Authors: Emma Miller
“But, Eli.” Ruth brushed her hand over his shoulder. “She told everyone you were the father. And they believed her.”
“They did. I got angry, and I let her face her trouble alone. In the end, she gave the baby to her sister, and she left.”
“Did you know where she went?”
“Not until I got the letter at Uncle Roman’s. Her English boyfriend didn’t want to take responsibility for the baby, but his family helped her with money. She’s going to go to college to be a nurse. She was writing to me to tell me she is all right and that she was sorry for everything.”
“Why didn’t you tell your family what really happened?”
“I tried at the time, but they wouldn’t listen. You are the only one who didn’t judge me.”
“Maybe I did, in the beginning.” She smiled at him. “Because of those red suspenders and that awful motor scooter. You are a wild boy, Eli Lapp.”
“
Was
a wild boy.” He leaned close and brushed his lips against hers. “Marry me, Ruth Yoder, and keep me on the path of Godliness. Keep me Plain.”
Ruth closed her eyes and savored a second kiss. She was so full of love and joy that she thought she would burst. “Oh, Eli,” she began, but then she stopped when she heard Susanna squeal. She opened her eyes to see her little sister scrambling out from behind the rosebushes to run toward the house—her chubby feet bare, her bonnet strings flying.
“Mam! Mam! Roofie’s kissing Eli!” Susanna shouted. “Come quick, Mam! Roofie’s getting married!”
F
or a moment, Ruth sat beside Eli in sweet silence, gazing into his blue eyes, holding his hand tightly. She wanted him to kiss her again, but her heart was pounding so hard that she thought maybe she’d had enough kissing for the moment.
Upstairs, Anna pushed up a bedroom window. “What’s going on?” she called. “Why is Susanna—” She broke off when she saw them together, hand in hand. “I’ll be right down!”
“I suppose we’d better speak to your mother,” Eli said, “before we cause another scandal…to ask her blessing on our marriage.”
“Ya,”
Ruth agreed and giggled with sheer joy. “We wouldn’t want to give Aunt Martha even more reason to gossip about us.” She was so happy at this moment that she thought she might take off like a dandelion puff and float away.
“Do you want to do it now, or should I, you know, make an appointment or something to speak with her?”
She laughed at that thought. “I don’t know. That depends on how soon you want to marry,” she teased. “If you mean years from now—”
“I’d marry you today if I could!” Eli caught her around the waist and lifted her up. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky,” he said, “to come down from the Kishacoquillas Valley and find you.” He lowered her bare feet to the ground and kissed her mouth with such tenderness and passion that tears sprang to her eyes. “Marry me today.”
“I can’t marry you today!” She laughed, breathless, playfully pushing on his broad chest. “But maybe you should speak to Mam today before there’s more kissing.”
“Speak to me about what?” Mam demanded, coming around the corner of the house with Susanna tugging on her hand. But Mam’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and Ruth knew she really wasn’t angry. “Eli, do you have an explanation for kissing my daughter in front of her mother and little sister?”
“Sisters,” cried Miriam and Anna together as they joined them.
Irwin was the last to appear, the little terrier in his arms. “All of us,” he echoed.
Eli slipped an arm around Ruth’s shoulder and pulled her close beside him. The smell of her and the softness of her skin was so sweet that it made him almost giddy. “We’re going to be married,” he declared more boldly. “Ruth and me. In the church.”
“But you have to be Amish,” Irwin said sternly. “You can’t marry our Ruth if you aren’t Plain.”
Mam dried her hands on her apron and folded her arms. “Irwin’s right. So what do you have to say to that, Eli? Can you be properly Amish? Can you accept our faith and live by it every day?”
“Eli has already joined the church in Belleville. He’s one of us now.” Ruth looked up at him with such love in her eyes that he felt ten feet tall.
“Can you be a loving husband to Ruth?” Hannah asked. “In good times and bad?”
Miriam’s chin firmed. “He’d better be.”
“Or we’ll know the reason why,” Anna added.
“I will,” Eli said. “I give you my word.” He held out his hand to Irwin. “I would like your blessing, too, since you’re the man of the house.”
Irwin’s ears turned fire red beneath his straw hat, but he took the offered hand and shook it. “I’ll hold you to it,” he said.
“I want to be part of this family,” Eli announced to them all, still holding Ruth in his arm. “I want to be the kind of man Jonas was and a son to you, Hannah, as well as a true brother to the rest of you.”
“And I promise you that God will always come first in our home,” Ruth said, clinging to him for all she was worth.
“Then you have our blessing,” Hannah said.
“Ya,”
Susanna jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “And now I will have a big brother for sure!”
“And I will have a husband,” Ruth said.
“The happiest husband in the world,” Eli answered.
Ruth smiled up at him, her eyes shining. “
Ya,
and the happiest wife.”
Dear Reader,
I invite you to join me in rural Delaware in the world of the Old Order Amish, a peaceful people of deep and abiding faith. The Amish that I know are not perfect storybook characters or quaint curiosities in old-fashioned bonnets and straw hats. My Amish are real people with strengths and weaknesses, people who struggle each day, as we all do, to follow God’s word and make the right choices.
Sharing Ruth and Eli’s courtship with you is a joy. Theirs is a special love story played against the backdrop of a close-knit, traditional farming community. In
Courting Ruth,
you will meet twenty-three-year-old Ruth Yoder, who believes she knows God’s plan for her until the day bad boy Eli Lapp arrives in Seven Poplars. You’ll also meet the widowed schoolteacher Hannah, her lively daughters and Irwin Beachy, a troubled orphan boy coaxed out of grief by an abandoned puppy.
I hope that you will come back to visit us in Seven Poplars when Ruth’s younger sister Miriam chooses between two very different suitors and threatens to change the family forever. In Hannah’s kitchen, the biscuits are hot, the strawberry jam is sweet, and there’s always room at the table for one more.
Wishing you peace and joy,
Emma Miller
ISBN: 978-1-4268-6647-0
COURTING RUTH
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