”

  His joy seemed out of proportion to her simple offer of coffee. Sarah led the way inside the house.

  Jacob Gingerich worked in Daniel Hershberger’s lumber mill. He was fairly new to the Hope Springs area, having come from Indiana to find work. He wasn’t married, and she knew him only from having seen him at the church services. She could think of no reason for him to be passing by her house because Daniel’s mill and the farm where Jacob lived were on the other side of town.

  She said, “Just set the basket on the fl
oor and have a seat at the table. It will only take me a few minutes to get some coffee going.”

  He set the basket down, then hung his coat and his hat on one of the pegs by her front door.

  She moved to the sink to fill the coffee pot with fresh water. Looking out, she noticed Andy Bowman getting out of his buggy at her front gate. He had a large paper sack in his hand with the Shoofly Pie Café logo on the front. She looked at Jacob. “Are you expecting Andy Bowman?”

  He frowned. “Nee, I’m not. Why do you ask?”

  “Because he’s coming up my front walk.” She moved to open the door for him.

  “Good afternoon, Sarah Wyse,” Andy said in a booming voice.

  “Hello, Andy. What brings you here?”

  He thrust the paper bag toward her. “I thought you might enjoy a supper that you didn’t have to cook. I had Naomi Wadler pack up some of her fried chicken, potato salad and shoofly pie.”

  One male visitor was unusual. Two single men showing up at her door unannounced smacked of her aunt Emma’s matchmaking meddling.

  Sarah opened the door wide. “Come in, Andy. Jacob Gingerich and I were about to have some coffee.”

  She stepped aside. Andy hung up his coat and hat beside Jacob’s. The men scowled at each other briefly, but were cordial to one another.

  As it turned out, it was a good thing that Andy had brought food. By suppertime, there were four sets of coats and hats lined up beside her front door. Sarah had no idea what her aunt could have said to bring so many bachelors and widowers to her door, but she planned to give her aunt a stern talking to the next time they met.

  Once the sparse meal was done and the second pot of coffee had been finished, her guests still made no move to leave. It seemed that none of them wanted to be the first man out the door. They stayed until Sarah finally had to ask them to leave.

  As he left, each man promised to return at a more opportune time when they could be alone. When the last one was out the door, Sarah stood on the porch and watch them disperse. She glanced toward the carriage shop and saw Levi leaning against the open door jamb. He gave her a jaunty wave.