Love's Story

by Christner, Dianne; Billerbeck, Kristin;

  “By all means, Rachel. Use our room; there’s clean water and a towel on the dresser.”

  With Rachel out of the room, Robert addressed Chase angrily. “What have you done now?”

  Chase lifted his hands. “I assure you, Robert, this time I’m innocent. Mrs. Steele is behind this.” As soon as he said the words, he knew they were not entirely true. He’d had no right to embrace Rachel. He had made no profession of his feelings, no suggestion of commitment toward her.

  Rachel would be the talk of the town again, and this time it would be his fault. “I really must be going. Please tell Rachel I said good-bye.” Chase decided it best to plead Rachel’s case to Mrs. Steele.

  Rachel sat on the Lathrop’s bed and wept, using the towel to drown her sobs. She felt an arm around her, and Maria’s head came to rest upon her shoulder. “It’s all right; let it out.”

  “Maria, why? Why would God let this happen?”

  “I don’t know, Rachel. That’s not really for us to question. God always knows what’s best for His children. We must remember that evil is at work in Searsville right now. We must pray, pray for the women who torment us.”

  “Why would I want to pray for them, Maria? I don’t care if they—”

  “Rachel, don’t say such things! It is precisely because you don’t want to pray for these women that we must.”

  Rachel knew Maria’s words were true. She had heard her mother telling her to pray for those who persecute since before she knew what the word meant. But now, as the enemy became so real, it was a much more difficult task.

  “Maria, you wouldn’t pray for them if you knew what they said about you.” Rachel spat out the words like a child.

  “You mean, that I’m always barefoot and pregnant or that I smell like Mexican spice?” Maria laughed while Rachel’s mouth gaped.

  “You know what they say?”

  “You know, the funny thing is, most of them have more children than I do. That’s why I can’t let it bother me, Rachel. God’s truth is eternal. Theirs lasts until the next rumor proves otherwise.”

  “Maria, I’m afraid it isn’t all lies.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “During our walk, I allowed Chase to embrace me.”

  “Has he declared his feelings toward you?”

  “No.”

  “I see.” Maria paused to word her next question carefully. “And do you think you were seen together?”

  “Yes, I know we were. By Mrs. Steele and Henry.” Maria closed her eyes and Rachel understood her frustration.

  “Let’s not worry about it now. I’ve got dinner on the table. We’ll pray about it and decide what to do after dinner. By the way, Robert and I think it best if you stay here for a while.” The words brought instant comfort, and Rachel relaxed about finding a new home.

  Chase knocked briskly three times. He would have to contain his anger if he was to speak rationally to Gretchen about the events of this evening.

  “Chase. What a delight to see you. I want to make it clear, I’m not upset with you. But certainly you must take my advice on how it looks for you to be seen with the likes of that schoolteacher.”

  “Gretchen, I think we need to talk.” His tone was firm.

  “Of course, Chase. Please come in and make yourself at home. I’ve got coffee brewing; I was expecting you.”

  Chase took a seat in the parlor on the burgundy chair near the window. Gretchen followed him closely and sat upon the footrest adjacent to the chair, rather than the sofa across the room. Uncomfortable with her proximity, Chase slid back in his seat, arranging his long legs so that his right ankle rested on his left knee.

  “Gretchen, I need to speak with you about Miss Phillips… Where is Henry, by the way?”

  “Don’t worry, Henry’s in bed. Chase, what more can I tell you? If you want to salvage your reputation, you need to forget about her.” She continued without giving him a chance to answer. “It’s obvious you’ve let yourself be blinded by her beauty. You must know what kind of woman they say she is.”

  “She is a very sweet and naive young woman who has been sorely misjudged by this town.”

  “Not according to what I just witnessed by the lake,” she sniffed.

  “I allowed myself to comfort Rachel in an inappropriate fashion, and I will apologize to her for that, but I would appreciate it if word of this did not spread.”

  “Chase, you know I would never say anything, but this did happen at the lake. Who knows who might have been peering out their window as you touched her? You know, Chase, I have to think about my son. It’s bad enough that he must be taught by her, but if you’re going to continue embracing the young women in town, perhaps Henry shouldn’t spend any more time with you either.”

  “Gretchen, you’re making more of this than is necessary. I will explain everything to Henry.”

  “I don’t want you explaining your immoral behavior to my son.”

  “Gretchen, you’re being unreasonable.”

  “Why, because I don’t want my son learning scandalous conduct?” They sat eye to eye, locked in battle, Chase witnessing her true character for the first time. He would have to relent; he must think of Henry.

  “Very well, Gretchen. I can see we’re not getting anywhere. I hope we’ll be able to discuss this later. Good night.” Chase rose to leave, and Gretchen was visibly upset.

  “Chase, please don’t go. I’m sorry,” Gretchen said, tugging on his plaid shirt. His demeanor softened.

  “Gretchen, what I did was not right. I have admitted that and now I think a little forgiveness is in order. You know perfectly well that I would never do anything to harm my relationship with Henry.”

  “Yes, I know, Chase.” Gretchen reached for Chase’s hands and held them firmly.

  “Now, I’m asking you as longtime friends…” Chase’s blue eyes pierced her own. “Will you please let this go?”

  “Yes, Chase. Consider it forgotten.” And for the moment, it was.

  “Thank you, Gretchen.” Chase gripped the widow’s hands briefly and turned to exit.

  “Chase, the coffee should be ready,” she mentioned quickly.

  “I can’t stay, but thank you.”

  “Will we see you Tuesday? For Henry?”

  “Of course,” Chase answered kindly.

  “Rachel, where have you been? I was beginning to worry; it’s well past dark.” Mrs. Hopper was waiting in her sitting parlor, staring out the large window.

  “I’ve been looking for a room, Mrs. Hopper,” Rachel responded without emotion.

  “Did you find one, honey? I’m sorry I didn’t provide more notice, but you do understand, dear,” Thelma replied guiltily.

  “Yes, thank you. I will be living at the Lathrops, starting tomorrow.”

  “The Lathrops? But, my dear, they have a child, with another on the way. And she’s a Calif—”

  “Yes, I know. I’m afraid I have very little choice in the matter, but to impose upon them. I’ll be helping with some of the household responsibilities.” As she said the words, she was reminded of her stepfather’s words, “Of course, we’ll need help with the baby for the first year, but then you’ll be free to pursue your teaching career.” Would the Lathrops feel the same way? Would she be in the way there, too?

  “Miss Phillips, are you all right?” Rachel found it interesting that Thelma was now addressing her formally, just as her stepfather had always done. Rachel felt as though she’d come full circle.

  “I’m fine. I’ll be turning in now.”

  “Good night, Miss Phillips,” Thelma called after her.

  Rachel walked upstairs and sat on her bed. She would miss the fine furniture and surroundings at Mrs. Hopper’s. She had never even met Mr. Hopper, and yet she had lived in his home for nearly a month. If only Thelma had given Rachel the benefit of the doubt. She rested her head on her pillow and thought warmly of Chase Dylan and his handsome face; it was a pleasant diversion that sent her dreamily to sleep.

/>   The next morning Rachel awoke for the last time in her cheery, sunlit room. She began the morning by packing her dresses and few personal items in her trunk. She placed her leather Bible on top and closed the heavy lid. She sat on the trunk and gazed one last time at the lovely view. A mallard duck and his mate floated lazily across the tranquil waters, enjoying the bright morning sunshine and its blinding reflection.

  “Miss Phillips!” Mrs. Hopper shouted from downstairs, causing Rachel to start from her peaceful reverie.

  Wearing only a thin cotton nightgown, Rachel cracked the door. Peering out, she answered, “Yes, Mrs. Hopper.”

  “Chase Dylan is here for your things.”

  “Thank you.” Rachel tried to sound calm. “If you’ll give him a cup of coffee, I’ll be right down.” Rachel hurried to wash her face and dress. She brushed her hair, quickly pinning it rather sloppily, and ran down the stairs.

  “I’m sorry, Rachel. I should have let you know I was coming. I saw Robert in town this morning, he was on his way to get your things, and I took his place.” Rachel breathed quickly with excitement.

  “Wonderful. I should have packed last night, but I was overly tired.” They exchanged a harrowed look. “My trunk is upstairs. I’ll help you bring it down.”

  “That’s okay, I’m sure I can handle it.” Rachel felt her unkempt hair and was suddenly self-conscious. She excused herself and ran upstairs to fix her hair. When she returned, she was rewarded by the most sincere smile she had seen on a man since her father died two years earlier.

  “Rachel, would you mind if I had a word with you outside before you leave for the schoolhouse?” Chase opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and looked to Rachel expectantly. Mrs. Hopper watched with meddlesome interest.

  “Certainly, Chase.” He extended his arm for her to pass.

  Rachel walked down the steps and behind the house so that she could see the lake.

  “What is it?” Rachel didn’t care what his words were. This morning she was happy just seeing his bluish-green eyes and his freshly shaven jaw line. His clean scent floated near her, and she instantly remembered the warm embrace they had shared.

  “Rachel, I’ve had a very long night. I’ve been praying for most of it and I’ve come to a conclusion.”

  His words caused her stomach to churn. Is he going to declare himself? she found herself thinking, her heart racing in anticipation.

  “Rachel…” he looked into her eyes solemnly, “first, let me apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t have held you, in a public place or otherwise. Secondly, I think it’s best if we’re not seen together for awhile.” The words were a stunning blow, and Rachel stiffened with coldness.

  She looked at the dusty path, blinking quickly to keep the tears from falling. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt her. If he wanted to abandon her, just as much of the Searsville population did, that was fine, but she would never let him know she cared.

  “Of course. I think that’s best.” Rachel said the words in strict business fashion, the way she’d heard Marshall say them a dozen times. “I must go; I’ll be late for school.” Lifting her skirt, she dashed toward the schoolhouse without so much as a cup of tea for breakfast.

  Chase remained in place, a look of confusion coming over his face. He had thought they had reached an understanding the previous night. Perhaps he had only caught her during a moment of weakness and had taken advantage of her situation. Still, she must agree this is best for now. The whole town is talking. We’ll be able to see each other as soon as the gossip dies down.

  Chapter 10

  I tell you I saw them by the lake, in each other’s arms.” Gretchen Steele was telling the story with relish, her inflection greatly exaggerated. “No!” Mrs. Davenport gasped. Just then Mrs. Irving and Mrs. Thorne entered the general store and the story was repeated again with evil delight.

  “I knew I was right about her from the very beginning. I’m so glad my daughter will not be attending school any longer,” Mrs. Thorne bragged.

  “You’re so lucky your son’s too young to understand any of this, Gretchen,” Mrs. Irving said.

  “Well, my son was witness to it though. His poor innocent eyes. Afterwards, Henry asked me if they were to be married. Ha! I told him directly that men like Chase do not marry women like her.”

  “Good for you, Gretchen,” Mrs. Davenport affirmed, her head nodding.

  “I plan to talk to Mr. Lathrop today about finding a new schoolteacher. We may live in the woods, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have common decency,” Mrs. Irving clucked.

  “Amen!” Mrs. Davenport agreed.

  The women had banded together in a tight circle near the large wooden barrels. Their tones, which started out hushed, became louder until Mr. Davenport entered from the back room. The conversation was redirected immediately.

  “Veronica’s wedding is four weeks from Saturday. She’s so excited, she’s simply impossible to have around,” Mrs. Thorne said. The women parted and began milling around the emporium, fingering the latest goods. Mr. Davenport eyed them all suspiciously, but went about his work pricing the latest inventory.

  “You’re so lucky to have her married off to a fine gentleman like Jeremiah. I hope there’s such a man when my April is old enough to wed,” Mrs. Davenport commented. Mr. Davenport shook his head at his wife and reentered the back room.

  Mrs. Davenport dashed to the back doorway to ensure her husband was safely out of earshot and the circle resumed until Chase Dylan arrived.

  Chase was extremely wary, his eyes narrowing in suspicion when he saw the gathering of familiar women in the shop. He looked directly at Gretchen Steele, whose guilt forced her to avert her eyes. Once again, the women separated.

  “Mighty popular place you’ve got today, Mrs. Davenport.”

  “Yes, Chase. Thursday, you know. Quite a big day for supplies. Speaking of which, I’ve got yours right here.” She lifted a paper-wrapped bundle onto the counter. “That will be $4.10.”

  Chase paid his bill and collected his goods. As he strolled out the door, he looked back knowingly; he had been deceived by Gretchen Steele. Gretchen’s knowing expression and fierce hand-wringing had given her away.

  Rachel began to wish she had never gotten out of bed that morning. She was having a difficult time maintaining order at school following her talk with Chase. The children were especially wild this day and seemed to question the schoolteacher’s authority continuously. When she had finally had enough, she decided to make an example of the rebellious leader. “Michael Hansen,” she said sternly.

  “Yes, Miss Phillips,” a boy of twelve answered sarcastically, rising from his seat; he stood a full head taller than his teacher.

  “Michael, do you see the chalk line I’ve drawn in the rear corner?” Rachel pointed and Michael turned to look to the back of the classroom.

  “Yes, Miss Phillips.” His crooked smile remained.

  “I’d like you to stand there, facing the corner, for exactly half an hour. I will tell you when your time is up. The rest of you may go outside for recess.” The boy stared in defiance and Rachel’s eyes met his own in challenge. Sauntering slowly, the boy walked to the rear of the classroom and Rachel exhaled deeply with relief. She had won, this battle, anyway.

  The children walked out one by one, each snickering as he or she passed the disconcerted Michael. Rachel hated to make the boy a laughingstock, but it was important she not lose her control in the classroom, especially now. The students’ parents might openly discuss her personal life, but she would give them no reason to question her professional capabilities.

  “Miss Phillips?” Veronica Thorne had entered the schoolroom and now leaned over the young teacher’s desk.

  “Veronica, how are you?” Rachel was deeply concerned for the young woman and the seriousness of her tone told the girl so. “Your mother told me you wouldn’t be attending class any longer. I must say, I am disappointed. You were one of my most promising s
tudents.”

  Veronica brightened at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you, Miss Phillips. I’m busy planning my weddin’, so I don’t miss it too much. The weddin’s gonna be a potluck at the church, four weeks from Saturday. You will come, won’t you?”

  Rachel knew Mrs. Thorne would be livid if she knew that her daughter had extended the invitation, but she had every intention of attending Veronica’s wedding. Feeling somewhat responsible for the match, she would certainly be there to celebrate the bond.

  “I wouldn’t miss it, Veronica.” Rachel looked at the young woman standing before her; she was beaming with happiness. True, she had gotten her way, but for the first time Rachel felt comfortable with Veronica’s decision.

  Women were married at sixteen every day, and Veronica’s mother had probably been preparing her for marriage from the day Veronica was born. Rachel’s own mother had been married at sixteen and bore Rachel at the still-tender age of seventeen.

  Veronica broke into Rachel’s thoughts. “Well, the reason I came by was to give you my slate. I figure if I’m not gonna use it, you’d be able to give it to one of the older boys when they come back.”

  “Veronica, that’s very generous of you.” Rachel took the slate with misgivings. They smiled warmly at one another. No longer were they teacher and student, but friends.

  “I better go.” Veronica walked toward the door and stopped when she approached the silent figure of Michael Hansen. Veronica lapsed into girlhood: “What ya do, pull somebody’s hair? I guess it don’t matter, you probably won’t do it again.” Veronica winked at Rachel and laughed as she exited.

  Chase entered Robert’s blacksmith workshop and found his friend bent over a huge black pot, mending a large hole in its base. “Robert?”

  Robert put his tools down and stood. “Hello, Chase. I was just thinking about you. I had a little run-in with Gretchen this morning. She was here again to call for the immediate dismissal of our schoolteacher.” Robert’s teeth were clenched.