Where Hope Prevails (Return to the Canadian West Book #3)

Janette Oke, Oke Logan Laurel

Description

Inspiring Conclusion to a Popular Series with a TV tie-in When Beth Thatcher returns to Coal Valley, she has much to be excited about. She anticipates Jarrick's proposal of marriage and perhaps a spring wedding. The mine is expanding, and there are more schoolchildren than ever.But the town's rapid growth brings many challenges. A second teacher is assigned, and Beth finds herself going head-to-head with a very different philosophy of education--one that dismisses religion and rejects God. Fearful for the children who sit under the influence of Robert Harris Hughes, Beth struggles to know how to respond.At the same time, Beth wonders if Jarrick is considering a position at her father's company simply for her sake. Should she admit her feelings on the matter? Or keep silent and allow Jarrick to make up his own mind?

Sujets

• Historical romance

Informations

• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 02 août 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441229915
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Title Page
Copyright Page
© 2016 by Janette Oke and Laurel Oke Logan
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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Ebook edition created 2016
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4412-2991-5
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Dan Thornberg, Design Source Creative Services
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
List of Characters
Prologue
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About the Authors
Books by Janette Oke and Laurel Oke Logan
Back Ads
Back Cover
List of Characters
The Thatcher Family
Beth—Elizabeth Thatcher
Mother—Priscilla Thatcher
Father—William Thatcher
Julie—Beth’s younger sister
Margret, John, and JW Bryce—Beth’s older, married sister and family
Others
Jarrick “Jack” Thornton—a Mountie and Beth’s suitor
Molly McFarland Russo—owner of the boarding house
Frank Russo—retired miner who married Molly in Where Trust Lies
Teddy Boy and Marnie—orphaned teenagers adopted by Molly
Philip Davidson—pastor and longtime friend of Jarrick
Robert Harris Hughes—new schoolteacher
Prologue
Dearest Molly,
Today I purchased my ticket for the long train ride from Toronto, across the miles of open prairie, to Lethbridge, and then I’ll endure once more the long hours by automobile to your welcome village—my heart’s second home. I’m not afraid of the journey this time, I’m pleased to tell you. So much has changed in me since that original teaching assignment. The rather frail and inexperienced Elizabeth Thatcher who arrived over a year ago in Coal Valley is now a different woman altogether. I feel I’ve proven myself somewhat, and grown more courageous. At least, I do hope so.
Can it truly be only a long summer since I said good-bye to you, my students, and all my friends in Coal Valley? I find myself pacing the carpeted halls of Father’s grand house with impatience, yearning instead for my simple life with all of you. I can almost hear your hearty laughter at me as you read such a thought. But you of all people know what I mean, Molly, since you have your own deep roots in our beautiful valley.
This time, though, I realize more fully how much I will miss my parents and my beloved sisters. Julie has begged Father time and again to join me for more than a visit, but so far he and Mother have not given in to her pleadings. She’s still impetuous and strong-willed, as you know from meeting her, but we love her dearly for all her passions. Margret accepts the inevitability of my departure with solemn resignation. She and John will soon have their hands full with their second child. If only I could scoop up my little nephew, JW, and fit him in a suitcase! Nevertheless, I’m filled with joy at the thought of returning after this time away—and of seeing you, my dear friend, so much like a second mother to me. I feel I do not lack family there with you.
Molly, I know you’ve already heard reports that we had some very difficult days during the last part of the summer, when our lovely cruise came to a sudden and dreadful end. I so wished to talk with you during the awful time when we didn’t know where our darling Julie was. You probably have not heard, though, that Nick, the young man who instigated her kidnapping, was someone we thought to be a friend. It was all carried out with the aid of two young women on board that Julie befriended. They seemed trustworthy enough. (I can feel my hand tremble as I write.) Our suffering during the days of Julie’s disappearance was nearly unbearable. I must admit that my own faith was shaken. I’m not altogether proud of my responses, but I believe I’ve grown. Thank the good Lord she was found safe!
I have room only to mention how grateful I was to see Edward Montclair and Jack Thornton, our stalwart Mounties, coming swiftly to our aid. I’m full of thanksgiving to the Lord for the wisdom He gave them in discovering where Julie had been taken. Their services turned the tide, indeed.
Though I feel propriety requires I keep my comments here brief, no doubt you’ve long suspected my growing affinity for Jack. (Yes, I still address him in person by his given name, Jarrick—though perhaps his mother and I are the only ones who do!) How can I express the comfort I’ve gained from having his strong, protective presence during our crisis?
Sadly, I suppose we must remind ourselves there is danger everywhere—I haven’t forgotten that it appeared even in Coal Valley with Davie Grant and his bootlegging crimes, touching many of my students, children whom I dearly love—even your Marnie and Teddy Boy. Thank the Lord again they are safe in your care, Molly. Oh yes! And now in Frank’s also. I look forward to congratulating you both on your recent marriage. You and Frank, eloping at your age—like a pair of teenagers! I can’t wait to share more with you when I arrive, on or about the 15th of the month.
Your devoted friend, Beth
CHAPTER 1
I T WASN ’ T JUST THAT there were far fewer potholes—the road through the thick woods leading to Coal Valley had clearly been graded in Beth’s absence over the summer—but something else seemed strange. The trip still was taking hours as the taxi driver headed west into the foothills and gradually up into the magnificent Rocky Mountains. And every turn in the road meant civilization with its conveniences was left farther behind—no telephones, no doctors, no plumbing or electricity.
But Beth felt no hesitation at the thought of coming back to Coal Valley. She could already picture Miss Molly standing on the porch of her large boarding house, weathered gray over the years but homey and inviting. Ample home-cooked meals, long conversations in the evenings after the dishes were done, and then up to the cozy room with a thick quilt to burrow under against the cold. Anticipation drew Beth forward, willing away the miles.
Still, there was something slightly puzzling this time as she looked out at the rugged scenery. Beth was hard-pressed to understand a small tingle of apprehension casting a shadow over her excitement at returning to western Canada.
She strained forward to grasp the back of the driver’s seat and tentatively asked, “Excuse me, sir, I hate to suggest it, but are you certain this is the right road to Coal Valley?”
A snort. “Yes, miss. I been here plenty’a times. Couple more miles, we’re there.”
Beth fell back against the hard seat, pushed her hat more tightly against her dark hair, and adjusted the long hatpin holding it in place. She hoped she wouldn’t seem too bedraggled by the time she arrived. Will anyone be there to meet me? Miss Molly surely—no, she’s Mrs. Russo now. And her Frank? Or Teddy and Marnie , the other schoolchildren, their mothers? I want to see everyone.
Brushing at wrinkles in her skirt and adjusting her jacket, Beth scanned the shear mountain faces far above the tree line and the valley below with its meandering river. But neither offered signs of familiarity. The train track, ever present and steadily climbing higher with them, was the only recognizable feature in the scene. Has it been so long that I don’t remember the way any better than this?
The journey from Toronto to the little mining village clinging to an eastern range of the Rockies had been anything but restful. Beth had grown rather accustomed to the difficulties of train travel—at least she now knew what to anticipate. So it was odd at journey’s end, just as she expected to feel most connected to her western home, that she would feel such a sense of being lost.
And then as she stared through the dusty window, she noticed the trees . . . they don’t come right up to the road as I remember. Beth cranked the window down partway and peered at the roadside scene flying by. Sure enough, she could make out telltale stumps scattered down in the ditch, their circular tops still creamy yellow after the recent amputation of everything above.
She leaned forward again. “Why have so many trees been cut down?”
“Eh?”
“The trees—so many are cleared away.”
“They’re gettin’ ready to widen the road and gravel it.” The man chuckled. “Your little town’s growin’ gangbusters, miss. Plenty’a change since you was here last, I guess.”
Beth nodded and frowned. Not too much, I hope! she thought as she rolled the window up against the dust.
Already there’d been more than enough frustration and tumult during the last weeks of her summer. Back in Toronto after their cruise through the Maritimes was cut short by Julie’s disappearance, Beth couldn’t help but hope she might be able to share this trip west with Jarrick. Jarrick. Even thinking his name drew a secret smile and made Beth’s face flush.
Her whole family had effectively fallen in love with him during his short stay with them—even Mother. He had been proudly introduced to their various social circles, paraded out at every opportunity in his bright red Mountie jacket. The flashing smile, copper-colored hair, and tidy mustache—along with those bright blue eyes and quick wit—won him wide approval. And it was more thrilling than Beth could have imagined standing next t