Love's unending legacy (Love Comes Softly #5) (4 page)

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an' iffen it's true an' we really are, then--well, we want our two mas to be the first to know. Clare promised I could drive on over to see my ma this afternoon."

Marty put her arms around Kate and gave her a quick hug. "I'm so happy fer ya--fer ya both. I hope with all my heart thet yer right."

"Me too," sighed Kate. "Clare would be so happy. He's been waitin' an' waitin'."

"But ya haven't even been married a year yet," Marty reminded her.

"A year is a long time when yer waitin' fer somethin' ya want so badly." Kate said in frustration and then laughed at herself. Marty laughed with her.

"Well, I guess it really hasn't been so long," Kate went on, "but it has sure seemed long to Clare an' me."

They returned to the kitchen to enjoy their coffee, and Marty listened as Kate talked about their plans for the coming baby--if one was really on the way. As Marty left Kate's kitchen to return to her own, she prayed that Kate was right and that their dream would soon be fulfilled.

Ellie looked up from kneading some bread dough as Marty entered. Marty felt a bit chagrined when she realized what her daughter was doing.

"Oh, Ellie," she said, "I should be doin' thet instead of wanderin' about like a thoughtless schoolgirl."

"Look, Ma, I've been doin' this fer a long time now."

"I know--an' it's time ya had a break. Here I am back again, an' ya still have to do all the work."

Ellie smiled. "The work's not hurtin' me none. Do ya feel a little better now thet you've seen everythin' is as it should be?"

"Guess I do. Not thet I doubted it would be. ... It's just thet I wanted to see iffen my memory served me accurately or if I'd built it all up to some fairy-tale dream."

"An'?"

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"It's just as I remembered it. My memory played no tricks on me."

"Good," said Ellie as she continued to knead the bread dough. "Had coffee with Kate," Marty went on.

"I saw ya go in."

"She has made Clare a nice little home. They do seem happy."

"She's been a perfect wife for Clare. Iffen she isn't in agreement with everythin' he does, I never hear about it. Kate's a dear."

Marty smiled. "It means everythin' to a mother to hear thet her children are happily married to mates who love 'em just the way they are."

Ellie nodded and kept up her rhythm with the bread. "You'll like Arnie's girl, too," she said. "Arnie's a lucky guy."

"Arnie came in to see me last night and said he'd tell me all 'bout her as soon as we find some talkin' time."

"Then I won't spill any of his secrets," assured Ellie as she efficiently placed the kneaded dough in the greased pan together with the rest of the batch. She covered it all with a white cloth and set it near the stove on a tall table built for the purpose.

"I think I'll go on up and unpack an' care fer the things from the trip," Marty said. "I was just too tired to do anythin' with 'em last night."

"Ya still look a mite tired," observed Ellie. "I think this has all been a heap harder on ya than ya will ever admit."

"I'm fine," argued Marty "In a day or two, after I catch up on a bit of sleep, I'll be right as rain."

Ellie looked out at the brightness of the day. "Speakin' of rain," she said, frowning, "we sure are in need of some. I've already been totin' water fer the garden, an' it needs it again. We planted far too big a garden to be waterin' it by the pailful."

"It sure is lookin' fine right now," Marty encouraged. "But yer right, it does need rain."

Ellie must have read Marty's mind as she glanced at the clock.

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"Ya go on with yer unpackin'," she urged. "I'll look after gittin' dinner on."

Marty thanked her and went on up to her room. As she climbed the stairs, she had to admit to herself that she
was
tired. Why, after dinner she might do an unheard of thing and lie down for a little nap. She wondered at Clark's vigor.
He must be just as tired as I am, but he seems to keep goin' with no problem,
she chided herself lightly. Marty then excused herself with the promise that after a day or two of adjusting, she would be her old self again.

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FOUR
Happenings

Marty and Arnie eventually found their talking time. Since Marty still had not felt too perky the next day, Ellie convinced her to sit on the porch with some hand sewing while Ellie herself continued with the duties of the kitchen. Arnie found his mother busy with some mending and sat down to talk to her about his Anne.

Anne came from a family of four and was the daughter of Pastor Norville, who was in charge of the small church congregation in the nearby town. Anne had lost her mother when she was only eleven years old, and, being the only girl in the family, much of the running of the household had fallen upon her at that very young age. Arnie spoke of her with love in his voice, and Marty was more anxious than ever to meet the girl.

"Do ya s'pose ya could bring her to dinner on Sunday?" Marty asked.

"Sure thing. I'll be seem' her tomorra night. I'll ask her then."

"Has she met most of the family?"

"All but you an' Pa."

There was a brief pause.

"Do ya have any plans?" asked Marty quietly.

Arnie colored slightly. "Sure, I got plans--but I haven't spoken of 'em yet. I wanted you an' Pa to meet her first."

"I see," smiled Marty. "Sunday, then."

Arnie, whistling, left for the barn, and Marty watched him go with both pride and a little sorrow. Soon they would all be

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married, her children. How would she ever endure an empty and quiet house?

Zeke LaHaye stopped by that evening. He wanted to hear all about his son Willie, about Missie and his two grandsons, and about the West they loved so much. Marty and Clark welcomed Zeke warmly, and as Marty put on the coffeepot, Zeke and Clark pulled chairs up to the kitchen table and settled in for a long visit.

Clark's enthusiasm was clear in his voice as he spoke of Willie's ranch and described the spread in detail. He told about the herd, the buildings, the cowboys, the neighbors, the small but growing town, and the prosperity that Willie had worked so hard to achieve. When Marty joined them at the table, the talk turned to the family members. They laughed as they told Zeke about the antics of their shared grandchildren. Zeke joined in the laughter, but as he listened, the hungry look in his eyes deepened.

"I think I'm just gonna take me a little trip out there," he announced at length.

"Thet's a mighty fine idea," encouraged Clark. "They'd like nothin' better. One of the last things Willie said was fer us to send ya on out."

Zeke swallowed with difficulty. "Think I'll head on into town tomorrow an' book me a ticket," he said, his head nodding slowly. "I've waited too long already."

It was hard for Marty to wait for Sunday. First of all, it would mean seeing all her friends in the Sunday morning worship service. Marty thought of Ma and Ben, and Wanda and Cameron. Though Ellie had filled her in on news of the community, it wasn't like seeing her neighbors in person.

After the service, the family would be together for Sunday dinner. They had not seen Nandry and Josh and their family since the

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night they had arrived home, and Marty was most anxious for another visit and a chance to get reacquainted with her grandchildren.

She was eager to meet Arnie's Anne, as well. What would she really be like? Marty trusted Arnie's judgment, but was he seeing the girl through star-filled eyes? Ellie and Luke, too, had spoken well of Anne. Marty dared to hope that Anne was all her family had claimed her to be and that God, in His love and goodness, had brought them together. Marty could hardly wait to give her blessing to the two of them.

Sunday was another bright, warm day. Ellie had worked long and hard to prepare the family dinner. Marty tried to help, but she found she still tired far too easily. Surely she wasn't
that
tired from her trip from the West! Maybe it was just that she needed to adjust to the climate again, though the weather hadn't seemed to affect Clark one little bit. He was busy every day and managed, with no apparent difficulty even with a crutch, to keep up with his energetic sons.

Marty often felt Clark's eyes upon her, but he seldom made comment except to encourage her now and then to sit for a spell or even to take an occasional nap. Marty fussed inwardly, though she dared not protest too vigorously. In fact, she forced herself to admit that she really had no energy even for argument. She was anxious to be back caring for her family again. But now it was Ellie who had to bear most of the load, though she never mentioned the fact and often asked Marty, "Now, what shall we have?" or "What shall we do?" or even "What would ya like?" so Marty might feel she was in charge.

And now, because of Ellie's capable hands in the kitchen, they were ready for Sunday and the family dinner that would follow the service. Marty wondered, a little guiltily, if she was more excited about being back in her own church and seeing her friends again

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than about the worship service itself. She decided that the Lord understood her feelings and didn't mind that today most of her attention was on her friends. As Marty and Clark entered the churchyard, their friends welcomed them back to the little congregation with happy smiles and warm embraces.

Wanda ran to meet Marty and clung to her; tears dampened the eyes of both women.

"Oh, I've missed you so much. ... so much," she whispered to Marty over and over. "Can you come for a nice, long visit soon, so's you can tell me all about Missie and her family?"

Marty promised she would.

Ma Graham, too, held Marty for a long time. A sob caught in her throat as she spoke of their deep sorrow when they had learned of Clark's accident. She told how, on three occasions during the ordeal, the church members had met for special prayer on his behalf. Marty thanked her sincerely and assured her that God truly had honored their prayers. Ma looked at Clark, busily shaking hands with the neighborhood men, and nodded her head slowly. "Yeah," she affirmed, "I can see thet He did. I don't see one ounce a' bitterness in the face of thet man."

The church bell called them to worship, and Marty and Clark took their familiar places with their family. It was strange not to see Pastor Joe leading the service, but the new young man whom the church had appointed did a fine job. Marty looked across at Josh and his family and realized that Nandry was not with them. She felt a moment of concern. Perhaps Nandry was busy elsewhere, she told herself, but after the service when she inquired, Josh informed her that Nandry just wasn't feeling herself and had decided to stay home. Marty felt a bit anxious, but Josh assured her that Nandry was all right, just not feeling her best. Marty promised herself that she would check on Nandry in a couple of days just to be sure. In the meantime, the family would miss them at the dinner table. Marty had counted so on all of her nearby family being there.

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Anne was all that Arnie had described and more. Marty and Clark both loved her immediately. She was a rather quiet and serious girl, but her spirit was kind and gentle, and when she smiled, her whole face lit up and one could not help but smile in return. She loved Arnie--Marty could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Just before Arnie left to take Anne back to town, Marty answered the unasked question in Arnie's eyes with a quick smile and an almost undetectable nod of her head. Arnie caught it and grinned. Marty had a feeling that when Arnie returned, he would have some news for the family. As a matter of fact, he did. He shared it with great gusto, and there was lots of back slapping and congratulatory hugs. He couldn't announce a wedding date yet, but he grinned and said it would be soon.

Marty did call on Wanda. They had a long visit and caught up on all of the happenings since they had last been together. Marty could see no change in her son, Rett. Though he lived in the body of a man, he had not really advanced beyond the small-boy stage. He still evidenced his uncanny ability with animals, and his menagerie had grown steadily over the years. Marty wondered how Wanda, who still clung to some of her eastern city-girl ways, managed to put up with the strange assortment of creatures with which she was asked to share her home.
Only a mother's love,
she decided with a smile as she watched the two of them.

Ma Graham came to call. She came alone now. All her children were married and had homes of their own, though Lou and his wife did live in a small house in the Graham yard and shared the farming duties with Ben. Marty caught up on all of the news of the family members and shared with Ma the latest happenings concerning Missie and her household.

Marty began rather slowly, but eventually she told in detail

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about the trying days following Clark's accident. Ma was the only person to whom Marty felt she could really bare her soul. As they talked and the shared tears fell, Marty felt that maybe Ellie was right. Maybe the whole ordeal had been harder on her than she had dared to admit. Maybe now that she had voiced it all, she would get back some of her old energy.

July came. Still no rain--except for a few scattered showers that didn't really count for much on the thirsty land. Daily, as a family, they prayed that the rain might come. Ellie kept busy with her watering pail trying to keep the plants from wilting. Even her brothers were not above carrying water for the very dry garden. The fields, as well, began to show the effects of the long dry spell. There was no way to bring water to the fields without the help of the Master of wind and rain.

A telegram from Missie set the whole household buzzing. It stated:
PA LAHAYE ARRIVED--STOP--SO DID MELISSA JOY,
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POUNDS 10 OUNCES--STOP--THANK GOD FOR BOTH--STOP--ALL FINE--STOP

The whole family rejoiced at the news, but Clare's eyes shone the brightest of all.

"Have ya told 'em?" he asked, giving Kate a nudge and a squeeze.

She answered with a shake of her head and a cheery, though embarrassed, smile. "Dr. Watkins said yesterday thet we're gonna be parents, all right."

And so there was more reason for rejoicing. Everyone in the family heartily congratulated Clare, who grinned at each comment, and hugged Kate as she flushed prettily. Marty looked at the girl's shining violet eyes and thought she had never looked prettier.