“I wonder if Adam feels the same way. Do you see him?”
“
Ja,
he’s looking more like a proud papa now that he has some chin hair. His cousin is with him.”
“His cousin? Oh, you mean Gideon.” She tried to sound barely interested, but she could feel her aunt’s gaze boring into her.
“He’s looking this way.”
Rebecca perked up. “Is he?”
“He is indeed, and so is Daniel Hershberger. He’s coming our way. The man is interested in you, mark my words.”
“Gideon? That’s ridiculous.”
“No, silly. Daniel.”
“
Guder mariye,
Rebecca.” Daniel’s booming voice filled the farmyard.
“
Guder mariye,
Daniel,” Rebecca replied in a soft tone, hoping he would take the hint and lower his voice. It was a foolish hope.
“I thought what a beautiful day this is, but it is much brighter now that you are here.”
Rebecca lowered her voice further. “You should not say such a thing.”
“A modest woman is a man’s true treasure.” He wasn’t shouting, but he might as well have been. The hum of conversations around them died away.
Rebecca pasted a smile on her face and pinched her aunt’s arm. “Isn’t it time we went inside?”
“If you wish. Daniel, we will see you later.”
“I look forward to speaking with you and your niece again. I must go tell Reuben I’m waiting for a rematch on our checkers game.”
Rebecca had endured one long, tedious evening with Daniel at her grandfather’s home a week after the fire. She would avoid a repeat if it were possible. How could she have entertained the idea of marriage to the man?
As she took her place beside her aunt on the women’s side
of the wooden benches lined up inside the farmhouse, she wondered if Gideon had overheard Daniel’s compliments to her. Although it was vain, some small part of her hoped that he had.
Gideon joined Adam and his friends in the airy barn following the three-hour-long service. Bishop Zook was a gifted preacher, clearly inspired by God to bring the Lord’s words to his flock. Up at the house, the benches were being rearranged to make seating for the congregation to share a midday meal. Because the elders would eat first, the younger members amused themselves with games or visiting while they waited their turns.
Gideon stood among the men and saw a few faces from the night of the fire around him. He wondered if any of them recognized him from his time in Hope Springs as Booker. If they did, no one mentioned it. Perhaps they were willing to accept him for who he was now and not for who he’d been. He prayed it was so.
“How are you adjusting to Amish life again?” Jonathan Dressler asked. Beside him, fifteen-year-old Jacob Imhoff was trying to look as if he belonged in this group of men twice his age.
Gideon folded his arms over his chest. “I will admit it’s tough sometimes. How are you doing? English to Amish, that’s a rare move. Not many can accept our ways. At least I knew what I was getting into when I came back.”
“I miss my computer,” Jonathan answered with a grin.
“I think I miss having my pickup the most,” Adam said, a tinge of wistfulness in his voice.
“Is it true you were a pilot?” Jacob focused his awe-filled gaze on Gideon. “I can’t believe you don’t miss flying.”
“I do, but I try not to dwell on it.” That didn’t always work.
He missed the freedom of the air, but he was striving to find contentment on the ground.
“What he needs is an Amish wife to take his mind off his English ways,” Adam suggested with a chuckle. “It worked for me.”
Jonathan nudged Gideon and tipped his head toward the young women grouped together across the way. “See one you like?”
Gideon accepted their good-natured ribbing and pretended to look over the women. “Jacob, your sister is single, isn’t she?”
“
Nee,
she will soon be taken.” Jonathan’s sharp reply set Adam, Gideon and Jacob to laughing.
Adam stroked his beard. “The bishop’s oldest daughter is of age.”
The men looked toward the bishop’s hawk-faced wife, then looked at each other. They all shook their heads. “Not a chance,” Gideon said.
His new friends continued to suggest possible mates, but no one brought up Rebecca’s name. Finally, he couldn’t keep silent any longer. “Rebecca Beachy is still single. She’s not a youngster, but she’s not too old. We’re the same age.”
Jacob frowned. “She’s pretty enough, but she is blind.”
“That doesn’t mean she can’t be a wife and mother. Adam, do you know what became of her sister Grace?”
Adam shrugged. “She left the Amish, that’s all I know.”
“Rebecca said her family doesn’t speak of her anymore. I wondered why.” It was the change in Rebecca’s expression at the mention of her sister that had piqued his interest. He’d never seen such sadness on her face.
Eli Imhoff joined their group. “Gideon, how did my washer part work out?”
“It fit like a glove,” Gideon assured him.
Jacob spoke up. “Papa, we were trying to find a woman for Gideon. Any suggestions?”
“Find a woman who can cook,” Eli stated firmly. “Looks fade, cooking doesn’t.”
“Rebecca is a good cook.” Gideon was happy to list her accomplishments. He didn’t like that she had been overlooked in her own community.
“There are plenty of healthy women to choose from around here. A man needs a strong wife to stand by his side,” Jacob insisted with all the assurance of a teenager who had yet to go on his first date.
Gideon glanced toward the house and saw Rebecca come out with her aunt. He said, “What a man needs most is a woman who loves him.”
The problem he faced was how to convince Rebecca that they were meant for each other. When he looked her way again, he saw her grandfather standing at her side. Reuben was staring straight at Gideon.
“E
mma, Gideon is desperately in need of your help.”
Gideon caught Adam’s cheeky grin and wanted nothing more than to stuff a sock in his cousin’s big mouth. Muttering under his breath, Gideon said, “See if I confide in you again.”
The two men were stacking chairs on tables in the café in preparation for cleaning the floors after closing. Outside the windows, the street of the town blinked with Christmas cheer as the townspeople and businessmen turned on their holiday lights.
“What help can I give, Gideon?” Emma asked. She was sweeping beneath the tables and booths.
“Never mind,” he said quickly.
“My cousin wants to court a woman and he has forgotten how we Amish do it.” Adam chuckled with glee as he ducked Gideon’s halfhearted punch.
“Adam, stop teasing Gideon.” Her stern tone made both men look in her direction. She leveled a no-nonsense glare at her spouse.
Adam wasn’t the least bit intimidated. He grinned at her and said, “I’ll go fill the sugar dispensers.”
He took the tray of glass containers and carried them
into the kitchen. When he was out of sight, Emma turned to Gideon. “Pay no attention to your cousin. He loves to tease. Who is this special woman?”
“I’d rather not say. Courting was much easier when I was young.”
“You are not so very old.”
“Maybe not, but I’m too old to attend the singings and such. I can’t ask her to a movie. I’m at a loss.”
“There are many ways for you to get together. You can take her to visit her family. You can take her on a buggy or sleigh ride, just the two of you some evening. You can bring her here for a meal. Every woman likes a break from cooking.”
“I’ve already thought of those things, but I’m not sure they set the right tone.”
Emma tilted her head to the side. “Isn’t showing her you want to spend time together the right tone?”
“The thing is, I’m afraid she’ll say no if I come straight out and ask her to dinner or to go for a sleigh ride. I want her to get to know me better, but in a friendly way. I want her to feel comfortable in my company.”
“You are new to our church. Well, perhaps we could get up an ice-skating party and make sure she is invited.”
“I’m pretty sure she won’t skate.”
Emma laid her broom aside and planted her hands on her hips. “I could make more useful suggestions if I knew who I was talking about.”
Gideon knew Emma and Rebecca were friends. He took a second to wonder what Emma would think about him courting her friend. After all, how could Emma be certain he would remain Amish? He knew a lot of people had their doubts. Unless he found a few dozen things to repair in Rebecca’s house he didn’t have an excuse to spend much time in her company.
If he could convince Rebecca of his feelings before she
had her surgery, he could be by her side no matter what her results were. He needed her to understand his affection had nothing to do with her sight or lack of it. He decided to take this chance.
Drawing a deep breath, he said, “It’s Rebecca Beachy.”
Emma’s brows arched in surprise. “You wish to court Rebecca? You don’t mind that she is blind?”
“Why should I mind? She is funny, she is devout, she is hard-working and she has a wonderful smile. I loved her when we were young. I never thought I’d have a chance to love her again, but God has been good to me. After all these years she is not married and beyond my reach. Rebecca is the woman of my heart.”
Smiling broadly, Emma said, “Rebecca enjoys ice-skating.”
It was his turn to be stunned. “She does?”
“Have you solved my cousin’s woes?” Adam asked as he brought the filled sugar containers back from the kitchen.
Emma winked at Gideon. “
Nee,
but we have decided to have a skating party this coming weekend. Do you think Elam Sutter will let us use his pond?”
Adam plunked down his tray on the table beside her. “No harm in asking. It sounds like right
goot
fun.”
Laying a finger on her lips, Emma tapped them slowly. “I will make up a picnic basket and bake some pies. We may even close the café so the girls who work for us can come.”
Adam grinned. “She will let our English guests starve. It does not matter that they pay the bills.”
“Nonsense. I will make sure there is plenty of bread and meat for sandwiches on the sideboard.”
She started sweeping again. “This is a
goot
idea if I do say so myself.”
Gideon didn’t care whose idea it was as long as Rebecca was there.
Emma stopped what she was doing. “Gideon, I almost forgot. Reuben Beachy came in today. He wanted me to tell you he has a used leather-cutting machine being delivered next week and he wants you to make some repairs on it.”
A shiver of unease slipped down Gideon’s spine. “He asked for me, not for Adam?”
Smiling brightly, Emma nodded. “
Ja.
He said giving you the job was his way of helping you get started in the business community. He is a fine man.”
Adam glanced at Gideon and his smile disappeared. “He’s a fine man and very sharp for his age. Do not assume otherwise.”
“A skating party. What a wonderful idea. I’m so excited.” Katie Sutter clapped her hands together. Her two-year-old daughter, Rachel, playing on the floor at her feet, clapped, too, making all the women smile.
“What do you think, Rebecca?” Emma asked as they sat together around the kitchen table in the home of Faith and Adrian Lapp.
“I think it sounds like fun.” Rebecca held a skein of yarn open on her hands as Faith unwound it. Katie, Emma and Sarah were cutting pieces of fabric remnants and sorting them in preparation for Rebecca’s next quilting project. Since Rebecca didn’t feel comfortable attacking pieces of cloth with scissors, she was helping Faith with her knitting.
“We can have a bonfire and roast hot dogs. I love doing that. Elam is going to make sure we have plenty of benches to sit on, too. I can’t wait until Saturday.” Katie’s enthusiasm was catching and her friends were happy to indulge her.
Katie’s childhood, under the thumb of her cruel older brother, had been bereft of childish fun. Elam, her doting husband, was happy to help her make wonderful new memories for her and their children.
Faith said, “I don’t skate, but I can’t wait to see Kyle learn. He’ll enjoy it for sure.”
Rebecca heard the door bang open and suspected the culprit was Faith’s nephew. When she heard his voice she knew she had guessed correctly. “
Mamm,
Myrtle spit on
Daed
and me again.”
A sour smell permeated the room as heavy footsteps followed Kyle’s into the kitchen. Adrian’s deep voice said, “Faith, I know you love that alpaca, but she is going to find her long scrawny neck tied in a bow one of these days.”
Everyone giggled for there wasn’t an ounce of malice in his words. Faith sighed, rose to her feet and handed her half-wound ball of yarn to Rebecca. “I’ll be the one tying the knot because I’m the one doing the extra laundry. There are clean shirts in the bedroom. Take those off and let me soak them.”
As they trooped out of the room, Sarah whispered, “Did you notice Kyle is calling them
Mamm
and
Daed,
now? I knew he would be happy here, but I never expected to see my cousin Adrian so happy again after his first wife and child perished. God was good to bring Faith and Kyle into his life.”
Katie said, “Kyle has adjusted well to our Amish ways. To look at him you would never know he was raised in an English home.”
“I know someone else who is adjusting well to our Amish ways,” Emma added.
“Are you talking about Jonathan?” Katie asked. “It’s hard to believe he has been with us for a year now. Elam tells me he plans to be baptized soon.”
Emma said, “I was talking about Gideon Troyer.”
Rebecca kept her voice level. “He has not been with us long. He may fall back into his old ways. If a man breaks his vow once, he may do it again.”
“Do you really think so?” It was Katie’s voice this time.
Emma was quick to speak up for Gideon. “I believe he is sincere.”
“What did I miss?” Faith asked as she came back into the room. She went to the sink and began filling it with water. The smell of lemon-scented laundry detergent quickly overpowered the stink of alpaca spit.
Emma said, “We were talking about Gideon Troyer. I said I think he is sincere in his desire to live Amish.”
“That’s because you love Adam and he returned from the outside world,” Rebecca pointed out.
Faith began swishing the shirts in the water. “I agree with Emma. I see a man who wants to live Plain. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have rented my old house to him.”
Rebecca perked up. “Gideon has rented a house?” That did sound as if he intended to stay a while. “
Ja.
Adrian and I didn’t want it to sit vacant, but we didn’t want to sell it. We would like Kyle to live there when he is grown, but the place needs many repairs. Gideon said he would do them in exchange for a lower rent. It was an excellent solution so we agreed. I believe Gideon’s mind is made up. I think he is here to stay.”
Rebecca wished she could be as certain. “Time will give us the answer.”
“It’s no easy thing to give up the English life,” Katie said quietly.
“You did it,” Sarah pointed out. Everyone knew Katie had followed her English boyfriend into the outside world and only returned to Hope Springs after he left her pregnant and destitute. With no place to go, she had returned to her brother’s house to beg his forgiveness only to find he and his wife had moved away.
“If it had not been for the kindness of Elam and his mother I would have gone back. We must all show Gideon that he has made the right choice.”
“How do we do that?” Rebecca asked.
“Do what Elam and Nettie did for me. Treat Gideon with kindness and forgiveness. Treat him like he has always been, and will always be, one of us. If we doubt him we show him our own lack of faith.”
Rebecca nodded. They were wise words and she held them in her heart. She wanted to believe Gideon would stay more than she cared to admit, but did she dare?
Gideon was stunned to see a passenger van pull up and stop in front of his new home Friday afternoon. He was even more shocked to see the doors open and members of his family begin climbing out.
He moved toward them. “What is this? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” his mother announced as Abraham helped her out of the van. Behind his parents came Levi and his young wife, Mary, carrying a baby in her arms and followed by three stair-step blond boys in identical black hats like the one their father wore.
From the far side of the vehicle came his sisters, Betty and Susie. Each of them had toddlers in tow. They both greeted Gideon with a quick peck on the cheek. Joseph was the last one out of the vehicle. He hung back from the others.
Gideon’s father looked the house over. “Is the roof sound?”
His father, although primarily a farmer, had worked odd jobs in construction for as long as Gideon could remember. “As near as I can tell it is, but I would value a second opinion.”
“I will take a look. Have you a ladder?” Abraham asked.
Gideon nodded. “
Ja,
it’s leaning against the back porch.”
Waneta motioned to Joseph who was watching Levi unload boxes and baskets from the back of the van. “Joseph,
go with your father and make sure the he doesn’t fall off the roof.”
“Have Gideon go. He isn’t afraid of heights,” Joseph countered.
Waneta gave him a stern look. “Neither are you and I want to speak to Gideon.”
She and the women bustled up the steps and into the house. Levi brought a large box and pushed it into Gideon’s hands. “I will go help
Daed.
You can unload the van.”
Levi glanced after their mother and said, “I hope you have a ready list of eligible women in the area for
Mamm.
I think you’re about to get the, ‘It takes a good woman to make a good home’ speech. If you don’t, I’ll bake you a pie.”
Gideon inclined his head closer to Levi. “I don’t have a long list. I have one name. Is the speech true?”
Levi smiled fondly at his boys. “
Ja.
It’s true. But as happy as you will be with a wife, just wait till the babies arrive.”
Talk of marriage and babies could wait. For now, Gideon was overjoyed to have his family around him. After ten long years of solitude, he was part of something bigger, something wonderful once again. He was part of the Troyer family.
He looked down at Levi’s boys, standing quiet and patient beside their papa. He said, “How would you boys like to see some very strange animals?”
The youngsters looked at Levi. He nodded. “You may go with your
Onkel
Gideon.”
Gideon gave Levi back the box and said, “Put it in the kitchen and tell the women I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“What kind of animals?” the oldest one asked. He reached up to take Gideon’s hand.
A thrill of happiness shot through Gideon as he grasped the small fingers. Smiling, he said, “The woman who owns this place raises alpacas. They are out in the orchard.”
“What’s an almapa?” the second youngest asked.
Joseph answered, “An alpaca is like a camel. Are they mean?”
Gideon looked at Joseph and saw the light of interest in his eyes. Pleased, Gideon said, “Some of them spit.”
Joseph came toward Gideon and picked up the youngest child. Holding the two-year-old, Joseph spoke to him. “We can spit back, right, Melvin?”
The toddler nodded. “Me ’pit.” He proceeded to demonstrate his skill.
Gideon laughed. “Maybe I should warn the herd that Melvin is on the way.”
Joseph adjusted the child’s hat. “The barn cats at home give him a wide berth.”
Walking toward the orchard, Gideon was filled with a deep sense of contentment. In the future his children would play with these cousins. They would gather together at his parents’ farm for holidays, weddings and birthdays. He would never be excluded again.
The skating party was well under way on Saturday when Gideon, along with Adam and Emma, arrived at the Sutter farm. After helping Emma down from the buggy, Gideon unhitched their horse and led him to the corral where several dozen horses were tied up along the fence. Still in their harnesses, the animals munched contentedly on the hay spread out at their feet and waited for their owners to claim them when they were ready to go home.