SETTING: Holly and Ivy takes place several weeks after Fever, which is a couple of weeks before Christmas. Holly and Ivy is a sequel to Fever, which follows from The Road Home (TV ep), but I hope this story stands on its own as well. MY THANKS: This story has been "in progress" for a long time. I owe a lot of thanks to Greer, who edited, shredded, reminded, pushed, and helped me to get it from a vague idea in my head to the fanfic you'll be reading over the next few days. Thanks for everything, Greer. MARRIAGE DISCLAIMER: Let me break it to you gently: Christy doesn't choose a husband in this story. There now, isn't it a relief to have that burning question off your mind? I'll make you wait for another fanfic before we deal with that issue. HEALTH DISCLAIMER: After leaving her in a sick-bed for so much of Fever, I promise not to inflict any severe illness, injury, or surgery on poor Christy. She gets a free pass on health crises for this story. You won't even see a thermometer. STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of Christy for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. ........................... Title: Holly and Ivy Author: AnniE ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 1 Christy stared in disbelief. How could this have happened? The children whispered nervously and jostled each other to get a good look at the two boys slumped in the back of the school room. At first Christy had thought they were ill, but as soon as she'd come near, the odor was unmistakable: alcohol. "Wraight Holt? Zack," Christy said. The only responses were an unfocussed stare from Wraight, and a moan from his brother, whose head was on the desk. Christy's fingers curled into fists as her temper rose. Who would have given moonshine to these boys? Why did they come to school in this condition? The whispers of the children grew louder. "They's real bad off." "Zack looks kinda green, don't he?" "Teacher's mad. Look at her face, all red." Christy spun toward the class, silencing them with a sharp glare. She had to get the Holt boys out of the school before the other children became uncontrollable. She took a deep breath before speaking. "I want all of you to sit right down in your seats," Christy said. "Face front, everyone!" As she strode to her desk, she tapped Ruby Mae Morrison on the shoulder, and then Creed Allen, beckoning them to the blackboard. "Children," Christy said, "Ruby Mae is going to read the Scripture for today, and Creed is going to write the arithmetic exercises on the board." Christy placed the Bible in Ruby Mae's hands, and thrust the chalk and the lesson sheet at Creed. "I'm going to take Zack and Wraight to the house. I don't want any of you to leave this room until I come back. Is that understood?" As she shepherded the staggering boys toward the mission house, Christy was in turmoil. Part of her felt compassion for Wraight when he dropped to his knees and vomited, but her anger rose against the person who had put liquor into their hands, and against the two brothers as well. Was all her teaching for nothing, that they would drink themselves sick, and then come to school? Wraight was still kneeling, holding his head. "Come on!" Christy called, and then regretted her sharp tone. She asked, "Can you make it to the house?" "Yes'm." Wraight clung to a tree as he stood up. Christy saw a movement at the parlor window as she and her miserable young charges approached. Miss Alice was on the porch by the time Christy was helping Zack to climb the steps. * * * Christy sat in the empty school room, staring at the evergreen boughs the children had hung that afternoon. The piney scent that had always reminded her of Christmas now seemed suffocating. It might have been her imagination, but all day she'd smelled whiffs of alcohol. She'd always loved preparing for Christmas, but even before this morning's disaster with the Holt brothers, the coming holiday had seemed empty. The students were certainly excited, but her own cheerfulness was forced. Perhaps the rush of things to be done had crowded out the joy. Christy wondered if she'd planned too much. There was a taffy-pull for the children tomorrow, as well as a quilting party for the older girls. The Mission was hosting a singing a few days before Christmas. Just yesterday Opal McHone had come for her first reading lesson. On top of all this, Christy had risen early all week to get the fires stoked in the mission and school while David was away in Knoxville, and she had to take on his other chores as well. She tried to assure herself that once the hectic pace of her life slowed, she'd be able to concentrate on the real meaning of Christmas. Christy had run to the house at noon time to check on Wraight and Zack, but found no one there. A note from Miss Alice said only that she'd taken the boys home. Christy was afraid to imagine what their father would do. With another baby due soon, Mrs. Holt didn't need this kind of trouble in her family. Christy checked the stove and wood pile -- she and Ruby Mae would have to carry some firewood from the house tomorrow. When she lifted her book satchel, a slight twinge in her left shoulder warned her to shift the heavy bag to the other side. Even now, more than a month after the accident that left a deep cut down her left shoulder and arm, she sometimes felt soreness. As she picked her way among the damp leaves and muddy patches, other thoughts stole into Christy's mind, other reasons for her lack of enthusiasm. David had stopped pressuring her to answer his marriage proposal, but she knew he was hoping for a positive reply before she left to visit her family for the holidays. She couldn't find an answer in her heart. Christy's close relationships with both Miss Alice and Neil MacNeill had suffered since Margaret's brief return earlier in the fall. Although she could still communicate honestly with Alice, Christy felt powerless to restore the comfortable openness she'd had with Neil. He had promised to start a reading class for men, but hadn't invited her to help in the preparation. There were times he came by the mission without saying more than hello to her, and she knew she wasn't welcome to visit at his cabin. Now it was clear that the recent rumors of Bird's-Eye Taylor running moonshine were true. The last thing Cutter Gap needed was free-flowing corn whiskey. As Christy approached the house, she noticed Prince and Theo, burdened with packages, tethered at the porch railing. David stood between them, lifting off a box. "David," Christy called. "Welcome home. Did you just get back?" He'd been gone seven days, and looked tired. Christy squinted into the late afternoon sun as she scanned the loads on the two animals. "You must have found everything on the supply list. Maybe even more." As she joined him, David held her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her cheek. His face was cold. "It's good to be back," he said, hugging her. Christy's arms automatically returned the embrace lightly. "You look worn out," she said. "Just a little dusty from the long ride. I managed to get everything we needed." "Even the Christmas angel for the tree?" "Sorry, I saw one, but it was too expensive. I know you wanted one, but we can't afford it." "That's all right," Christy said, hiding her disappointment. "When I visit Asheville, maybe Mother and I can find one on sale, and save it for next year." She tugged at the rope which held the a package on Theo's back. "That's too heavy for you, Christy," David said. He quickly reached over her head and grasped the box. "Don't hurt yourself. This one will be easier." He nodded toward a smaller sack, and easily lifted the box down himself. They worked together, carefully piling the various packages on the porch. Christy decided to tell David of the problem with the Holt boys later, when he'd had a chance to settle in. As they led the animals toward the barn, Christy asked about his journey. "I worried about you when it snowed the day after you left." "The snow wasn't bad," David replied, "and I'd already gone most of the way to the city." David loosened the straps on Prince's saddle, while Christy attended to the mule. "Old Theo held up pretty well, I must say. He deserves a rest." "So do you," Christy said. "Oh, I'm fine." When Christy and David retraced their steps to the house, they found Ruby Mae rooting through the packages. Boxes had tumbled from their neat order and open sacks lay in the dirt. David didn't seem to notice what Ruby Mae was doing. "Christy," he said, "after we get the supplies put away--" Christy hurried forward as she saw Ruby Mae pull out a length of bright scarlet material, and another of deep forest green. "I found it, Miss Christy," Ruby Mae called. "I never seen anything so wondrous as this. Can we cut these pieces for the quilting party tomorrow? It feels so soft and fine. I just know this is gonna be the most beautiful quilt anybody ever made in the Cove. Oh! Look at this one." She held up a patterned cloth. Christy stood with her hands on her hips. "You put that right back, Ruby Mae. We have to get all these supplies put away. And no one is going to cut any material until Mrs. Spencer says so." Christy tapped her foot as Ruby Mae reluctantly closed the package. "Yes, ma'am." "Remember, the quilt is a Christmas present from all of you older girls to Miss Alice. All of you. It wouldn't be fair for you to go ahead without the others, would it?" David had gathered an armload and stood at the door, holding it open with his foot. Now Christy picked up a small box and started after him. "Christy," he said, "can we--" "I know," Ruby Mae said, grabbing several sacks and trotting behind Christy. "But I can't wait till tomorrow when we have our quiltin' party. Nor I can't wait till the Christmas singin'. Can we hang up mistletoe in all the doors?" "Maybe, but there's a lot of cleaning we have to do first," Christy said. "I never made no quilt by myself before," Ruby Mae said. "Well, I did try one time -- that was before you came, Miss Christy. It was a little bitty thing. Lordy! I don't mind tellin' you it was plain awful -- all crooked and sewed up wrong. Even my Ma couldn't fix it, so I threw it in the fire." When all the packages were in the house, Christy sent Ruby Mae to the kitchen to prepare supper. David offered to carry the school supplies to the classroom. As they walked, Christy told him of the first session of the women's reading class, though he only seemed to be half listening. "It sounds great," David said. As they climbed the steps of the school house he asked, "Has Alice gone away on a trip? I meant to ask sooner, but Ruby Mae never stopped long enough for me to get a word in." "No," Christy said, "she's visiting at the Holts' this afternoon. Rebecca Holt is in her last month, and Miss Alice thinks the baby will come right around New Year's Day." Christy felt nervous as she stacked the new composition books on the shelf behind her desk. David seemed uncomfortable, too. Could he already know about the Holt boys? "Did you need to see her?" "Yes, I -- I want to talk to both of you, but I should wait until Alice is here." David held up his hand, stopping the questions that rose to Christy's lips. "I promise you'll hear all about it, but I'd rather tell it just once." His expression was serious, and Christy couldn't help but try to guess, though she dreaded the answer. "Is something wrong, David? Is it about the mission? Have you heard from Doctor Ferrand?" David picked up a few pencils and rolled them between his palms. "Please trust me, Christy. In the meantime, I have something else to ask you." With a deep breath, he took on a more cheerful look, which made Christy even more nervous. "I've promised to perform a marriage ceremony in Lufty Branch tomorrow," he said. "Could you come with me?" "Tomorrow? David, weren't you paying attention to me and Ruby Mae? The children are coming here tomorrow afternoon." "On Saturday?" "Yes. The older girls will be working on a quilt with Fairlight. Mrs. Holcombe and Opal and I are going to have a taffy pull with the other children." Christy started sorting through the supplies on the desk. She didn't want to talk about weddings. She felt David's hand on her shoulder. "It would mean a lot to me. Couldn't you do the taffy thing in the morning and still come with me?" "I can't change it now!" Did he really expect her to drop all her plans just like that? "Don't be upset. I only thought you'd enjoy the time away," he said. "We've both been so busy that we never have time to talk." Christy slowly set down the book she held, and allowed David to turn her so they faced each other. She didn't know how to respond to the longing she saw in his eyes. Her hand braced on his arm kept him from drawing her closer. "Please think about it, Christy." "Thank you for inviting me," she said, "but I can't possibly go." She stepped back, and instantly saw a hard, angry look on his face. "I understand," he said. "Come on, let's get back to the house." There was no further conversation. * * * "No David, I do not understand," said Alice. "Does thee not remember the trouble that was stirred up last time?" Christy's pulse was racing at the thought of the plan David had just described. He couldn't be serious about joining the marshals' search party to find the moonshine still and arrest the blockaders. David adjusted the flame on the lamp and then paced across the front of the school room, where he, Christy and Alice had met after supper. "Of course I remember," David said, "but I can't stand by and let these moonshine runners spread their poison through Cutter Gap. Bird's-Eye dared to store it under my church last time. Look at what happened in school this morning with the Holt boys. No, I must speak against it and act against it." "But David," Christy said, "why you? Isn't that Marshal Long's job? You might be shot." "There may very likely be shooting if the still is discovered," Alice said. "Should I ignore the danger to the Cove?" David said, pausing to face Alice. "Should I hide behind my pulpit when I see how drunkenness destroys families attending this church? Bird's-Eye Taylor is making and selling his white lightning right here, and I can't look the other way!" Even in the dim lamplight, Christy couldn't miss the fiery look in David's eyes. Why was he defying Miss Alice? He seemed angry at both of them, as well as the blockaders. "There are better ways to deal with this problem," Miss Alice said. "When Marshal Long met me in Knoxville and asked for my help," David said, "I knew this was something I had to do. Maybe God led him to me." Alice's voice was sharp. "It is one thing to encounter danger as you follow God's leading, doing what you believe is right, and a completely different thing to provoke that danger yourself." Alice pressed her palms together. "I agree that moonshine is ruining the lives of the people we're trying to serve. But you cannot serve them or win them over when you act in rash anger or bitterness." "Please, David," Christy said, "listen to Miss Alice. If it is Bird's-Eye who's running the still, there must be another way to stop him." David crossed his arms on his chest. "I've already promised to meet Gentry Long in Lyleton on Tuesday. I'll be back as soon as this business is cleared up." Alice stood. "I see that we will not persuade thee tonight." She turned at the doorway. "I will pray for thy safety, David, but I fear you're putting God to the test. No good will come of this." ............ ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 2 by Annie ........................... Of all the children crowded into the mission house kitchen, it was Little Burl Allen who caught Christy's eye. The excited children were watching Mrs. Holcombe and Opal McHone stir pots of taffy on the stove. It was Christy's job on that rainy afternoon to keep the children out of the women's way until the taffy was ready to be pulled. There were many voices calling for Christy's attention, but Burl's serious face drew her toward him without a word. Before she reached Burl, Christy stopped to examine the hands of children she passed, and sent several to wash more carefully. She finally made it to the boy, and dropped to one knee to hear him better in the noisy room. "Yes, Little Burl?" she said, taking his hands in hers and checking them as well. "Teacher, are you okay?" As Christy looked at him quizzically, he asked, "Why're you so sad?" Christy managed to keep her jaw from dropping, but she was caught completely off guard by his question. Before she could think of an answer, a small hand touched her arm, and she turned to see Mountie O'Teale standing next to her. Little Burl continued, "Mountie says you're sad. Are you?" How did these children know something was wrong? Christy had meant to be cheerful at this holiday gathering, and had tried to hide her anxiety about David. Throughout the afternoon, however, her mind kept returning to his angry words and the danger he faced. "Well, I am worried about some things," Christy said, "but I'm not--" She stopped, unable to lie to the children. She was sad, although she hadn't admitted it to herself. She couldn't stop worrying that David would be injured or killed, and that others would be drawn into the trouble. Mountie's solemn blue eyes fastened on Christy's. "I hope you feel better, Teacher." Christy put an arm around each child. "You always help me to feel better by doing your best in school and by being kind to each other." She tried to put as much sincerity into her face and voice as she could. "This here taffy's done cookin'!" Christy was rescued by Mrs. Holcombe's voice calling out from the other side of the room. "Get me the greased pan quick, afore the candy turns to rock!" Christy rushed to clear the children out of the way. Soon Opal also turned from the stove and poured the hot mixture from her pot into another pan to begin cooling. Despite stern warnings, more than a few impatient fingers were scorched, testing the readiness of the taffy. Once it was cool enough to handle, Christy cut a piece of the soft, sticky candy and showed the children how to stretch it. Soon they were all paired off, energetically pulling the taffy, folding it double, and stretching again. The two mothers who had worked so hard at the stove now sat near the door to cool themselves. Miss Alice appeared in the doorway and joined the women, chatting and watching the activity with amusement. One child's voice began singing, "O Come, All Ye Faithful," and immediately the others joined in, filling the house with the strains of the Christmas carol. Miss Alice signaled to Christy. It took her a while to weave among the strings of taffy. Alice spoke quietly as Christy joined them, "I wanted to see how Fairlight and the older girls are progressing with the quilt, but I don't want to spoil my surprise." Christy's eyes opened wide, and Alice continued with a smile. "Did thee think I didn't know? Opal has offered to go across to the parlor and help them with the quilt. I'll stay here with the children." Opal looked up shyly. "I reckon you don't need me here no more, Miss Christy. Iris is sittin' with Fairlight and the gals, and she's prob'ly gettin' in their hair by now." "Wait a minute, Opal," Christy said. The song was just ending, and Christy raised her hands to get the attention of the children. At her instruction, they loudly thanked the ladies who had prepared the candy for them. The rest of the afternoon passed in a whirl of excitement. Christy was aware of the children observing her, so she did her best to keep her mind on the events at hand, slipping back and forth between the quilting and taffy-pulling groups. Her smile for Little Burl and Mountie was extra bright, but her heart remained heavy. * * * The horse's breath formed steam as it hit the cold morning air. Christy held Prince's bridle and stroked his nose as David checked to see that the gear was firmly tied onto the saddle. Christy could see the knotted muscles in David's jaw as he silently worked. Alice stood on the steps of the porch, watching sternly. Christy knew David had meant to leave before anyone else was awake, but she and Alice had risen while it was dark. Alice hadn't spoken of the marshals since their conversation in the schoolhouse, though Christy knew she was furious. It was clear David didn't want to talk about it now. "David," Alice said, "did thee not see how the men in church on Sunday were divided as soon as thee mentioned moonshine in thy sermon? Kyle Coburn was in a heated discussion with Jed Horner after the service, and I am certain it was not about the weather, or even about the Scripture text of Jesus overturning the tables in the temple." Without looking up from his preparations, David replied, "I saw it too, but that's to be expected. Who can be neutral where such evil is threatening us? I want to know who's on my side." "Your side!" Christy said. "I didn't mean... It's, it's not like that." "But it is like that," Alice said. "David, what has caused such anger in thee? Does thee really see these men as enemies? Because if thee does, the stills will continue to make moonshine, and the feuding will go on. Anger, hatred, divisions have brought them to this unfortunate state. Riding with the marshals will not change that." "Maybe not," David said. "But I don't know what will." Alice turned both palms up. "Only God's love will change them." David was quiet as he bent to check the horse's shoes. When he straightened up, he met Alice's somber gaze. Christy knew he would never change his mind. "I've been in Cutter Gap nearly two years now," he said, "and I honestly can't see how God's love has made a difference in some of these people. I certainly haven't made a difference." David's voice trembled slightly, and he paused, crossing his arms on his chest. "I've wanted to be a good minister. They listen if they happen to agree with me, or if there's some urgent need. But as soon as my words are inconvenient, it's as though I'd never been here." "That's not true!" Christy's hand stretched out toward him, but he remained motionless. "You've done so much to help with your preaching and your hard work," she said. "Don't you remember how you brought families back together when the men had been at the tea house? And everyone respects you for your dedication when the children were sick with scarlet fever. How can you believe that there hasn't been change?" "Because the moonshine is flowing again!" David said. "It's all around us, and it's poisoning any progress we may have made. It's in your school. I saw more whiskey jugs at that Lufty Branch wedding on Saturday than ever before." "We share thy frustration," Alice said. "But you must see that joining with the marshals will only provoke more anger, and deepen the divisions." She placed her palms together in supplication. "Christmas should be a time for coming together, not fighting. The people of Cutter Gap need their pastor to lead in making peace." "David, please don't go," Christy said. David swung himself up into the saddle. "Alice, I've tried it your way. But they think I'm only so much fancy talk. Maybe a taste of the law will be effective where words aren't." He pulled the reins sharply and called over his shoulder, "Remember, the marshals don't want anyone to know of this! I'll be back in a few days." * * * At the corner of the house David glanced back one last time, and saw the two women staring at him, obviously shocked and frustrated. Without a wave, he turned away. He'd only gone short distance beyond the mission house when he met Neil MacNeill coming the other way. Each man slowed his horse as they passed. "Good morning, Reverend." The doctor's eyes were on the bed roll and rifle tied behind David's saddle. "Going away?" MacNeill asked. "Doctor." David touched his hat and nudged Prince onward without another word. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 3 by Annie ........................... Neil stopped his horse and twisted in his saddle to stare at Grantland as he rode away. When Neil looked back toward the house, he was even more surprised at the sight of Christy and Alice. They looked stunned. Neil had been looking forward to seeing Christy. Although he'd been careful to avoid being alone with her since her injury and illness last month, Neil had allowed himself to anticipate the pleasure of her company this morning. They would be at the busy mission house, and therefore safe from any private moments. Now his heart sank at her obvious distress. "I see I've come at a bad time." Neil remained in the saddle, looking back and forth between the two women. Alice was clearly angry. "Shall I come back later?" he asked. There was no reply -- they were both still staring after the preacher -- so he started to turn his horse. Finally Alice looked up. "No, there's no need to go. Thee is welcome, Doctor." She looked once more toward the road, and then held out her hand. "What can we do for you?" Before Neil could reply, Christy had caught his horse's bridle. "Please stay, Doctor MacNeill," she said. "Won't you come inside for breakfast? Coffee?" Her invitation seemed more sincere than Alice's. He paused a moment, and then asked, "Is there time to talk about the men's reading class?" Neil dismounted and looped the reins around the hitching post, looking hesitantly at the women. Christy immediately agreed, and ushered them all into the kitchen, where she poured coffee. She was obviously trying to dispel the tension as she described the children's taffy-pulling and sewing party, but Neil couldn't overlook her unhappiness. Christy tried to include Alice, but gave up after a few attempts. Unable to contain his concern and curiosity, Neil asked, "What's wrong here? Did something happen to Reverend Grantland?" Christy stiffened at his words. Neil continued, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" "Thank you, Doctor," Alice replied, "but no." The finality in her tone warned him not to pursue the question. She picked up the empty water bucket and walked out the door, saying over her shoulder, "You have but a few minutes before school starts." Christy was nervously shuffling pots around the stove top. Neil saw her hands trembling as she said, "Why don't we sit in the parlor? There's a fire to keep us warm, and we won't have any peace in here once Ruby Mae comes downstairs." Before he could respond, Christy led the way. "Did you want your coffee?" Neil followed, with his saddle bags slung over his shoulder and a cup in each hand. Christy kept her eyes anywhere but on him as they took seats in the parlor. Neil was sure her nervousness was due to this secret trouble with David Grantland. Neil had been dreading a wedding announcement for weeks, but it had never come. "Have you been well?" he asked. "Quite well, thank you. Shall we talk about the men's class?" Neil clearly wasn't going to discover anything. He took a quick gulp of coffee, and then slid a book and some papers out of his saddle bags. He'd sketched out a basic lesson in arithmetic for the men, in the form of simple bookkeeping. As he described his plan to Christy, he was gratified to see her enthusiasm return. Her pale, sad look was replaced by a cheerful, animated expression. Though Neil was careful to remain rather formal, Christy was soon comfortable, paging through the book and chatting as he scribbled notes of her suggestions. When Ruby Mae rushed down the stairs and greeted them on her way to the kitchen, Christy told Neil she'd have to leave for school soon. "Thanks for your help,"Neil said. "I think I'll stick to reading for our first meeting, but I wanted to have a few lessons ready. Jeb's back from selling his honey, and he's all eagerness to get started. Bogg, too. We're only waiting for Bob Allen to finish milling a load of corn." Neil leaned forward to collect his book and papers from the low table, but Christy stopped him with a light touch on his hand. "Where will your class meet?" she asked. "At my house, of course." Neil guessed what she would say next. "It's such a long way from Mr. Allen's house to yours, and even Jeb and Uncle Bogg live far from you," Christy said. "You should hold the class here, to make it easier for them." Christy spread her hands out to the parlor. "You can meet in this room. Miss Alice and I will be glad to make some refreshments for you." "I don't know," Neil said slowly. He didn't really object to meeting at the mission house, but he knew Christy would want to be involved. Neil needed to keep a distance between them, with no chance to stir gossip. "I won't be in your way," Christy said, "and I'll make sure you're not disturbed. You won't even see Ruby Mae." "I'd rather we just--" "Why don't you give it a try, and see if it works out?" "Well..." Christy had won, though Neil didn't feel as annoyed as he'd expected. "Good!" she said, jumping up from her chair. "There's something I want to give you for the class. Wait right here," she called as she dashed up the stairs. She returned holding a thin copybook. "We began the women's reading class last week, you know. Only Opal came, and of course Fairlight, but Liz Ann Roberts has promised to join us. I started a book like this, with the names, date, and a few words about what we did." She held it out to Neil. "Would you do that for your classes?" "All right, but why?" "So you can see their progress week by week," she said. "Won't it help to know what they did well, or had trouble with, or liked, or didn't like? We'll be able to do even better with the next class." She was standing very close. Her finger traced the edge of the copybook as he held it. Neil grinned as he slowly backed away. "Next class! You're ambitious, aren't you?" Christy's smile faded momentarily -- she must have noticed that he was uncomfortable, and she stepped back a little shyly. However, her cheerfulness soon returned. "I have faith in you, Doctor," she said, "and in these people. There will be more classes." * * * "Teacher?" The word echoed through the empty classroom. Christy turned from the blackboard to see Zack and Wraight Holt in the doorway. She set the chalk down and beckoned them to her desk. "What is it, boys?" They shuffled forward, each with his hat crumpled in his fist. She hoped they were returning to school, but the expressionless look on their faces gave her no clue. Both boys kept their eyes down. Christy shivered as a gust of cold air from the open doorway reached her. Wraight spoke first. "We wanted to come afore school started, if'n you'll hear us out." Christy nodded. "Of course." "First off," Wraight said, "we're powerful sorry for what we done, comin' in here all likkered up. Ain't no excuse for it." "We're real sorry, Teacher," Zack said. "We done some thinkin', like Miss Alice told us." "That's good," Christy said. "What about your father?" The brothers exchanged a look, and Christy was sure that Ozias had given them a severe beating. "Pa was real mad," Zack said. "But no more'n we deserved," Wraight added. "And like Doc MacNeill always says, we lived to tell of it." Christy was amazed at the stoic attitude of these boys. "Point is, we aim to give up moonshine for good and all." "I'm so glad to hear that. I've been hoping you boys would come back to school." "I ain't comin' back," Wraight said. "No," Christy said softly. He was only fifteen years old. "It's high time I started actin' like a real man," Wraight said, nodding his head to emphasize his point. "My mind's made up. After Christmas I'm headin' for Knoxville, to get me a job." "Wraight, an education will help you to get a better job," Christy said. "If you stay on in school until the spring--" "I thank you for wantin' me back, Teacher. Serve me right if you threw me out, after what I done," Wraight said, "but I got to go. Pa says so, too." Christy turned to the younger boy. "Zack, you're not leaving, are you?" "I wanted to," he replied, glancing at his brother. "No, ma'am, he ain't," Wraight said. "You'll stay in school?" she asked. "Yes'm," Zack said. "Pa won't let me back till I finish out my punishment chores." As she looked at the brothers, Christy realized that no amount of persuasion would change Wraight's mind. She hated to lose a student. The conversation ended as other children arrived for school, and the Holt boys slipped out the side door. * * * "Who can tell me what city was the capital of the United States before Washington?" Christy looked out at the raised hands. "Zady Spencer?" "Philadephia." "That's right. Who knows what year Washington became the capital? Orter Ball O'Teale?" Christy was well into the first lesson of the day when Creed and Little Burl Allen appeared at the door, dirty and disheveled. Christy met them as they slunk toward their seats. "You boys are very late!" She marched them back outside, where she brushed dirt, leaves, and bits of twigs from their hair and clothing. "What happened to you two?" she asked as they re-entered the classroom. The entire class was enjoying the interruption in the history lesson, and Creed didn't miss this opportunity to hold their attention. "You see, Teacher, me and Burl wasn't three steps outta the house when Scalawag got loose and come tearin' after us. We knowed we had to get him back in the cabin, but that critter weren't about to go." "We was runnin' all over, tryin' to catch him," Little Burl said. "He woulda followed us here," Creed said, "but I made a pact with you, Teacher, so we had no choice -- we had to get him inside. I couldn't break my word, now could I?" Christy enjoyed hearing how the boys had chased through the forest after the raccoon. She was sure the adventure had been much less dramatic, but allowed Creed to finish his tale. "Now I want you both to wash hands and face before you sit down," Christy said. "And to make up for being late, I have some writing exercises for you to do during lunchtime," she added, hands on her hips. She didn't blink as both boys looked at her pleadingly. * * * Two days later Christy was assigning the children their parts to memorize for the Christmas singing. "Isaak McHone," Christy said, "you'll have the announcement from the angel to Mary." As she handed Isaak the paper with his lines, she looked across the room at Creed, who was wriggling in his seat. "Creed Allen, sit still! Can you tell me the name of the angel who spoke to Mary?" "Sorry, Teacher," Creed said, "but I'm itchin' somethin' fierce. That angel's name was Gabriel. He was a man-angel, wasn't he?" He rubbed his chin on his shoulder. Sam Houston Holcombe raised his hand. "I recollect plenty of man-angels in the Bible, Teacher, but they never talked 'bout no gal-angels. Keep to yourself, will ya?" This last command was to Little Burl, who was squirming on on the bench beside him. Sam Houston turned back to Christy. "Are there gal-angels, Teacher?" A voice from the doorway answered. "Thee asks the most interesting questions, Sam Houston." All eyes turned to Miss Alice. "Scripture tells us that angels are completely different from men and women and all creatures on earth," Miss Alice said. "Their whole existence is to serve God at his throne in heaven, and to do His bidding." "Children," Christy said, "Miss Alice is going to give the Bible lesson again today, while Mr. Grantland is away. She's going to tell us the Christmas story. This is the scripture I want you all to recite at the singing, so pay close attention." Christy's eye was caught once more by Creed's restless movement, and she quickly crossed the room to stop his foolery. She caught Creed's shoulder, but as soon as she turned the boy to face her, she called out, "Miss Alice!" ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 4 by Annie ........................... Dr. MacNeill released Creed's arm and leaned back in his chair. "Well, Alice," he said, "you're right. The rash isn't fully broken out yet, but as improbable as it seems, this is poison ivy." "How can that be?" Christy crossed the parlor to stand between Little Burl and Creed, who slumped miserably on straight-backed chairs. She watched curiously as the doctor rummaged in his saddle bags. "There are no leaves anywhere," she said. "How could they have gotten poison ivy in the winter?" "The vines and branches secrete the oil as well as the leaves," Neil said, "though it's more difficult to come into contact with them." He began to smear a thin layer of whitish ointment on the older boy. "Creed, what exactly were you doing climbing through the underbrush on your way to school?" Creed's usual mischievous sparkle was extinguished. "Well sir, we was chasin' Scalawag, and then we was kinda wrastlin', and got all tangled up in the bushes." "We didn't know 'bout no poison ivy, Doc," Little Burl said, "else we wouldn't never touch it -- honest." He started to scratch his neck, but a cough and glance from Miss Alice stopped him. Christy's heart went out to the two suffering children. "We know that, Little Burl," Christy said. "Doctor MacNeill's lotion is going make you feel better." She lightly patted the top of Burl's head and then clasped her hands, not sure how to comfort him. "You can't get poison ivy from his rash, Miss Huddleston," Neil said. "It's all right to touch him." Christy smiled in relief, then knelt between the boys and held out a hand to each. The doctor finished with Creed, whose face, neck, hands, forearms and ankles were now patched in whitish gray. "You're going to have to be very brave," Neil said to the brothers. "Even with the lotion, you'll itch like the devil." Burl's fingers tightened on Christy's as the doctor gently held his chin and applied the ointment. "Already do," Creed said. Neil was nearly done with Burl when Christy saw Creed's hand slide slowly toward his ankle. Neil must have seen it, too, because he snatched Creed's wrist. "Don't," Neil said. "The very worst thing you can do is scratch, because the hives will last even longer. If you think your skin's afire now, it'll be ten times worse if it's infected from scratching." The boys were contrite, and Neil's stern expression finally softened. "The rash won't last too long," he said. "Will we miss the Christmas singin'?" Little Burl's voice quavered. Christy had been wondering the same thing. "Don't worry, boys," Neil said, winking at the children. "You'll be much better by then -- as long as you don't scratch!" Neil put another touch of ointment on Burl's ankle, and then wiped his own hands clean. "Ladies, are there any nail-clipping scissors in the house?" "I have a pair," Christy said, and she hurried to her bedroom, where she quickly located her nail-trimmers. When she returned to the parlor, she stood next to Miss Alice, watching as the doctor pared the fingernails of each boy. Neil's hands were large, but he managed the petite scissors very well. Christy smiled at his forethought. Creed and Burl could hardly resist the urge to scratch, but they wouldn't be able to do much damage without long nails. "Thank you, Miss Huddleston." Neil handed back the scissors, keeping his eyes on the boys. "Sit still for a minute while I talk to Miss Christy and Miss Alice." The adults gathered at the window. "You must keep watch over the other children for the hives," Neil said. "Some of them were bound to have come in contact with these boys' clothing. I'll give you some of the lotion. Be sure not to get it in their eyes or mouth." Christy looked down at her hands. She'd been the first to touch the boys. "We'll see to it, Doctor," Alice said. "Will you take Creed and Little Burl home now?" Neil nodded, and Alice continued, "I'll send along some oatmeal for Mary to use in their bath." "Oatmeal?" Christy asked. At the same moment, both brothers responded with horror. "Bath!" Neil answered Christy first. "Oatmeal's very soothing to the skin. Mary will no doubt add some herbs as well." He then turned to face the boys, stopping their wriggling with a look. "That's right, a bath. It's no use complaining or crying. Go on outside and wait for me by Charlie, but if I see you scratching, I'll wrap your hands in bandages and tie them at your waist!" Alice went into the kitchen, and Christy followed the doctor out into the breezeway, where he began to wash at the basin. "Doctor MacNeill, I touched their clothing -- a little. I brushed off the dirt before they came into the classroom." Before Christy finished speaking, Neil had snatched both her hands and was examining them closely, oblivious to the soapy water dripping on their clothing and shoes. When he looked up, his eyes seemed to accuse her. "Did you wash your hands right away?" "Not until lunch," she said. Neil searched again for any signs of the rash. Christy bent to look as well, nearly bumping heads with him. "Well," he said, "there's nothing now, but it could erupt anytime within a few days." He finally released her hands. "Don't worry, Christy, it won't be anything like Creed's or Burl's." Christy handed him a towel, then stood beside him and watched the brothers, who were petting the doctor's horse. Creed had plucked some grass and was offering it to Charlie. The other children were playing at recess. Christy didn't know how long it would take for the poison ivy to clear up. At least tomorrow was Saturday, giving the boys time to recover. "Will they be able to come to school next week?" she asked. "It's hard to say," Neil said. "The rash hasn't fully broken out yet. I'll know the extent of it by tomorrow or the next day. Those rascals will be lucky if they avoid infection." Alice appeared in the doorway, and Neil joined her in the kitchen. As Christy called the children back into the school, she saw Dr. MacNeill lifting the boys into his saddle. Her eye scanned the faces of her students. How many others would develop the rash? * * * The slanting rays of the afternoon sun warned Christy to hurry. There wouldn't be much time before dark to visit the Allens. This Sunday had not been very restful, with David still away, and Christy and Alice obliged to be secretive about his absence. In her basket Christy carried a jar of her mother's grape jelly, a picture book of animals, and another of trains. She knew Little Burl and Creed loved these books, and hoped the illustrations and the treat would provide a distraction from their itching. As Christy passed under a low-hanging branch, she felt the tickle of a spider's thread on her cheek; she brushed it away, keeping up her brisk pace. She picked her way across a shallow stream and was starting up a steep hill when her path was abruptly blocked by two men. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 5 by Annie ........................... "Mr. Taylor!" Christy didn't recognize the tall, thin man who stood a few feet behind Bird's-Eye. Each held a rifle across his chest. Their icy stares sent a chill down her spine. Bird's-Eye said, "Heard the Preacher's been sermonizin' 'bout moonshine again." Christy couldn't breathe. How much did Bird's-Eye know? The other man took a step toward her, but a jerk of Bird's-Eye's head halted him. Christy caught a whiff of alcohol. "Don't mean you no harm," Bird's-Eye said to Christy, "but I got a message for your Rev'rend. You tell him we ain't gonna put up with meddlin'. You tell him if'n he knows what's good for him --" Christy shuddered as his threat sank in, "-- he'll leave off his yammerin' agin us." Once again the stranger moved forward, and he didn't stop at Bird's-Eye's growl. The smell of liquor was strong as the man leered at Christy and said, "Tell Preacher he oughta preach about lovin' your neighbor." Christy backed away in horror when she saw the man's dirty hand reach toward her. Bird's-Eye crashed the barrel of his rifle onto his companion's arm. "Dern fool!" The men glared at each other for a long moment. All three heads turned at the distant sound of a horse's whinny. Two riders appeared at the crest of the hill. Before Christy could move or call out, Bird's-Eye and the other man crossed the creek and disappeared silently into the heavy thicket. Christy finally found her voice. "HELP!" She recognized Neil MacNeill and Daniel Scott. Her eyes immediately locked on the doctor's face, even at a distance. Though the two riders approached at full gallop, she stood alone and vulnerable for a long time. Neil sharply pulled his horse to a stop just a few yards away. By the time he reached her and grasped her arms, she was wavering. "Christy, are you hurt? Did they touch you?" She shook her head, but no sound came out of her mouth. She felt herself begin to tremble; only her eyes remained steady, clinging to Neil's. In another moment Dan was at her side. "Miss Christy, we saw Bird's-Eye, but who was that man with him? What happened?" Christy's mouth went dry at the mention of the stranger, and she began shaking badly. Neil's grip tightened on her arms. "Dan," he said, never looking away from her face, "will you see if they're still about?" At that, Christy clutched his coat with both fists. Her breath came in sobs, and she blinked as tears formed. "You're safe, Christy," Neil whispered. "No one's going to hurt you." She heard Dan mount his horse and splash across the stream, but Christy saw nothing beyond Neil's chest as she tried to control her rapid breathing and trembling. He didn't question her, but Christy knew she must tell him about the two men. She had believed that a mountain man would never touch a woman, but the stranger terrified her. He'd meant to harm her, and Bird's-Eye couldn't have stopped him. As soon as Christy attempted to speak, the feeling of panic overwhelmed her again, choking off her air. "It's all right. Take your time." Neil's arms were around her now. "Let's sit down over here." He led her to a fallen tree, seated her on the trunk, and then straddled it beside her. In another few seconds Neil was arranging his coat over her shoulders. Christy was still shivering, but she tried to stop him. "It's too cold to go without your coat." She would have given it back, but Neil pulled it even more snugly about her. "You found your voice," Neil said. "Leave the coat on, Christy. I'll be fine." He began to rub slow circles on her back. As warmth finally returned to her body, she noticed an itch on her cheek, and brushed at it once or twice. At his instruction she took deep breaths to relax. She'd just smiled weakly at Neil when a sound in the bushes across the stream brought her to her feet in alarm, expecting to see the leering face of the stranger. "They're back!" she said. Neil was instantly beside her. When they saw Dan emerge from the thicket, Neil eased Christy back to the log. His arm about her waist was reassuring, and his whispered words were comforting, but Christy's nerves were raw. She buried her face in her hands, hiding the tears she could no longer hold back. Dan tethered both horses and then crouched before Christy. "There's no sign of them." He dug into his pocket for a handkerchief. As Christy wiped her eyes and nose, she caught a serious glance between the two men. "What? What did you find?" Her eyes darted back and forth across the heavy underbrush on the other side of the stream. "You saw something!" "No, no, they're gone," Dan said. "Miss Christy, what happened?" Neil patted her back lightly. "Can you tell us?" Christy sat up straight, took a deep breath, and let the air out slowly. She wasn't completely steady, but she began to describe her encounter with Bird's-Eye and his companion. Her composure faded as Neil grew more and more agitated. As Christy finished her story, he stood abruptly. "What did I tell you, Dan? The last time Grantland preached against moonshine he stirred up a hornet's nest, and it's happening all over again. The whole Cove is taking sides." Neil put one boot up on the log and thumped his fist on his knee. "Didn't he think Bird's-Eye would fight back? What good is it to call them sinners and threaten them with hellfire? How long has Grantland been here, and he hasn't learned to deal with mountain men!" Neil's sharp words stunned Christy. She looked at him in confusion. "I can't believe you'd defend Bird's-Eye Taylor?" "Of course not!" Neil sat beside her again and lowered his voice, though he still spoke passionately. "But whom did they come after? You! It was the same last time, when they set fire to the schoolhouse, and you were hurt. Can't you see--" "Doctor," Dan said, "we should get Miss Christy back to the mission." Neil rubbed his neck. "You're right. Come, Christy, we'll take you home. Do you feel strong enough to ride?" "Yes," she said, "but I was on my way to the Allens'. I have books for Creed and Little Burl." Christy remembered her presents and scanned the ground. "Where's my basket?" Dan spotted it, and gathered up the spilled contents. Neil looked annoyed as he led her toward the horses. "Christy, you've had quite a scare. Dan and I have just come from the there, and we did all we could to make the boys comfortable. You'd best put off this visit." Christy tugged his arm until he stopped and faced her. "Put it off until when? Please, I need to see them." She rubbed at her cheek again, and was surprised when Neil pulled her hand away. Her eyes opened wide as he cupped her chin and ran his finger across her cheek. "I thought so," he said. "What?" "You've got poison ivy." Christy quickly pulled off a glove and brushed aside Neil's hand to feel her cheek. The skin was raised in a series of bumps. "You must have it on your hands, too," Neil said. "Let me see." Sure enough, there were faint hives beginning to show. "I should have washed right away," Christy said. "Why didn't I keep the boys away from the others! Three children had poison ivy on their arms and hands today. If only I'd been more careful...." Christy hugged her arms to herself, trying to control the trembling that had resumed. "No, Christy. You couldn't have known about the poison ivy." Neil's hands on her shoulders calmed her, though she kept her eyes on the ground until gentle pressure prompted her to look up. She saw compassion on his face, and her trembling ceased. "Listen to me," he said. "I know you're frightened, but you're all right now." Dan Scott had untethered the horses. Christy glanced at Dan, and then back at Neil. "Thank you. For everything." Her throat was still taut. "Will you take me to the Allens'? Please." Neil frowned as Christy gave him back his coat. "All right, but only a short visit. When we get you home we need to talk to Alice and Grantland about Bird's-Eye and his friend." Christy was surprised Neil didn't know that David was still away, or what he was doing. Dan didn't seem to know, either. They'd find out eventually, and Neil would certainly be furious, but she decided not to tell him just now -- he might change his mind and take her straight home. As they rode, Christy's mind raced from one fear to another. She was afraid they might meet Bird's-Eye and the stranger, and flinched whenever a squirrel dashed across their path or a bird fluttered up from the bushes. Although Neil quietly reassured her, patting her hand as she clasped his waist, she couldn't relax. Christy shuddered at the thought of David confronting those dangerous men. Unaccountably, she thought of the last time she'd ridden on horseback with Neil. It was the day in early autumn when Dan's cabin had burned down. She and Neil had spent the afternoon talking and strolling in the meadow. That was the last time she could recall being happy and comfortable with him. Christy leaned her forehead against him for a few moments, wishing they could be close friends again. She knew Neil was worried. He craned his neck often to glimpse her face, and slowed Charlie to a walk, allowing her time to calm her nerves. Christy hated to keep any secret from him, but remained silent. How often had she hoped to see Neil, only to meet now under such awful circumstances? ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 6 by Annie ........................... The visit with the Allen boys was brief and cheerful. Neil marveled at Christy's ability to hide her distress. She'd even laughed at herself as she showed them her own poison ivy rash, bringing smiles to the swollen faces of Creed and Little Burl. Neil glimpsed the fear behind her brave front as he applied ointment to her cheek and hands, but it was quickly masked again as she described the preparations for the Christmas singing. The picture books and jelly made Creed and Burl the envy of the family. It was a good sign that Creed immediately began trading chores and favors for tastes of jelly. Afterward, waiting for Rob to bring their horses from the barn, Neil spoke quietly to Christy. "You were right to come. The change in the boys' spirit was remarkable." "Thank you, Doctor," she said. "I would have been disappointed if I'd missed this." Neil climbed into the saddle and reached down for Christy's hand. Once she was settled behind him he whispered over his shoulder, "The change in you was remarkable, too. But how are you really feeling?" Christy's only answer was a sigh. They waved goodbye to the Allens and were some distance from the house before any of them spoke. Christy's arms tightened around Neil as they followed Dan's horse into the deep dusk of the woods. Dan looked over his shoulder at them. "It'll be dark by the time we get you home, Miss Christy." Neil added, "I hope they know you're out here." Neil felt her take a deep breath. "Doctor MacNeill, Dan," Christy said, "I need to tell you something." * * * No one would meet Neil's eye as he stared around the dining room table. "So you've no idea where the marshals went? Raven Gap? Pebble Mountain?" He had an urge to pound the table, but kept his arms tightly crossed on his chest. Alice had been holding her knife and fork as though she meant to eat, but now laid them down beside her barely touched dinner. "We only know that David was to meet Gentry Long in Lyleton five days ago. I imagine they've been hiding by day and searching for the still by night." Dan spoke up. "But if someone had seen the marshals, wouldn't word have spread by now?" "Like fire," Neil said. "And we'd know if they'd found the still. I'd be extracting bullets." Once again he looked from face to face. "Or closing the eyes of the dead." Across the table from Neil, Christy shuddered. She'd hardly spoken since he and Dan had brought her home. The terror of her encounter with Bird's-Eye still showed in her face. Neil's heart went out to her, but he was too angry to restrain his words. "Foolishness like this will destroy everything you've worked for all these years," he said. "The moonshining won't stop, and the feud won't be solved. They'll just see it as the mission taking sides." "We know that, Neil." Alice's voice was steady, though her eyes belied her calm. "Then why didn't you stop him!" Neil shouted. "If Bird's-Eye threatened Christy when he only knew about Grantland's sermon, what will he do when he finds out about the marshals? Have you forgotten what happened last time?" There was no answer to Neil's challenge, and his temper cooled slightly in the silence that followed. "Look," he said, "one thing is certain. Christy cannot go out alone." He fastened his eyes on Christy until she met his gaze. He expected an argument, but saw no resistance in her thoughtful expression. Once again her sadness cut his heart. After a long moment, Christy looked at Alice and then Dan Scott. They both nodded their agreement. "Thee must be wise," Alice said. "Until this situation is resolved, it's best to be accompanied whenever thee leaves the mission. I shall stay close to home, and keep my rifle at hand." "Good," Neil said. "Doctor," said Dan, "if it's all right, I can ask Mr. Spencer to help, too." "I think not," Neil said. "It's best if we keep this as quiet as possible for now. No need to stir things up more than they are already." Neil looked curiously at Alice. "Speaking of quiet, what have you done with Ruby Mae?" "She is at the Spencers' this evening, and should be returning shortly for her supper." Alice began to clear the table. "Fairlight's been helping the older girls to make a quilt," Christy said, "and she lets them work on it in the evening. Ruby Mae's been there nearly every day." She looked at Neil sharply. "Do you think...?" "She'll be safe enough," Neil said. "Does she know about the marshals?" "No," Alice said, "she's been told only that Reverend Grantland is away for a few days." "There's one more thing," Neil said. "You should think about closing the school." "No!" Christy said. "For safety," Neil continued. "I don't think you want the children walking back and forth to school between marshals and blockaders." "We will consider it, Doctor," Alice said as she left the dining room. As Christy carried a stack of dishes, Neil turned in his chair and lightly touched her arm. He tried to catch her eye. "I'm sorry this happened to you." Christy paused, but kept her eyes on the doorway, responding only with a slight nod. Neil let his hand drop, and she continued toward the kitchen. When both women were gone, Neil retrieved his coat from a peg on the wall, and rummaged through the pockets. "This is a bad business, Dan. I don't see how it can end well." Neil drew out his pipe and tobacco pouch, and stepped outside for a smoke. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 7 by Annie ........................... The sky was just brightening the following morning when Christy stepped onto the porch. She took a slow, deep breath of the frosty air, but suddenly stopped short. The empty milk pail bumped against her leg. Was it safe to walk across the yard to the barn? Had Dr. MacNeill and Miss Alice meant she shouldn't even go outside alone? She stood in indecision until the sound of an approaching horse startled her. With her heart in her throat, she backed against the door, ready to dart inside. Suddenly the rider came into view, and she rushed forward. "David!" As soon as his feet were on the ground she embraced him tightly. "We were so worried." His arms encircled her, and she felt his chin resting on top of her head. When she finally drew back, Christy looked up into his face. His shoulders sagged and his eyes were dull. David touched her cheek. "What's this?" "Oh." Christy covered the spot with her hand. "It's poison ivy. Little Burl and Creed Allen got into some vines. They're covered with it, and some of us at school must have touched their clothes." She realized David wasn't paying attention. "You're not hurt, are you?" Christy asked. "Did something happen?" "Nothing happened. We found nothing." David began to yank at the straps on the saddle, trying to loosen them. Prince nickered and stamped his feet. "Did Marshal Long go home, too?" Christy asked. "No, he and his men are still out there. They sent me back." Alice emerged from the house. "Thank God thee is safe! Thee cannot know what we have been through while thee was away. Come inside and have a hot breakfast." "I've hardly closed my eyes for a week. I just want to get some sleep." David untied his bedroll and saddle bags, threw them onto the porch, and led Prince toward the barn. Christy realized she'd been scratching at the hives on her hands. "They didn't find the still," Christy said to Alice, "but the marshals haven't given up the search. Oh, Miss Alice, he sounds so discouraged!" She started to walk after him, but Alice's sharp tone stopped her. "Let him go, Miss Huddleston. Sleep will heal his body. We must continue to pray that God will heal David's spirit in His own time." Alice turned to look out toward the pond, and Christy's eyes followed. "The danger from Mr. Taylor and his friend is not past." * * * Christy worked hard that morning to keep a cheerful atmosphere in the classroom, though her thoughts constantly returned to David and the threat from Bird's-Eye. Fortunately, the spots of poison ivy on her cheek and hands fascinated the children, and served as an excuse for any moments of distraction or low spirits. When Christy released the children for lunch, she went to the house, hoping to find David. Only Fairlight was there, making preparations for dinner. "I ain't seen him," Fairlight said. "Preacher's sure been travelin' a lot lately. Maybe he bought you a special present?" "I don't think so." Fairlight's sly smile disappeared. "You two been fightin'? Did he propose again?" "No, nothing like that." "Then it's his sermon 'bout moonshine, ain't it?" How could she answer honestly? Christy rubbed the hives on her hands. "He thinks he's failed as a pastor because the stills are running again. I don't know how to make him see how much good he's done." "He's done a heap of good," Fairlight said, "but he can't spect things to change quick. Preachin' so hard against moonshine stirs up bad feelings." Fairlight reached out to clasp Christy's hand. "The Preacher's a good man, Christy, but men get a idea in their head and there's no amount of argufyin' that'll turn 'em. You just have to wait till he comes 'round -- and he will." "I hope so," Christy said with a sigh. "I have to get back to the children. Will Opal be here for our reading lesson this afternoon?" "Yep. I seen her yesterday." "What about Liz Ann Roberts?" "Maybe. Don't know." As Christy reached the door, Fairlight called to her. "Don't be goin' back amongst the young'uns with that long face. You best keep in mind that Scripture verse you'n me read. `Whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, ... think on these things.' Ain't there plenty of pure and lovely and good things for you to think on?" Christy was embarrassed. "You're right. Oh Fairlight, I've only been looking at the problems, and not at all the good around me. It's just that sometimes the troubles seem to come in such a flood." "No need to be down on yourself. Everybody feels low now'n again. Things'll come around." Christy hoped her smile was cheerful, though she knew she couldn't fool Fairlight. * * * The reading lesson with Opal and Fairlight was frustratingly short, because both women had to hurry home. Nevertheless, Christy couldn't help but be encouraged at Opal's progress. It made up for the disappointment at Liz Ann's absence. Opal wasn't as quick as her sister, but she'd worked hard to memorize the alphabet. After they reviewed the letters, Christy opened the Bible to the second chapter of Luke, and asked Fairlight to read the story of the shepherds and angels. "Look here," said Fairlight, as she pointed to the Bible in Opal's lap. "This word's 'glory.' Can you make out these next'ns?" Opal squinted at the page for a while, and then carefully pronounced, "To." She stared a while longer, her lips moving silently. Keeping her finger lightly on the next word, she looked up at Christy with awe. "Is this here word 'God'?" "Yes, it is," Christy answered. "You're doing very well, Opal." Opal looked back down at the page. "Glory to God. That's just how I feel." Christy felt joy rising at the miracle taking place before her eyes. She saw Fairlight wipe the corners of her eyes. Fairlight read the rest of the verse: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." "Ain't it a wonder," said Opal. "Miss Christy, I'd be beholden if'n you'd write them words out for me to look at now an' again. We ain't got enough peace nor good will." Fairlight nodded and exchanged a broad smile with the other two women. "That's the truth. But things can change -- can't they?" Christy stayed on at the schoolhouse after Opal and Fairlight left. When she finally stepped out, the sun had dipped behind the mountains in the west. She looked toward the mission house, where she saw David splitting firewood. Miss Alice stood on the porch not far from him. She watched as David kept swinging the ax, pausing now and then as though he were speaking to Miss Alice. He waved his arm once, but Christy wasn't sure if it was in anger. After his curt explanation this morning, she wouldn't be surprised if they were arguing. She was eager to hear of his journeys with the marshals, and to talk to him about her own experiences, but as she began to descend the stairs, she saw Dan Scott riding up the hill from the meadow. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 8 by Annie ........................... Christy waited on the steps as Dan Scott approached the school. "Hello, Dan." "Good afternoon, Miss Huddleston. Winter certainly is in the air." Dan courteously tugged the brim of his hat. "Yes, but it's hard to believe Christmas is only a little more than a week away." "And you'll be going home to Asheville for a visit?" "That's even harder to believe." Dan must have seen through her forced smile. "There's been plenty happening to keep our minds off the holiday." He nodded toward the house, where David was now alone at the woodpile. "I see the Reverend's back. "Yes, he came in before school started this morning." "Was there any trouble?" Dan asked. "No, but I think things didn't go well. The marshals are still searching." Christy stared at David for a while, and then turned back to Dan. "Did you and Doctor MacNeill see Creed and Little Burl again?" "No ma'am," Dan said, "I haven't seen the Doctor today. That little bit of snow we had a few days ago melted and came right in the corner of my roof, and I spent the morning patching it. I visited Miss Hattie this afternoon -- in fact, I've just come from there." "I wish I could get out to see her," Christy said. "I hope she's well?" "Doin' fine. She asked to be remembered to you. I told her about the Christmas singing, and she'll be here. She said she'd get the Doctor to come, too -- pull him by the ear if she has to." They both chuckled, but then Dan continued in a more serious tone. "She's heard about the Reverend's sermon. I don't think it's getting the results he hoped for. From what Miss Hattie says, whether folks are with him or against him, they're all sorry he ever preached about moonshine." "Does she know about..." Christy couldn't finish the sentence. The mere thought of Bird's-Eye's malicious companion constricted her throat. She swallowed hard and sat on the school steps. "I told her what happened to you yesterday." Dan climbed down from the saddle. "Miss Christy, she was as upset as I've ever seen her. She says Bird's-Eye got himself mixed up with men who're wanted by the law for things worse than making moonshine." He twisted the reins in his hands. "What's strange is that there's still no word of the marshals." "You didn't tell her?" Christy asked. "No. Doctor MacNeill did say we should keep this quiet. People don't seem to know they're in Cutter Gap. Miss Hattie would have heard." "Ben Pentland was here today, and he never mentioned it. The children haven't talked about it, either. That must mean Marshal Long hasn't found anything." Christy was thankful that David had come home safely, and that they'd all escaped injury so far -- but she was sure it couldn't last. She hugged her arms, pulling her cape close about her. "Miss Christy, let me walk you back to the house," Dan said. "It gets dark so early these days. It's best to be inside." Christy felt the tightness return. She looked around the deserted school yard. "Do you think Bird's-Eye is this close?" "Probably not, but after my cabin burned down in the fall he was like a ghost, haunting the edges of my yard, never fully showing himself. He's got me so shook up I see him behind every tree." As they neared David, who was still attacking the wood, he straightened, stretching his back. He seemed somber, but Christy was relieved to see him smile and shake hands with Dan. "Let me give you a hand, Reverend," Dan said. "Thanks, but I'm nearly done here." However, David didn't protest when Dan stepped forward to collect the scattered logs and arrange them on the wood pile. Christy climbed to the porch. "Dan, you'll stay to supper, won't you?" "Thank you, ma'am, I'll be glad to," Dan replied. She watched for a few moments, hoping to catch David's eye. She finally entered the house. Maybe this wasn't the right time, but she and David had to talk, and soon. * * * Neil had been riding all day. The cold hadn't penetrated his heavy coat and layers of clothing, but his face, feet and hands felt the damp, raw chill. Periodically he dismounted and led Charlie, just to keep himself warm with exercise. Though the sky was still light, the sun had sunk behind the mountains. He'd have to turn homeward soon. Since he'd left the mission last night, Neil's thoughts kept returning to Christy's encounter with the bockaders. Mountain men had always kept their arguments among themselves, and would never consider harming any woman. Bird's-Eye and his companion hadn't touched Christy, but if Neil and Dan hadn't come along when they did.... Every time Neil reached this point in his thoughts, he found himself clenching his jaw. This threat to Christy could not be allowed to continue. It was one thing for Grantland to put himself in the way of danger, but it incensed Neil that Christy should be dragged in as well. He reminded himself that Bird's-Eye was truly the one behind this trouble; however, Grantland's hot-headed approach only fueled the fire. Neil led Charlie down a steep incline. They'd barely reached the path at the bottom of the hill when a sound alerted him to the presence of another person. Neil paused, calmly glancing over his shoulder. Bird's-Eye Taylor stood about ten paces away, rifle in hand. "I reckon you're lookin' for somethin' or somebody," Bird's-Eye said, "seein' the way you been traipsin' about." "Bird's-Eye. You left in such a hurry yesterday, I didn't get a chance to speak to you. I never realized you'd taken up threatening defenseless women." The only response was a slight squint. Neil continued, "And your friend -- was it Rip Witter or his brother Ernie?" Now Bird's-Eye's expression changed. Neil had surprised the mountain man with that knowledge, though Bird's-Eye quickly recovered his threatening glare. "You fixin' to meddle in other folks' business, like them at the mission?" Bird's-Eye asked. "Thought you was smarter'n them busybodies." A sound from behind drew Neil's attention. Was that the click of a gun being cocked? Neil scanned the woods around him, but the quickly increasing dusk hid anyone who might be nearby. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 9 by Annie ........................... "Miss Christy, I just gotta tell ya what happened!" Ruby Mae had been bursting with excitement since she returned from the Spencers', but Alice had put her to work in the kitchen, forbidding her to speak until grace was said. Christy turned her attention to Ruby Mae, who stood beside Dan Scott. "What is it?" "Well, I was on my way to work on the -- uh, I mean, I was goin' to do some school work with Zady Spencer." Ruby Mae's cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly set down the serving dish, glancing nervously at Alice, who kept her face perfectly calm. Christy fought to suppress a smile. No wonder the quilt was no secret. Ruby Mae continued, "But afore I even took a step outta the school yard, that's when it happened. O Lordy, I still can't hardly believe it. I'm all a-flutter!" She held her hand over her heart and bounced up and down on her heels. "Can't believe what, Ruby Mae?" asked Christy. "You'll never guess who asked me to sit with him at the Christmas singin'. I know you're thinkin' it's Rob Allen, but it ain't. I was kinda wonderin' if'n he might ask, but no, he never said a word to me 'bout it." Even David had been roused from his silence. "Who was it, then?" "'Twas Will Beck! I swear, Preacher, you coulda knocked me over with a feather, I was that surprised. Will Beck came right up to me and asked me nice as anything, would I like to sit by him at the singin'." Christy asked, "And what did you answer him?" "Well, I didn't exactly know what to say," Ruby Mae replied. "You see, I never told no one -- well, not hardly no one -- but all this time I been hopin' that Rob Allen would like me, or notice me, an' I never had no idea that Will thought anything of me. That's why I was so surprised--" "That we could have knocked thee over with a feather," Alice said, obviously hoping to abridge the story. Christy tried again. "But what did you say to Will?" "I hardly know what I said. I guess I told him I had to ask you first, Miss Christy, to see if it's all right. To sit by a boy an' all, I mean." Ruby Mae clasped her hands over her heart. "Is it?" Christy raised her napkin to cover her smile. Before she could control her voice to respond, Alice spoke. "This is indeed exciting, but it must wait for now. Do you wish to join us at the table?" "Oh, no thank you, ma'am. I'm sorry to be such a bother to you all." Ruby Mae looked anything but sorry as she backed away from the adults and turned toward the kitchen. Alice's voice stopped her. "Ruby Mae, I would have an opportunity with thee after the meal." Ruby Mae clearly had no idea what that meant. Her grin disappeared. "Yes, ma'am." "I mean," Alice said, "you and I need to talk about Will Beck, and Rob Allen, and any other boys who may be asking to sit next to you." "Oh, that would be right nice of you, Miss Alice. I been wantin' to talk to somebody 'bout this real bad, and--" Christy pointed to the door. "All right, Ruby Mae, go on now." "Yes ma'am." When Ruby Mae finally disappeared into the kitchen, Christy took a deep breath. But instead of the strained atmosphere she'd expected, the others seemed to have relaxed. They looked at each other in amusement. "God bless Ruby Mae," said Alice with her quiet smile. Christy met her eye and nodded in agreement. * * * After supper, when Dan had gone, Alice joined Ruby Mae in the kitchen. David remained seated, absently toying with the candlestick as Christy cleaned crumbs from the table and arranged the chairs. The discussion during the meal had been of school and the Christmas singing. By unspoken agreement, no one had mentioned Bird's-Eye or the marshals. Though Christy trembled inwardly, she wanted to take advantage of the peaceful mood to talk with David about the events of the past few days. She wondered what Miss Alice had said to him earlier in the afternoon. "David? Would you check on the fire in the parlor, please?" "Sure." David seemed to shake off his distraction, and looked at Christy intently as he walked past. "I thought we could talk about--" "Yes, we need to talk," David said. Christy was just settling herself in a chair when David turned from the fireplace. The urgency in his voice surprised her. "Christy, I'm so sorry about what happened to you yesterday. Thank God you weren't hurt!" "Thank God for sending Doctor MacNeill and Dan." "I should have known Bird's-Eye would try something desperate," David said. "I should have been here for you. I wanted the marshals to catch him, but I didn't think he'd come back here after you." David's vehemence sparked Christy's temper. "What about you? What if you'd found the still? I kept imagining you in a shoot-out." "I'm sorry Christy, but I had to do something. If Bird's-Eye was selling poison -- real poison -- it couldn't be much worse than moonshine. I couldn't stand by any more." "Oh, David! The marshals should never have asked you to come." "Maybe." He sat down heavily in a chair. "But Gentry Long's men didn't know the area very well, and they wanted me to bring them through some of the passes without being discovered. They couldn't have asked one of the mountain men to do it." "Why did they send you home?" "They said they were closing in, " David said, "but they didn't sound confident." Christy restrained herself from scolding, knowing he'd only defend himself more stubbornly. "What was it like out there?" she asked. "I don't understand why Marshal Long put you in such danger." "It was pretty sobering, Christy. Those deputies were prepared to take on an army, let alone a three-man still. But I promise you, I wouldn't have been involved in the fighting. They told me I'd have to drop back if they came across the still." Though she didn't believe David's reassurances, it wasn't worth disputing. At least he was speaking openly. "I'm just glad you're safe," Christy said. "You're not sorry to be home, are you?" "No, no, but the things they told me! We haven't heard half of the devastation caused by moonshine. How can I make you understand?" David leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "I do know how horrible it is," Christy said. "Look at Tom McHone, and now the Holt boys." "Tom McHone's shooting was just one incident," David said. "It's been going on for years, all through the mountains. Men's lives have been ruined by drink; children are orphaned; families have broken up--" "I believe you, but is a war the way to set things right?" Christy looked into David's eyes, and was convinced that he was in turmoil. His silence was as discouraging as his words. Finally Christy reached across, touching David's hand. "Please," Christy said. "How will you ever find the Christmas spirit? Can you celebrate the birth of Christ when you're holding such anger in your heart? The familes in the Cove need their pastor to help celebrate Christmas." "I know, Alice said practically the same thing to me this afternoon." David stood and leaned both hands on the fireplace mantle, staring into the flames for a few moments. "Christy, I'm going home to Boston for a few weeks, maybe a month. I talked about this with Alice already." "Boston!" "I haven't been back since I first came to Cutter Gap. I haven't seen my mother or any of the family in Massachusetts. What I need is some time away from here." When David finally turned toward her, Christy saw the deep tiredness in his eyes and in every movement he made. She couldn't think of an objection, though she hated to see him leave in such low spirits. "Is there someone there you can talk to?" Christy asked. "Maybe my old pastor" David replied. "He counseled me when I was preparing to go into seminary." David didn't look very hopeful, and Christy began to fear that he would seek no help while at home. "Please talk to him, David. I'm sure he'll want to help." David nodded, but didn't meet her searching gaze. "When will you go?" she asked. "Next week on Tuesday." "But you'll miss the singing! You were going to give the Christmas message." "You already have the children reciting the story from the gospel." David threw another log on the fire. "They won't miss the message, or me, either." "You know that's not true." Christy rose and caught at his hand, holding it in both of hers. "Everyone here needs you. I believe in you, David Grantland, even if you can't believe in yourself right now." She hurried away before he had a chance to reply. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 10 by Annie ........................... Christy could never get used to singing in front of a group, though she knew the children didn't care that she sang slightly off-key. However, there was no other way to teach them. It still surprised her that they didn't know some of her old favorites. She wrote the words to "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" on the board, and then tried to sing the melody. Soon Bessie Coburn came to her rescue. "Is this how it goes, Teacher?" The Christmas carol rang out in Bessie's clear voice. Christy marveled that the girl had somehow caught the tune through her awkward attempt. This small success lifted her spirits, which had been low since her conversation with David the previous evening. "Thank you, Bessie, that's exactly right. Let's all try it now." The children were quick at learning both words and music, and soon the whole class joined in. Christy's voice sounded better with the children accompanying her. She was relieved to see them all participating. The marshals' presence in Cutter Gap had finally been discovered, and she'd had a hard time quieting the whispers and comments that filled the classroom that morning. There were many empty seats. Christy was standing at the back of the room when her eye was attracted by a movement outside. It was Neil MacNeill, standing near the flagpole, with his hands deep in his pockets, listening attentively. She wondered how long he'd been there. When the carol was over, she started the children on "Away in a Manger" before she slipped outside. She left the door slightly ajar and tiptoed down the stairs, drawing her shawl around her shoulders as the warmth of the classroom faded. Her breath was visible in the chilly air. "Hello, Doctor. Did you want to talk to me?" Neil's answer was interrupted by a cheerful shout from the house. Jeb Spencer waved his hat, then strode up the hill in the direction of his home. Two other men -- Christy recognized Bob Allen and Uncle Bogg McHone -- stood watching Jeb, then shook hands and walked off in different directions. "As a matter of fact," Neil said, "I do want to talk to you, when you have a minute to spare." He seemed pleased with himself, and in an instant she guessed the reason. "Neil, those men were here for the reading class. How did you arrange it so soon?" "I told you we were only waiting for Bob to finish a milling job. I know you wanted to be there..." "No -- well, yes, but it doesn't really matter. Tell me, how did it go? What did you do?" She stepped closer and laid her hand on Neil's arm. "Did you use the arithmetic lesson?" "I'll gladly tell you all about it," Neil said, "but I think you're needed inside just now." Christy turned toward the school. It sounded like the last verse of "Away in a Manger." Why hadn't she picked a song with more verses! Her curiosity was burning. "Can you wait until I dismiss them for lunch?" she asked. "Or can you come back after school? I have to know what happened." Neil was clearly enjoying her frustration. "I've some calls to make, but I'll stop back here this afternoon. Would you like to come with me to see Creed Allen?" "Oh yes, thank you, Neil." Little Burl had returned that morning, but Creed's face and hands were still too swollen for him to come back to school. The singing stopped, and Christy hurried up the steps. As she reached the door, she glanced back. Neil was already walking toward the house. Once inside the closed schoolroom, she felt a burning sensation in her cheeks and ears as she neared the stove at the front of the room. In her excitement she'd ignored the brisk cold. "Teacher, are you blushin'?" Ruby Mae asked, setting off some giggles. "No, Ruby Mae, it's only from the cold," Christy said. "That was very good singing, children. Please take out your slates for spelling." She was already calculating how to finish the lessons ahead of time in order to be ready when the doctor returned. * * * By the time Dr. MacNeill rode into the mission yard that afternoon, Christy had saddled the mule, and was standing at its head, checking the bridle. There was a sack tied on the saddle with another treat for Creed and Little Burl. As soon as she saw Neil, she mounted and spurred Theo on to meet him. "I'm all ready," she said. "I thought I'd find you in class," Neil said. "Are the children gone so soon?" "We finished our lessons early." She'd flown through them. Neil's smile made her feel self-conscious. Was he laughing at her eagerness? "Why are you riding this tired old mule?" he asked. "David has Prince. He's chopping firewood for Granny Barclay." Neil's smile faded. He started to speak, but then paused. Christy braced herself for some criticism of David, and was relieved when the doctor seemed to change his mind. "Well," Neil said, "at least the water's running low -- the beast's not likely to dump you in the river today." "Neil, it's only been two days since... since Mr. Taylor stopped me, but I feel like a prisoner." Christy spoke earnestly, ignoring Neil's teasing words. "I want to see Fairlight or Miss Hattie, and I really should have been to the Holts', but I can't go alone, and no one has time to go with me. I didn't realize how often I visited people until it stopped." "It's been hard on you, I know. Now that the Reverend's back, things may calm down." "I don't see how," Christy said. "I keep expecting to hear bad news. The children all know about the marshals searching for the still, and David's very discouraged." "I can't say I'm surprised." "It's been awful." Christy stopped herself in the middle of a sigh. "Well, not completely awful. In fact, Fairlight and Opal and I had a wonderful reading lesson yesterday afternoon. And now you've had your first class. What did you do?" "I started by reading from that book you gave me." "The biography of John Sevier?" "Yes," Neil said. "Bogg didn't want me to stop at one chapter." "That's great. That's exactly what I hoped for. I'm sure he knows a lot about Sevier and early Tennessee history." "Some of what he knows is pure fable." Neil returned Christy's smile. She'd known he would enjoy teaching the men. "And what else did you do?" she asked. "Did you use the arithmetic lesson?" "No, there wasn't time. They took turns reading from the Knoxville paper. I read the titles and let them each choose an article that interested them. Bogg did all right, but Jeb and Bob have gotten very rusty." Christy made him recount the whole lesson, becoming more delighted by the minute. Theo's pace was slow, but Neil kept his horse alongside as they talked. "I wish you felt comfortable enough to read the Bible with the men," Christy said. "I'll leave that for the Reverend." As soon as Neil mentioned David, Christy felt her happiness evaporating again. She wished David had never seen Gentry Long at all, never gone with the marshals. Neil must have sensed her discouragement. "What did he tell you about his search?" Neil asked. "Not much, except that they found nothing. Marshal Long sent him back yesterday morning." "What does he believe he's achieved, then?" Christy was silent. She didn't understand David's behavior or attitude, but she couldn't bear to have Neil criticize him. It felt as though Neil was criticizing her and the whole mission as well. "Christy, you know how hard it is for people here to change." Neil's voice sounded careful, as though he was trying to keep a cool temper. "They mistrust the lawmen because they're outsiders. It goes all the way back to the Whiskey Rebellion." "I remember, you told me about it," she said. When Bird's-Eye's moonshine was discovered under the schoolhouse last year, David and Neil had ended up shouting at each other. Both had stormed off in a rage. "Yes," he said, "and when Grantland sides with the marshals, he loses the trust of the mountain folk. Like it or not, it affects the way they look at you." "But don't they want the law to be upheld?" "It's not that simple." "I keep trying to understand." "Look," Neil said, "if there was a law against shooting deer or turkey, they'd feel the same. It's a matter of survival -- they don't see it as right or wrong. Bird's-Eye's not the only one who makes corn whiskey, you know. It's the only way some of them can earn cash money." "There must be other ways, Neil." "Yes, but that would mean changing, and--" "And change takes time. I know." Christy gave him a wry smile, feeling suddenly grateful for his friendship and honesty. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and then Neil turned away, clearing his throat. He spurred his horse forward, picking up the pace. "You've changed things in the Cove more than you realize." "Maybe," Christy said, "but the changes are hardly ever what I hoped for. Just when I think I know what to expect, something happens to set me back to the beginning." "Not exactly," Neil said. "Folks know you care. Don't give up on us." Christy didn't have a chance to reply. The Allens' cabin was barely visible through the trees, but Mary Allen's angry voice rang out clearly. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 11 by Annie ........................... "Get outta my kitchen, or you'll have no supper!" Mary Allen sounded furious. Christy exchanged a curious look with Neil. By the time they reached the Allens' cabin, the problem was clear. They heard the clang of metal and Mary's scolding voice again. "Go on, I said get that varmint out!" "But Ma, we was just--" It sounded like Creed. "If you wasn't already sufferin', I'd tan your hide!" Christy was embarrassed to intrude, but Neil called out a greeting. Creed immediately appeared in the doorway, with his pet raccoon cradled under his chin. Even at a distance, Christy saw that his face was badly marred by the poison ivy. Little Burl and Mary soon joined him. "Howdy, Miss Christy," Mary said, tucking loose strands of hair back into her bun. She stooped to pick up little Della May, who'd toddled into view. "Good thing you're here, Doc. If I hafta keep this rascal underfoot for one more day..." "There now, Mary." Neil patted her arm as stepped into the house, and then held out his arms for the baby. He swung Della May high, and she laughed with delight. When Neil set her down again, she rushed to her mother's skirts, but smiled back at Neil. "Come boys," he said, "let's take a look at that poison ivy, shall we?" Mary returned to her cooking as Christy set her satchel on the table. Neil summoned Creed, carefully pushing back the boy's sleeves and opening his collar. Christy stared at the patchwork of raw-looking rash, broken and oozing pustules, and dried scabs. The poor boy's eyes were only slits. He'd obviously been scratching, and the doctor's face was stern as he washed the skin and then began to apply ointment. Christy forced her eyes away, and held out her hand toward Little Burl. The children at school had teased Burl about his poison ivy, but it wasn't nearly as bad as his brother's. As Christy helped Burl prepare his scripture recital for the singing, the others in the room became quiet. "Let us go now even unto Beth--, what is it, Teacher?" Burl asked. "Bethlehem." "...unto Beth-le-hem, and see... " "Go on, that's right." She prompted him until he could say it without a mistake. By then Neil was finished with Creed, and the boys changed places. "Lookit him," Creed said, pointing at his brother. "He don't never get it as bad as me." The doctor checked Burl's face and neck. "You didn't scratch?" "No sir, at least, not real hard," Burl replied. "And when it itched like I was afire, I sat outside for a spell. The cold air eases the itchin'." Neil touched the boy's chin to raise his face, spreading a layer of lotion. "You did well, Burl." "Doc? What about Creed," Little Burl asked. "Can he come to the singin'?" Neil studied Creed for a few seconds, and with a quick glance at Christy, he nodded. Burl twisted out of the doctor's grasp to beam at Christy. "Teacher! Mama! Did you hear? Creed can go to the singin'!" "Yippee!" Creed's mood improved instantly. Christy asked, "Doctor MacNeill, will you come, too?" "If I'm able." "You gotta come," Creed said. "I do?" Neil was smiling as he continued checking Little Burl's arms and legs. "Yessir," Creed replied. "You can take care of me and Burl if the poison ivy gets real bad again. And Miss Christy, too. She's got it on her hands and face." "Teacher?" Little Burl said, "I been wonderin' about somethin'." "Yes, Little Burl?" "I know Christmas is when baby Jesus was born, and Easter is when Jesus died." "That's right," Christy said, unable to guess what he would say next. Burl stood at the doctor's knee, and leaned against him. "I'm wonderin' which day's more important. I mean, supposin' we could only have one, which one should it be?" "That's a good question, Little Burl,"Christy said. She looked closely at the young boy's thoughtful face. She was proud of his desire to understand the Bible. Her answer would be important. The two boys were watching her attentively. On the other side of the room Mary had paused from her work to listen. Neil was meticulously wiping the lotion from his hands, but Christy knew he was waiting for her reply as well. Only baby Della May was uninterested, as she banged a wooden spoon against the table legs. It was a long time since Neil had challenged Christy's religious beliefs, but their discussion outside the school house was still a fresh memory. Christy had been full of quotes and clichés, but realized she didn't even know her own faith. That embarassing moment had started a change in her relationship with God. Her words now would be as much for Neil as for Little Burl. Christy spoke slowly. "So your question is, is it more important that Jesus was born or that he died and rose again?" "Yes'm," Little Burl said. "Let's think about that," Christy said. "At Christmas, Jesus came to earth as a human baby. It showed how much God loved us for His Son to come and be born in a manger in a stable. Right?" The children nodded in agreement. "That's why we give gifts -- to remind us of God's gift to us. And what did Jesus do at Easter?" Creed had the answer. "He died on the cross for our sins." "Yes, and then what?" "He riz up from the grave," Burl said. "On the third day," Creed added. Christy felt her confidence growing. She risked a glance at Neil. He was staring intently at the cloth in his hands. "So," she said, "if Jesus hadn't died and risen again, what would happen to us, Burl?" "Umm, our sins couldn't get forgiven?" The boy hesitated a moment, and then added, "And we couldn't go to heaven when we die?" "Right," Christy said. "So, Burl, which holiday do you think is more important?" "Well, I reckon... Easter." The little boy looked up at Neil. "Is that right, Doc?" Christy was surprised to see the doctor's cheeks flush red. "I'm no expert on that. Miss Christy and Mr. Grantland know better." He peeked sideways at Christy, then stood and asked Mary if Bob was out at the barn. * * * On the way back from the Allens', Christy noticed that Neil avoided the place where she had met Bird's-Eye and the stranger, but it didn't matter. She grew nervous as they rode through the dense woods in the pale light of late afternoon. She kept Theo close to Neil's horse, watching for any unusual movements around them. "You answered Little Burl's question very well," Neil said. His comment surprised her, driving out her worries for the moment. "Those words back there sounded like your own this time -- not Alice Henderson's or Jacob Ferrand's." Neil must have remembered their schoolhouse conversation, too. "Thank you," Christy said, "but I really can't take the credit. That wasn't my opinion, but just the facts from Scripture. I let Little Burl think it out for himself." "Facts?" Christy didn't want to argue about the Bible. "When I first came to Cutter Gap," she said, "I hardly knew who I was or what I believed. You found me out right away. I think you said I was 'mouthing platitudes.'" "Christy, I only meant--" "You were right. It was true, and I was ashamed of myself for being so shallow. When I talked to Miss Alice, she told me to read Scripture for myself and to seek faith. She and Fairlight have taught me so much about learning from the Bible, and putting it into practice." "You've grown more sure of yourself," Neil said. "You think it's foolish, don't you? I mean, you don't believe in God or the Bible." "I don't think you're foolish at all, Christy. It's just that, well, I can't believe it for myself." "You don't want to. Have you ever tried?" Neil shook his head slowly. "A person can't believe just to please someone else, can he? If it doesn't make sense to me, how can--" Neil froze, and snapped his eyes to the trees behind Christy. He reached out his hand toward her, fully alert now. She turned, but saw nothing. "What is it?" "Quiet." He grabbed her mule's bridle to halt it, and then scanned the area. The woods were dusky, and Christy couldn't see clearly. She tried to control the fear that constricted her throat. They looked and listened for a long minute. Finally Neil whispered, "I saw something, over there." ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 12 by Annie ........................... Christy took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. It wouldn't help to panic if there was to be trouble. Neil took the reins from her hands, and started the animals moving forward slowly. He shifted Charlie so that he was between Christy and the danger in the woods. "Neil?" Her voice sounded tiny in her own ears. "It might have been an animal, but I thought I saw... It could have been a man." Christy's heart began pounding even faster when two men carrying rifles emerged from the brush. It was a few moments before she recognized Gentry Long. "Doctor MacNeill. Miss Huddleston." The marshal touched his hat politely, but his face was menacing. Christy flinched as he swung his rifle to his shoulder. "Sorry to trouble you, but I wanted to warn you. 'Tain't safe hereabouts." Neil's temper seemed to rise in an instant. "No, not when law-abiding folks can't pay a visit to a neighbor! Why are you following us?" "It's Bird's-Eye Taylor we're lookin' for, and two men with him. You seen anybody?" "No," Neil replied. "They'd know better than to show themselves." Christy wondered if the marshals knew that Bird's-Eye had threatened her several days ago. "You never know," Gentry Long said. "You've had no luck, then?" Neil was clearly taunting them. The marshal stared at him for a moment before he replied. "We come across the place of their still, but everything was broke up. No tracks. They might be somewheres about, so it's best to get the lady back home safe." The two men stood aside as Neil, still holding the mule's reins, nudged his horse forward. When they'd gone a few dozen yards Christy glanced back. The marshals had disappeared. "Neil--" "Wait another minute, Christy." When Neil finally stopped the animals, he turned to face Christy. His mouth was set in a grim line, and his eyes looked dark. She had begun to feel angry as well. "Why did they come up on us like that?" she asked. "As though they were after us!" "Fear works for them as well as Bird's-Eye." "It's not right." "You always expect things to work out fairly." Christy was still angry. "You didn't want to help them, did you?" "They got what they wanted: the still's shut down -- without bloodshed." Neil's answer was evasive, but she realized the truth of his words. "What will happen now?" Christy asked. "The blockaders won't set up around here again," Neil said. "If we're lucky, things may calm down in time for Christmas. Come, let's get you home." When they reached the mission's property, Neil turned to Christy. "I need to talk to you and Alice and the Reverend about this business. It's important." Christy's eyebrows arched, but she only said, "Why don't you stay for supper." Was Neil going to bring up David's sermon about moonshine? She dreaded another argument among them. The house was in sight now, and Christy saw Ruby Mae on the porch. She must have been looking out for them, because she began to run, shouting for Dr. MacNeill. Christy immediately imagined that Bird's-Eye had shot David. "What happened?" Christy called, urging the mule forward. When David came out of the house and strode toward them, she said a quick prayer of thanks. Her nerves had been stretched too tightly this day. "Doc MacNeill!" Ruby Mae was gasping when she reached the riders. "There's a call ... from El Pano ... They need ya ... Mr. Baird's hurt real bad." David reached them, and put his hand on Ruby Mae's shoulder to silence her. "I spoke to the operator in El Pano," he said. "Harold Baird fell off a ladder at the livery stables. They think he's broken some bones, and he's got some bad cuts." Neil nodded. "Will you call back and tell them I'm on my way." Christy touched his arm before he could spur his horse away. "You wanted to talk to us." She felt no relief at the delay. She certainly didn't look forward to telling David about Gentry Long's news. "Yes," Neil said, "but Harold Baird can't wait. I'll come back as soon as I can." With a touch of his heels he was gone. * * * "I can't stop her, Miss Christy!" Ruby Mae said, swinging her arms at the cow. "Just grab the rope and pull her away." Christy looked up from her seat on the milking stool. "It's draggin' on the ground, I can't reach it. She's gonna eat all the corn seed!" "Hold on, I'm coming." Christy carefully set aside the full pail of milk and stepped out of the stall to help Ruby Mae. When Christy had finished milking, she'd turned the cow loose as she did each morning, allowing it to wander out of the barn. Ruby Mae had chosen that moment to rush into the barn, carrying a bowl of corn seed for the chickens. The girl managed to miss a collision, but the corn spilled directly in front of the cow. Christy shook her head at the sight of Ruby Mae on her knees, hastily scooping the kernels away from the eager cow. "If we move her away, it'll be easier to clean this up," Christy said. "She's gettin' it all!" Christy bent to tug on the bridle. "Come on, Henrietta." When Christy pulled harder, the cow jerked its head away, and Christy lost her grip. She fell back several steps, hit the side of Prince's stall with a bang, then slid to the floor. Prince whinnied and kicked the stall with an even louder crash. Christy jumped at the impact and started to giggle. "Oh, Miss Christy, are you hurt?" Ruby Mae called. Christy meant to reply that she was fine, but couldn't hold back a burst of laughter. Ruby Mae was grabbing fistfuls of kernels with one hand while trying to push Henrietta's head away with the other. Corn was spilling off the girl's lap, and the cow was nuzzling around her knees for it. As Christy started to pick herself up she bumped into the nose of Prince, who was watching them curiously. Christy flopped down again and laughed even harder. The doorway darkened, and Christy looked up to see Neil MacNeill, leading his horse. She covered her mouth, but couldn't control her laughter. It felt good, though she was aware of an edge of tension that hadn't been there a moment ago. Neil's face was serious at first, but quickly relaxed into a smile. He probably hadn't laughed in a long time, either. "This is an interesting scene!" he said. Ruby Mae wouldn't give up the battle for the corn, and she turned to the doctor with a pleading look. "Henrietta's eatin' all the chicken feed!" "Oh, Ruby Mae," Christy said, "it's all right. Pick up as much as you can, and then just get more for the chickens if you need it." Christy rose from the floor and brushed off her skirts. Neil caught the lead rope and forced the cow's head up. "Was Henrietta on her way out?" "Yes, please," Christy replied. He led the cow into the yard, and returned once more with his horse. Christy followed his glance toward the empty stall where Miss Alice's horse usually stood. "Alice isn't here?" Neil asked. All traces of her laughter faded as Christy recalled the last words Neil had spoken to her yesterday. He was here to talk about the marshals and the blockaders. "No sir," replied Ruby Mae, still on her knees gathering kernels. "Miss Alice had a real strong knowin' that Mrs. Holt's baby's gonna be birthed today. She lit outta here at first light." Christy shrugged apologetically to Neil. She'd spoken to Miss Alice and David last night, explaining what happened on the way home from the Allens' and telling of the doctor's desire to speak to them all. She hadn't expected Neil to arrive so early. "Ruby Mae," Christy said, "that should be enough for the chickens. Why don't you feed them and then come help me with breakfast." "Yes, ma'am." Christy retrieved the pail of milk, but only took a step before Neil stopped her. "Let me carry that," he said. "Thank you." "I don't suppose it's worth asking why Ruby Mae was here in the barn when the chickens are out there?" Stepping into the yard, they both turned to look at the girl, who was scattering corn for the chickens in their pen. Christy smiled and shook her head. "Not worth asking," she said. They were nearly at the house before Neil spoke again. "Is David here?" Christy felt a twinge of annoyance. Was Neil so eager to pick a fight? David had been angry last night when he heard the marshals gave up, and would likely turn his frustration on the doctor. Christy found it hard to believe she'd been laughing a minute ago. "Yes, of course," she said. "I did tell him and Miss Alice you wanted to talk to us, but we didn't have any idea when you would--" "It's all right, I wasn't sure myself when I'd get back here." Christy heard an apology behind his words. "Alice will have to be filled in later, that's all," Neil said. Christy trotted up the porch steps and opened the kitchen door for Neil. She pointed to the side board. "Just set the pail there, please. Help yourself to coffee. Breakfast will be ready soon." Christy was busy at the stove when David entered, bearing an armload of wood. She held her breath as the two men eyed each other briefly. "Morning, Reverend." "You're here early, Doctor. How's Mr. Baird?" asked David. "Broken arm, cracked ribs. He'll be laid up for a while, but there should be no permanent damage." Neil returned to his coffee, and neither man attempted further small talk. * * * After breakfast, Christy invited David and Neil to the kitchen. "I really do need to work while we talk, if you don't mind," she said, looking back and forth between the two men. She laid the ironing board on the table, set the iron on the stove to heat, and balanced a pile of laundry on the nearest chair. "Will we be in your way?" Neil asked. When Christy shook her head, he took a seat and waited for David to do the same. Neil watched intently as she arranged a blouse on the ironing board. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts. "Well, Doctor, go ahead," David said. "You've been waiting to gloat over this moonshine business." "No, not at all," Neil replied. "Why not? You got what you wanted: the marshals are gone, the blockaders got away, I look like a fool, and we can all have a merry Christmas!" "David!" Christy was embarrassed by his bitterness. "You're wrong, Grantland," the doctor said. "That's not what I wanted. As hard as it is for you to believe, I'm on your side in this." David's only response was a quick, humorless laugh. Neil went on, much more calmly than Christy expected. "I didn't want you to learn this from anyone else. The blockaders were tipped off the about the marshals." "I thought so," David said. "I was the one who told them." ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 13 by Annie ........................... "You what!" David jumped to his feet, sending the chair clattering backwards. "How could you let Bird's-Eye and those men get away? They're poisoning Cutter Gap, and you helped them escape!" For a moment Christy thought David might lunge across the table at Neil, who remained quiet, almost expressionless. Instead, David spun on his heel and strode across the kitchen. Christy wondered if she would have tried to stop him. She wasn't sure. When he turned back, his neck and face were flushed deeply. "I thought I heard you say you were on my side," David said, "but it must have been my imagination. Here we are, trying to improve the lives of people in the Cove, trying to educate their children, and at every turn I find my way blocked." He jabbed his finger in the direction of the school house. "Two boys came into Christy's class drunk, but you protect the men who caused it. How many more families will be hurt because you let them get away?" As David poured out his anger, Christy stared at Neil. Why wasn't he responding at all? Once, as their eyes met, Neil seemed to be reassuring her, but she didn't know how to react. She realized that the iron in her hand had become cool, and gave up trying to press the clothes. Christy's thoughts were swirling around thickly. Why had Neil warned Bird's-Eye? Was she supposed to understand? She was glad the still was gone, but there had to be a better way than this. Neil wouldn't have gone to such a length to spite David, would he? David's voice had risen to a frightening pitch. Anyone closer than the school house could have heard him clearly. Christy was sure that the doctor's coolness only exasperated David even more. She interrupted, speaking softly. "Doctor MacNeill." David turned abruptly to face her. The sudden silence in the kitchen contrasted sharply with his shouting. Christy let the quiet extend for a few seconds. "Why?" she asked. "Because you were headed for a disaster," Neil said. "If there were a simple answer to this problem, don't you think it would have been solved a long time ago? Of course I'm not siding with the moonshiners! I've seen more results of drunkenness and feuding than you'll ever know. Who do you think gets called in to stitch up after the fighting, to set broken bones, to save a life from slipping away?" Christy believed the doctor's earnest words, though she didn't understand his reasoning. David remained standing with his arms crossed over his chest, obviously not ready to relent. "And I suppose it helps to let them go free to spread destruction again?" he asked. "You don't understand whom you're dealing with," Neil replied. "These aren't local men distilling corn to make a few dollars. You cannot frighten them with a sermon about hellfire. They're more dangerous than Bird's-Eye." "All the more reason for the marshals to arrest them," David said. "Maybe the marshals, but not you. Gentry Long's men were armed to the eyes, weren't they?" Neil had been leaning back in his chair, speaking in a low, controlled voice. Now he rested his arms on the table, locking eyes with David. "There was good reason for that. The man who stopped Christy has killed before, and might not be particular about a preacher or missionaries." Christy felt as though a heavy weight landed on her chest. Her fear from the beginning had been that David would be killed in a gun fight. It was unnerving to think how close they'd both come to it. "Their argument should be with me," David said. "I preached that sermon. Bird's-Eye had no business threatening Christy." "Don't you realize, man, that you're all tied in together?" Neil asked, his voice finally rising. "If they're angry with you, they'll hold it against Christy and Alice, too. It's all the Mission to them -- you cannot act alone." The two men were nearly at the point of a shouting match. Christy had hardly said a word until now, and she knew their tempers were flaring out of control. She thumped the iron on the table. "Stop it!" They both turned to look at her. "Doctor, what did you tell Bird's-Eye?" Christy asked. "Are you sure they won't set up somewhere else and start over again?" Neil shook his head. "I told them enough to convince them they'd best be gone before the marshals arrived. They won't chance it again." "They'll be back sooner or later," David said. He dragged his chair to its place and dropped into the seat. "You haven't solved anything, Doctor." "Really? Well, Christy might disagree." Neil's piercing gaze softened as he turned to her. "She's not been able to leave this house. And what about the people in the Cove? How safe have they and their children been, with groups of armed men stalking about?" "The children were in danger?" Christy was stunned. "I thought you said--" "No, not directly," Neil said, "but -- well, no one was completely safe." "Nevertheless, Doctor," David said, "you had no right to take the law into your own hands. If Gentry Long had found the still and arrested those men, it would all be over by now." "That's where you're wrong," Neil replied. "I'm sure you're ready to tell me why," David said. Neil took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Christy wanted to stop him, to keep him from wounding David's pride any further. However, she knew David wouldn't let it drop, even if it meant his own humiliation. "Suppose the marshals had found the still and taken the men," Neil said, "with no bloodshed, by some miracle. The other two might have a murder charge brought against them, but how long do you think Bird's-Eye would be in jail for running whiskey? Hmm?" "I, I don't know," David said. "Three months, maybe six. And then what? He'd be out, with a grudge against you." Christy hadn't thought about that, and it seemed that David hadn't, either. He became very still. Neil continued. "And what if there had been a gun fight? Were you prepared to shoot, Reverend? Did you want to see Bird's-Eye dead?" "No!" Christy had been plagued with that thought and worse. "No," David echoed, looking guilty. "If he were killed, it would only be the beginning," Neil said. "The Taylors wouldn't stand by quietly. They might even turn on the Allens." "The Allens? But they're not involved in this," Christy said. "It doesn't matter," Neil said. "It would be an excuse to start up the blood feud again." David's elbows were on the table, and his forehead rested against his fists. "Letting them go free is wrong, but you're telling me that arresting them won't help. What's left?" Christy felt confused as well. "You don't mean that we ought to ignore them?" "No," Neil replied, his eyes fixed on David, "but can't you see how useless it is to go on the attack? They'll see you as the outsider, the one who doesn't understand the realities of mountain life. Throwing guilt at them will never work." "So everything goes on as it always has." David was still staring downward. Christy was distressed to see him so discouraged, and she was even more upset to find that she couldn't defend him against Neil's logic. Neil sighed. "I told you there were no simple answers, Reverend. I don't know how to change their thinking, their way of life. Isn't that what you do here?" The effect of Neil's words on David was painful to watch. Without another word David rose, letting the door fly open as he shoved against it. Christy heard his feet on the porch steps, and then the kitchen was silent. Neither she nor Neil moved to close the door, though cold air was pouring in. "I'm sorry if you're angry at me, Christy," Neil said softly. She felt his eyes on her, but couldn't meet them. As she slowly shook her head, a thought occurred to her. "Neil? Do you think the children will be able to change, to get away from the feuding and moonshine? I've been trying to teach them..." "I hope so. Some of them, yes." "What about the classes for adults? Will that make a difference?" "Maybe," Neil said, "but don't expect miracles." "I cannot agree, Doctor." The voice of Alice Henderson made them both look up with a start. She stood in the open doorway. "A miracle is exactly what we do expect." ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 14 by Annie ........................... "Much obliged, Doc." Ozias Holt rolled his shirt sleeve down, covering the line of stitches on his forearm. Neil glanced up as he packed his medicines and bandages. "That's a bad cut," he said. "Keep it clean and dry. You know, I expected to be of more use to Rebecca than you, but that baby's in no hurry to be born." "Guess we got us a stubborn one," Ozias said, winking at his wife who sat in the rocker near the fireplace. "Miss Alice says the babe's patient," Rebecca said, looking up from her knitting. "She dropped by and read Scripture. 'Twas real nice of her, seein' as I couldn't get out to Sunday meetin' today." "Heard the Preacher's cooled off about moonshine," Ozias said. "He's against it, course, but word is he ain't so hot under the collar no more." "Is that right?" Neil said. He wondered what Alice had told them of this morning's sermon. She would have been careful. Maybe the Holt children had picked up some gossip. Ozias looked eager to share it, despite the fact that his own sons had become involved in the problem. "Yep," Ozias said. "You know, them marshals didn't find nothin' but a cold fire and a cold trail. Folks say Nathan O'Teale found out they was makin' moonshine, and got all mad it weren't his own. Could be he's the one what tipped off Bird's-Eye, just to make him bust up the still." "Has Nathan been seen in these parts?" Neil doubted that Nathan O'Teale was anywhere near Cutter Gap, but folks had a tendency to blame him for any bad occurrence. It was a surprise that Grantland hadn't exposed Neil as the one who'd warned the blockaders. "Nope," Ozias replied, "but that sounds about like what he'd do." Rebecca rose from her seat with an ease that surprised Neil. "Well, I'm just glad they all cleared out," she said. "I don't want my boys mixed up in none of that no more. What we don't need this time of year is shootin' and killin'." "You're right, Rebecca," Neil said. "I'll be on my way." Ozias followed Neil outside and dropped some coins into his hand. Neil tried to hide his surprise at the payment. Usually only blockaders had cash. Ozias must have seen Neil's reaction. "Me and the boys been totin' firewood to El Pano. Ain't done half bad." With their eighth child due any day, the Holts would need all the money they could earn, but Neil slid the coins into his pocket and shook hands with Ozias. "Let your boys do the heavy lifting until your arm heals up." As he rode toward his cabin, Neil thought about what he'd heard from Ozias. Maybe Grantland had calmed down. Even so, it would be best to avoid the mission until tempers cooled. Christy would be gone to Asheville soon, and Neil had heard that Grantland was leaving for home as well. Neil had just climbed out of the saddle when he heard a horse approaching at a gallop. Looking down the path, he caught sight of Christy, with her coat flying open and her hair falling wildly about her face. "Christy! What's happened?" "Thank God you're here! Please come quickly -- it's Bird's-Eye!" * * * At the mission, Neil found Grantland pacing on the porch. The preacher's Sunday white shirt looked muddy from a distance, but Neil recognized dried blood. "In there," Grantland said as he pointed to his bunkhouse. Neil took the stairs in one stride. When he entered, Alice and Dan stepped back from the bed. If Neil hadn't been told it was Bird's-Eye, he wouldn't have recognized the unconscious man lying there. Blood covered his head and shirt, as well as the bed and even the floor. Bowls of red-stained water showed they'd been trying to clean him up. Christy had only been able to give a vague description of Bird's-Eye's injuries. She said Grantland had brought him in, soaked in blood, and Christy had ridden off within the minute. As Neil looked closer at the gore streaming from the right side of the face, he saw in an instant what had happened, and he forced himself to stay calm. "His eye has been gouged out," said Alice. Neil heard Christy's gasp and a hysterical scream from Ruby Mae. Without looking away from Bird's-Eye, Neil stripped off his coat. "Miss Huddleston, take Ruby Mae away, and bring me more light. Any other injuries, Alice?" "I don't believe so." "We've no time to lose. Have you got water boiling?" "It's ready, Doctor." Dan came in from the kitchen, a steaming pot dangling from his hand. "There's two more on the stove." Neil had just finished scrubbing his hands when Grantland approached him. "I wanted to see the place where they had the still," Grantland said, twisting his hands together. "On the way, I saw Bird's-Eye behind some bushes, trying to wrap a rag around his head." "Was the eyeball still attached?" Grantland shuddered. "Doc, I couldn't see anything but blood." "Had he been there long?" Neil asked. "I'm not sure. There was so much blood... I used my scarf to -- to--" Grantland waved his hands about his own face. "I'm not sure how I got him up on the horse." It was clear the man had never seen a horrible injury such as Bird's-Eye's. Neil looked up from his preparations. "You did well, Reverend. He'd have died if you hadn't helped him." Neil pointed at a long scratch on Grantland's face. "Be sure to wash that. Do you want Dan to take care of it for you?" Grantland touched his cheek and winced slightly. "No, I'm all right. Bird's-Eye tried to fight me off, and then passed out." Neil checked the instruments in the hot water, and was arranging his other surgical items on a tray when the preacher spoke from the the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Bird's-Eye. "Who would do this to him?" Grantland asked. Neil handed the bottle of ether and cone to Alice, who stood on the other side of the bed. "Start the ether now," Neil said. "Dan, come and hold his head while I clean the wound. I can't see how deeply the knife cut." Grantland hadn't moved away, and Neil realized he was waiting for an answer. "I can only guess, Reverend, but I'd say it was his partners." Neil began to probe the wound. "Partners! But why?" Alice replied, "That is something we will have to ask Mr. Taylor. David, I think thee should leave us now." At that moment Christy entered with a lantern in each hand. "Good," Neil said. "Put one right here, and pull up that table next to Alice. Careful, keep it away from the ether." Christy did as he instructed, but then hovered at the preacher's side, staring with the same horrified fascination. "Can I--" Christy's voice choked for a moment. "Can I do something to help?" "Pull back those curtains," said Neil, nodding toward the windows, "and then leave us." He turned to Bird's-Eye with a sick feeling in his stomach. He wasn't sure the man would survive. The thought nagging at the back of Neil's mind was that this was his fault. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 15 by Annie ........................... Christy quietly closed the bunkhouse door. She held her breath, listening through the walls to Dr. MacNeill's terse instructions to Alice and Dan. Suddenly Christy realized she was alone -- David was halfway to the schoolhouse. She ran a few quick steps after him, but couldn't catch up with his long strides. "David, wait." He stopped and turned slowly. Dry blood splotched his hands, face, and clothes, but it was his expression that shocked her. He looked pale and stunned, his eyes staring over her head. "Are you hurt?" Christy asked. David shook his head. "Are you sure? Look at yourself, David." "It's Bird's-Eye's blood." "You saved his life." David's eyes suddenly focused on her so sharply that she took a step back. He pointed at the bunkhouse, his hand trembling. "If he lives," he said, "it's because God saved him, or Doctor MacNeill, not I." "But God sent you to find him." When Christy saw no response, she grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the house. "Come on, I'll warm up some water for you to wash." When they reached the pump in the yard David shook free. He swung the pump handle several times, and rubbed his hands under the flowing water. "I don't care," he said when Christy protested. After the blood had been rubbed from his hands and face, David's skin glowed red from the icy water. A scratch stood out on his cheek. "Please come inside before you catch your death," Christy said. "I know you're worried about Bird's-Eye, but Doctor MacNeill will--" "I didn't save Bird's-Eye -- I failed him." "What do you mean? You couldn't have done any more." "If I'd been a real pastor to him, this might never have happened." He spun on his heel and started toward the schoolhouse, leaving Christy staring after him. Did David think he had caused Bird's-Eye's injury? She was determined to stay with him. "David!" He was already inside by the time Christy reached the doorway. School desks were still piled along the walls from the morning church service. She peered around the dim room until she saw David sitting in one of the rows. "David, you can't blame yourself for what happened to Bird's-Eye." "Can't I? I cared more about my own pride than his soul," he said. "God calls me to love all men, but I went after Bird's-Eye with guns. If he dies..." Christy sat down beside him. "Let's pray for him, then." "Sure, now that it's too late," he said. Christy felt David's bitter words like a slap. Before she could respond he rushed on. "You don't have to pretend, I know what you want me to say: I was wrong." "No, that's not what I want. Please don't be so hard on yourself. You tried to protect us, to keep moonshine out of the Cove." "At any cost? Have I driven Bird's-Eye away from God?" David's voice was tight, and Christy saw tears in his eyes. "I saw him as my enemy, but when I found him today... like that... I'd forgotten he's a man God wants to reach." "Oh, David." As Christy touched David's arm, he began to cry, clutching at her hand. She held on tightly, feeling her own tears rise. He bowed his head and pulled their linked hands to his breast as his awkward, choking sobs filled the room. Christy leaned toward him until her head touched his shoulder. She'd been hoping to break through David's stubborn anger, and now prayed for the right words. When David's breathing was nearly calm he sat up straight, turning toward her. He wiped at his tears roughly, and then reached for her hand once more. "I'm sorry, Christy, it's been one failure after another for me. I shouldn't put you through all this." "You don't need to apologize." Christy squeezed his hand and smiled, hoping that he would smile in return. "I know you care about the people here. They know it, too. We have to be patient for God to work in His own time. We are making a difference." David shook his head. "I've done more harm than good. I gave people cause to hate rather than love." "No, that isn't true." "You see the best in everyone," David said, "but there are things I've tried to keep hidden. You know how badly I wanted to succeed here, and how frustrating the disappointments have been. But I haven't been seeking God's glory. My own pride, my ambition have been behind everything I've done." His voice grew taut again, and he paused for a few moments, swallowing hard. "I was so concerned about my own achievements. Ha! It's a hollow shell. If that man in there dies, and I never tried to reach him with God's love..." David's tears appeared again. Christy gently held his face, and forced him to look at her. She needed to turn his focus away from self-criticism and discouragement. "David, God can forgive Bird's-Eye, and God can forgive you. It's not too late to make things right." "I just don't know what to do any more." His voice broke, and Christy slid her arm across his shoulder, comforting him as he fought the tears. "I know I've hurt you," David said. "Can you forgive me?" "Yes, of course I do. You're not alone, you know." Something in the way he looked up at her prompted Christy to add, "Your friends are here to help, if you'll let us." David kissed her cheek. "I'll always need your help." She felt a little nervous as she looked into his eyes, still bright with tears, but she didn't move as he leaned closer to press his lips on hers. Her eyes closed for a moment, but then she gently pushed away, rising and stepping back from him in one movement. "David --" "I know, I shouldn't have done that." He claimed her hands again as he stood. "What you said means a lot to me. Thank you, Christy." They heard the sound of running feet. Christy pulled her hands from David's just as Ruby Mae appeared in the doorway. "Miss Christy! Preacher!" ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 16 by Annie ........................... "Ruby Mae, what happened?" Christy asked, running to meet her at the door. At first glance Ruby Mae looked alarmed, but Christy knew the girl well enough to guess that there was no news of Bird's-Eye. "Is Mr. Taylor all right?" David asked. "Don't rightly know, sir," Ruby Mae replied. "They're still in there with him, but I'm afeared to stay in the house all by my lonesome, and it's startin' to get dark. I keep thinkin' about his eyeball, layin' somewhere in the woods. Lordy, it gives me the shivers! Can't you come back now?" "Yes, of course," Christy said. "I'm sorry we left you alone." She looked back at David. She was relieved that Ruby Mae had interrupted any further advances by David, but she wasn't sure he'd forgiven himself, and didn't like to leave him to his discouraging thoughts. His face showed no trace of the intense emotion she'd seen in the past few minutes. "Go on, I'll be along soon," David said. Christy and Ruby Mae cautiously entered the kitchen, closed the door to the bunkhouse, and set about preparing supper. Christy found herself straining to hear the conversation in the next room. Dan came through once to discard a pot of bloody water and refill it with hot water from the stove, but he could give them no assurance of Bird's-Eye's condition. Soon the smells of cooking filled the house, though Christy had no appetite. David had still not returned from the school house when Dr. MacNeill, Alice, and Dan emerged from the room. They all looked weary. Neil moved to the side board, where Christy had laid out soap and water for them, and began to lather his hands. Christy couldn't bring herself to ask the question that had been on her mind all afternoon. "He's alive," Neil said. "Thank God," added Alice. "How bad is it?" Christy asked softly. "Is he blind?" "No," Neil replied, "but he's still in danger. In these cases it's very easy for infection to spread to the remaining eye. I've covered it for now, to keep him from getting any ideas of leaving." Christy peeked into the bunkhouse. Bird's-Eye lay on the bed, his head bound in white bandages. The odor of ether had crept into the kitchen. "One of us will stay with him at all times," Miss Alice said. "I shall take the first watch tonight. Right now, though, the meal thee and Ruby Mae have prepared is exactly what we need." "Supper's ready any time you are." Ruby Mae grinned, but she must have caught sight of the unconscious man in the next room, because her smile faded quickly. Christy didn't think any of them would be interested in food that evening. * * * Regardless of the cold weather on the following day, the children played outside during the noon recess. Christy and some of the younger children were sitting on the school house steps in the sun when David approached. He smiled, but Christy thought he looked sad somehow. He'd missed supper last night, and had come to breakfast as she was on her way to school. "Hello, Mr. Grantland," Christy said, and young voices echoed her greeting. "We're making Christmas decorations for the singing." The children held up sprigs of pine, holly leaves and berries tied together with string. "Very nice." David took a seat beside them, gazing out at the groups of children throwing balls and running. It was clear he wanted to speak to Christy, but not with the children present. He idly took up one of the evergreen bunches and was on the point of tearing off some pine needles when Christy stopped him. "Sorry," David said, laying it back down. "Preacher?" Lulu Spencer said, "is Bird's-Eye Taylor really tied up in the house there?" Christy winced. The children had been gruesomely fascinated at the news of Bird's-Eye's injury. Even the return of Creed Allen, pocked with poison ivy, hadn't deflected their attention. Only a very stern lecture and a class prayer had quieted the gossip this morning. "No," David replied. "We would never do that to anyone." "But Preacher," Little Burl said, "ain't he blind and gone crazy tryin' to find his lost eye?" Heads around him nodded earnestly. "Children," David said in his deep preaching voice, "Mr. Taylor has been hurt very badly, and it's cruel of you to gossip about him. I know Miss Christy has taught you better than that." He was answered by a sad chorus of apologies. Christy added a warning and then sent the children off to play. "It's been like that all day," Christy said to David when they were alone. She began to gather up the decorations into a basket. "Some of the older children think it's funny. You can imagine all the horrible jokes about his name.... How is he?" "I don't know. I saw the doctor come in a little while ago, and made myself scarce." "Why?" "I'm no help in the sick room, and I don't have anything to say to MacNeill." "You shouldn't avoid him. Neil doesn't think you--" "I don't care what he thinks, I just don't want to hear his 'I told you so'." David leapt up the stairs and disappeared inside. Christy followed slowly, irritated by his brusqueness. "David, no one blames you for what happened to Bird's-Eye." "I blame myself." "We talked about this yesterday, that God will forgive you. You have to forgive yourself, too." "I'm sorry I fell apart yesterday," David said. "I never wanted to put my burden on your shoulders." "You're not a burden. Miss Alice says we have a rare opportunity to minister to Bird's-Eye." "Then it's just as well I'm leaving for Boston tomorrow -- without me here, she may be able to help him." "You're running away." Christy's temper rose when David crossed his arms on his chest. Feet scuffled on the steps as some children called out in a game of tag. David took her arm and led her to the side door of the school, which stood open. "Christy," David said, leaning against the door frame, "I need some time away from the Cove. Maybe I've been trying too hard -- nothing's going right for me. My professor in seminary used to say, 'If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you should do is stop digging.' I feel as though I've shoveled most of the way to China." "You will come back, won't you?" Christy examined David's face. He smiled and grasped both her hands. "Yes, I can't quit. I won't give up on you, either. I meant what I said yesterday about needing you." He leaned down quickly and kissed her cheek. She pushed him back to arm's length and frowned. "Don't," Christy said, "the children are right on the front steps." Christy swept her fingers over her hair, checking the schoolroom to see that it was still empty. "Please promise me you'll talk to your pastor in Boston. I'm sure he'll be able to give you good advice." David's answer was cut short as two young boys came screaming into the classroom, pursued by Creed Allen. "Save us, Teacher!" cried Toot McHone. "He's tryin' to get poison ivy on us!" David stepped between the small boys and their tormentor and called Creed to stand before him. Christy was happy to let David be the one to scold. On this day when she had planned to concentrate on the meaning of Christmas, it had taken all her effort just to keep the children's attention. As David listened to Creed's apology, Christy let the two boys escape past her out the side door. They ran around to the meadow, but Christy froze, staring down toward the mission house at a movement that caught her eye. She recognized Neil MacNeill, sitting on the porch of the bunkhouse, smoking his pipe. He was looking directly at her. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 17 by Annie ........................... As she stepped out of the school house, Christy peered down the hill, scanning the barnyard and corral. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his horse wasn't there. Neil hadn't said anything about it, but Christy was sure he'd seen David kissing her a few days ago. She'd felt it in the way Neil had looked at her since then. She was most of the way to the mission house before she noticed Fairlight at the clothesline, taking down the laundry. "Let me help you with that." Christy dropped her book satchel on the edge of the porch and pulled a clothespin off the nearest sheet on the line. It was damp. "Are these dry enough?" "They'll have to do," said Fairlight. "Rain's a-comin'. Just as well you let the young'uns go early." Christy looked at the gathering clouds, and then shrugged. "Actually, I did it for myself," she said. "They were already excited about Christmas and the singing, and now for days everyone's been curious about Bird's-Eye. It's been all I can do to keep them in their seats for a lesson. They know tomorrow's the last day of school." She knew she would miss the children, but right now she was as eager for the holiday as any of them. Fairlight shook out a blouse and laid it in the basket. She looked across the yard at the bunkhouse. "What are y'all going to do about Bird's-Eye?" "What do you mean?" "With Preacher gone to Boston now, you oughten be just ladies in the house with him." "We talked about it the other night, before David left," Christy said. "Dan Scott's staying here while David's away." "That's better." "Doctor MacNeill says Bird's-Eye won't be well enough to leave for at least another week." "That means he'll be here for the singin' and Christmas Day, and you know he don't want nothin' to do with that. The man's a heap of trouble." "I know, but I can't help but think that God is going to do something with Bird's-Eye. I've been praying for him a lot." Christy took down the last bed sheet from the line. "I'm almost sorry to be going to Asheville." "Sorry?" "I'm afraid I'll miss something." Fairlight lifted the clothes basket to her hip. "Now, don't you disappoint your Mama and Daddy. They been waitin' a long time to see you. 'Sides, God can change anybody, but I don't expect Bird's-Eye'll be preachin' sermons when you get back." They laughed as they climbed the stairs to the porch. "Hey, you ain't seen -- I mean, you haven't seen Miss Alice's quilt for a long time." Fairlight shook her head. "That Zady, she keeps after me and Jeb about speakin' proper English. Jeb takes it serious, now that he's schoolin' with Neil. Zady even scolds John if he says somethin' wrong." Christy wasn't surprised. Although Zady was excelling in all subjects, she was often too blunt in correcting others. "She does it in school, too. Sometimes John gets annoyed with her," Christy said. "Maybe when she's a little older--" "And a little gentler." "And a little gentler. I think Zady will make a good Junior Teacher." "She'll love that," Fairlight said. "Anyway, I was sayin' the quilt's nearly done, and you haven't hardly put a stitch into it since we started. Can you spare some time right now?" "Let's go!" It was slightly more than an hour later when Christy once again climbed the stairs to the porch. She was in the parlor, folding the clothes and bed sheets when she heard the sound of a horse riding into the yard. Neil had been here earlier in the day, but Christy wasn't surprised if he'd returned. He and Dan and Alice were still taking turns sitting with Bird's-Eye all day and night. He would probably go right into the sick room. She never expected the heavy pounding on the door, and jumped in surprise at the noise. Her stomach sank when she saw Gentry Long on the porch. He touched the brim of his hat and then backed away until he stood in the yard. Light rain was falling, but he didn't seem to care. His eyes swept across the length of the house. Christy knew she should say something, but could only stare. In a loud voice he said, "I'm here to arrest Bird's-Eye Taylor." "Arrest him?" Christy's voice seemed very faint to her. She clung to the porch railing. "I know you got him inside." Gentry Long was still speaking loudly. Dan Scott appeared at the door of the bunkhouse, keeping his back against it. Dan's eyes were large and round with fear. Christy wondered if Bird's-Eye was awake. "Bird's-Eye Taylor!" the marshal shouted. "He cannot go with you, Marshal Long," replied the voice of Miss Alice. Christy hadn't even known Alice was in the house, but she was standing right beside her now. Miss Alice calmly met the marshal's stare, forcing him to look away first. "Bird's-Eye is in no condition to be moved," she said. "I heard what happened to him, ma'am," Gentry Long said. "We met up with them two Witters on their way out of the county. Killed Ernie, and got Rip in jail with a bullet in his jaw. I'll be takin' Bird's-Eye with me, one way or t'other." "You will not," said Miss Alice. Christy breathed in some of Alice's determination, and straightened her shoulders. Alice continued, "God has spared this man, though he was left to die. His life hangs in the balance. We have given him sanctuary, and will protect him until he is strong enough to move." The marshal looked toward Dan Scott for a few moments, and back to Alice, as though trying to collect his thoughts. The only sound was the light patter of rain. Christy was sure Gentry Long wouldn't use force, so he would have to go away empty-handed. He seemed to realize it, too. "Now, ma'am," the marshal said, kicking his boot toe into the dirt, "you know if I don't arrest him now he'll never be took." "I do not know that," Alice said, "but nevertheless, you will not take him with you today." Gentry Long made a few more attempts to argue, but he didn't stay long. Christy noticed that Dan had disappeared into the bunkhouse. As soon as the marshal was out of sight, she and Alice hurried to the sickroom. Dan was holding Bird's-Eye by the wrists, struggling to keep him on the bed. Bird's-Eye's head was still covered, but pieces of bandages were hanging in strips where he'd tried to tear them away. Somehow, he'd managed to find and pull on his trousers. "Let go, damn you," said Bird's-Eye, pushing up onto his feet. "I got to get outta here!" Alice helped to force him back onto the bed. "Lie down, Mr. Taylor! You are not well enough--" "I heard him," Bird's-Eye said. "He's gonna come back. Well, I won't be here to be took." He began clawing at the bandages on his head. "I still got one good eye. Let go, I said!" Christy wasn't sure how to help, but before she could move, Alice and Dan each pinned down an arm. Bird's-Eye's energy finally failed him. He slumped back onto the pillow with a groan. "You got no right to keep me here," Bird's-Eye said. "If you step out that door," Miss Alice said, "Gentry Long will surely arrest you. Don't you realize that you are only safe in here?" Bird's-Eye was silent, and Alice and Dan gradually released his arms. He didn't move except to touch his palm to the bandage over his lost eye. Dan retrieved the blanket from the floor and spread it over Bird's-Eye. "Why?" Bird's-Eye asked. "Why didn't you give me up? Ain't that what you wanted?" "It would have been thy death to be arrested by the marshal now," Alice said. "As much as we dislike moonshining, we do not wish to see thee dead." "God has a plan for you, Mr. Taylor," Christy said. "That's why He saved your life." Bird's-Eye seemed stunned by her outburst, and Dan and Alice looked at her in surprise. Christy felt her cheeks grow warm, but she continued to speak. "I don't know exactly why, but I do know God brought you here for a purpose." "Miss Huddleston is right," Alice said, smiling at Christy. Alice rose, took a medicine bottle from the shelf, and measured out several drops into a drinking cup. Bird's-Eye pulled the blanket up to his chest and crossed his arms. "Don't know as I like that. Never wanted nothin' to do with God." "God isn't your enemy," Christy said. She hoped for some response from Bird's-Eye, but he didn't move or speak. "Neither are we," Alice said. She guided Bird's-Eye's hand to the cup. "Drink this -- it will ease your pain." Within a few minutes Bird's-Eye was asleep. Alice led Christy and Dan into the kitchen, where they sank into chairs. Dan looked exhausted. "Miss Christy," Dan said, "what you said in there, what you said to Bird's-Eye, I have to tell you how much I admire you. I haven't felt very charitable toward him." "Thank you," Christy said, "but I can't really take any credit. God put it on my heart to pray for him. I can't get him out of my mind." "I know I ought to pray, too," Dan said, "but sometimes I wonder what I'm doing, tending a man who's hated me since I set foot in Cutter Gap." Christy expected Miss Alice to quote Scripture or explain God's will, but she was silent. She merely smiled at Christy, as though encouraging her to answer Dan. Christy swallowed hard. She couldn't recall a single Bible verse. "Well," Christy said, "I was angry at him, and afraid of him. But now... I don't even know when it happened, but the anger's gone, and I find myself praying for him. I can't explain it." "God's love has pushed out thine anger and fear," said Alice. "It leaves no room for anything else." She touched Christy's shoulder. "It may take time, but we must continue to pray for Bird's-Eye. God will push the anger and fear out of his heart, too." For the first time in a long time, Christy's heart felt light. She leaned over to hug Miss Alice. ........................... Holly and Ivy, Chapter 18 by Annie ........................... Christy stared at the bed. She knew immediately what had happened, but the thought was frozen in her mind. She gradually took in the details of the bunkhouse room, standing rooted to the spot as she held a loaded supper tray. Her initial feeling of panic turned to anger. She finally turned back toward the kitchen. "Miss Alice, I think you'd better come in here." When Alice entered, Christy nodded toward the bed. Alice threw back the bedcovers, revealing rolled-up blankets that had been arranged to look like Bird's-Eye lying on his side. "I brought his lunch at noon," Alice said. That had been more than four hours ago. "Have you spoken to him since then?" "No." "Bird's-Eye looked tired, but obviously he meant to deceive me." Alice walked around the bed, checking the floor. "If he had taken the pain-killer, he'd still be sleeping." "He's not well enough to take care of himself." "When Doctor MacNeill changed the bandages yesterday so that the good eye was uncovered," Alice said, "we knew there was a chance Bird's-Eye would run." "What should we do?" Christy asked. She had been sure that God would change Bird's-Eye's heart. This disappointment was bitter. "Neil may be able to find Bird's-Eye, though I doubt he can be persuaded to come back." "But what if he gets an infection? Or what if the marshal is still out there, waiting for him?" "Thee has been praying for Bird's-Eye, Miss Huddleston. This is no time to stop." * * * "Do you think you can find him?" Christy asked. She held the slice of pie over Neil's plate for a few seconds as she waited for his answer. He hadn't seemed very concerned at Bird's-Eye's disappearance. Instead of rushing out to search, Neil had invited himself to supper. "Not if he doesn't want to be found. He'll have to survive on his own." "Does Bird's-Eye hate us that much?" Christy asked. "Or fear us?" Alice added. "I don't think that's why he left," Neil said. "He hates to be beholden to you or anyone." "I'll never understand that," Christy said. "The Bible commands us to have charity for all, but here in the Cove it's practically a sin." Neil's smile seemed apologetic. "Maybe not a sin, but a weakness." "God forbid they should ever admit to weakness," Alice said. Christy shook her head at Neil. "And you said my God was too demanding...." Miss Alice's eyebrows raised in curiosity, but a crash of pots from the kitchen interrupted their conversation. "Stay right there," Alice said as Christy began to get up. "I will see what Ruby Mae hath wrought." Balancing the pie plate and dirty dishes, she left Christy and Neil alone in the dining room. "What did you mean by that?" Neil asked. "Doesn't it seem like the rules people invent for themselves are much stricter than God's?" "I told you they believe in a harsh God." "There's a line from a hymn I remember," Christy said. "'All the fitness He requires is to feel your need of Him.' God doesn't demand strength and perfection. Why should anyone else?" "Don't forget, in these mountains only the strongest survive." "All the more reason to help each other, and to accept help," Christy said. She studied Neil's face. He didn't seem scornful of her beliefs, as he had in the past. "I wish they believed you," he said, rising from the table. "I must be going. Thank you for supper." Christy watched as Neil pulled on his coat and gathered his things. At the door, he paused and turned back to face her, looking embarrassed. "I forgot," Neil said, "I have something I'd like you to give the children." He opened his saddle bags and took out a sack. "What is it?" "I had this with me yesterday, but I never got the chance to show you." Neil opened the neck of the bag, and Christy saw it was full of lemon drop candies. "Oh Neil, thank you, but you didn't have to do this. I can't imagine what they cost." "The children deserve a Christmas treat. Will you give them out?" Neil held out the sack to Christy, but she wouldn't take it. "No," she said, "come to the singing tomorrow and give them out yourself." She was suddenly afraid he'd stay away. "You're coming, aren't you?" "I can't be sure. That's why I'd like to leave this with you." He shook the bag a little. "Please." "All right, thank you. This is very generous, and I know the children will want to thank you as well." Neil had already climbed into the saddle when Christy once more felt a strong premonition that he wouldn't return to the singing. She ran down the porch steps to his side. "Neil, please do come tomorrow. Please." "You know I can't promise," he said. "Anyone might call for me." "But you will try to be here?" "Why are you so worried?" Now he was looking at her suspiciously. Christy couldn't tell him the real reason, or he would certainly stay away. She hoped she hadn't pushed him too hard already. "I just want everyone to be here for the singing," she said, "before I leave for Asheville." Neil frowned a little, but then shrugged and rode away. .................................. Holly and Ivy, Chapter 19 (final) by Annie .................................. "Close your eyes, Miss Alice!" Ruby Mae peeked into the parlor from the porch, but because of the crowd, she couldn't locate Alice. "Does she have her eyes closed?" Christy laughed as she assured Ruby Mae that Miss Alice's hands were covering her eyes. It took a minute to hush the people gathered in the parlor. They'd been drinking hot cider during a pause in the singing, and the children had decided it was time to present Miss Alice with her quilt. Somehow the girls managed to clear a pathway through the packed room, and they all knelt around Alice's chair. Elbowing each other and giggling with excitement, they spread the quilt across her lap. The other children gathered close behind, trying to get a clear view. "Oh my, this is truly beautiful," Miss Alice said. "You girls made this?" "Yes'm," replied Zady Spencer, "and my Mama showed us how to do it." The children leaned over each other in their eagerness to point out different scenes showing a church steeple, a rider on horseback, a mountain, a river, and an open Bible in the center. Neither the quilt nor Miss Alice could be seen for several minutes, but she finally stood and kissed each of the girls, and then Fairlight. Two girls held up the quilt for all to see. "God bless you all, my dear friends. I shall treasure this always." Christy saw the shine of tears in Alice's eyes as the onlookers clapped their appreciation for both her and the quilt. Christy looked across the parlor, where Dan Scott was describing the quilt to Miss Hattie. To Christy's relief, Neil came in at that moment, pipe in hand. She tried to catch his eye, but Uncle Bogg immediately called him into a conversation in the far corner. Christy felt inside the pocket on her skirt, and promised herself to find a few moments with Neil this afternoon. "Children," Christy called, "it's time for the Christmas story. Come and gather round the fireplace." The children were lining up when the door flew open with a bang. Ozias Holt took one step inside and called, "I'm lookin' for Miss Alice. Is she in here?" "I am," Alice replied as she came forward. "Is it Rebecca? Is it her time?" "Yep, and she's callin' for you." "It's only Alice she wants?" Neil asked. "I'm just tellin' you what she told me," Ozias said. "'Bring Miss Alice Henderson.'" There was a rumble of laughter from the crowd. "Then we must do as she asks," Alice said, smiling at Neil. "Doctor, thee is not needed." "Happy to oblige," Neil replied. "But weren't you planning to ride with Miss Huddleston to the train station tomorrow morning?" Christy and Alice only had time to exchange a glance before Jeb Spencer spoke. "Don't you ladies worry. Me and Fairlight'll be glad to take Miss Christy down to El Pano. You go on with Ozias now. That new baby can't be kept a-waitin'." Everyone went outside as Alice and Ozias Holt rode out of the yard, and it seemed the singing would break up. Christy's disappointment became sharp as she looked around for Neil. He wasn't in sight. "Where y'all goin'? This party ain't over." Jeb's cheerful call brought the crowd back into the mission parlor. Christy had to give her attention to the children, but she didn't relax until she saw Neil, once again in the corner with Uncle Bogg and other men. The children finally quieted down, and Christy stood at the side of their line, ready to prompt those who forgot their scripture. However, the children all proved their remarkable skills in memorizing. The adults stood silently as the children took turns reciting the first two chapters of the Gospel of Luke. They had gotten most of the way through the passage when there was an eruption from the center of the group. "Make him stop, Teacher!" It was Sam Houston's voice. By the time Christy worked her way to the front, there were squeals and yells of disgust from the children. Creed Allen was proudly peeling the scabs from his poison ivy. Christy only had time to call his name when his mother pushed through the crowd, caught Creed by the collar, and yanked him out of his place. The rest of the scripture recitation was lost in whispers and chuckles. This would certainly be a memorable gathering. Jeb led another round of singing, and Christy tried to watch Neil. Was he singing the Christmas carols? She thought he joined in on one or two songs. When they'd sung the final song, Christy remembered Neil's sack of lemon drops, which she'd left in the kitchen. As she started toward the door, she found herself surrounded by a group of her students. "You stay right here, Teacher," Little Burl said. "What are you children up to?" Christy asked. "You'll see," Sam Houston said. Ruby Mae pushed her way forward, hands behind her back. Christy couldn't help but smile at the excited looks on the children's faces. Neil stood just inside the doorway, and winked at her across the room. "Teacher, this here's from all of us," Ruby Mae said, bringing a Christmas angel into view. It was made of cloth, and Christy recognized bits of material that had been used in the quilt. All the children began speaking at once, but in the confusion of words, Christy learned that Zady, Bessie, and Lizette had done most of the sewing, with others contributing wire for the wings and other adornments. "I love it," Christy told them, holding the angel high for all to see. "I'll take it with me to Asheville tomorrow, but then I'll bring it back to use on our tree at school every year. Thank you very much." The afternoon light was beginning to fade, and Christy was sorry when parents began to call for their children. She wouldn't see them for a month. Christy retrieved the lemon drop candies from the kitchen, and positioned herself on the porch to bid each family good-bye. When she saw Neil walking toward the barn, Christy called Ruby Mae, and entrusted her with the candy sack. Christy felt the pocket of her skirt to be sure the contents were still secure, and then went after Neil, trying to walk as calmly as possible. Inside the barn, she saw Neil laying his saddle bags across his horse's back. He offered Charlie a slice of apple as Christy joined him. "Are you leaving?" asked Christy. "The singing's over, isn't it?" "But you weren't going without saying goodbye?" "No." Neil was half-turned toward his horse. He brushed his hands together, and then adjusted the bridle. "I hope you have a nice time at home. Please give my best regards to your parents." "I will. Have you seen Bird's-Eye yet?" Neil nodded. "Is he all right?" "No, but he'll survive," Neil said. "Tell him I asked about him. I'm praying for him." She had rehearsed her next words, but she still felt nervous. "Neil, I -- I have something for you." Neil's eyes opened wide in alarm. "There's no need-- I don't want--" "Just listen to me," Christy said. She was glad she was standing between Neil and the doorway. He looked as though he might try to escape. "Please." He became quiet, and finally nodded. Christy slid an envelope out of her pocket. Her heart was pounding in anticipation. "The present is from my father," she said. "He's wanted to do something for you for a long time, and he asked me for a suggestion." She held up the business envelope so that Neil could see the return address: 'Sharpe & Dohme' of Philadelphia. Christy continued, "I copied this company's name from one of your medicine boxes. Then Daddy wrote to them. Here, read it yourself." Christy waited as Neil read and reread the letter of credit from the pharmaceutical house, arranged by Mr. Huddleston. "Fifty dollars!" Neil said, carefully folding the letter. "I don't know what to say. This is... it's..." "It's no more than you deserve," Christy said. She smiled hesitantly. "Please say you'll accept it." "Yes, thank you, Christy. Tell your father this will be put to good use." "He knows that." "This means I won't have to stretch my medicine supplies so thin this winter. I cannot thank you enough," he said. Neil slowly tucked the letter into his saddle bags. "I have no present for you." "Neil MacNeill," Christy said, grasping his coat sleeves and pulling until he turned to face her. "Your willingness to teach the men's class and to help with the children makes me happier than any gift. Don't you know that?" He smiled broadly in return, though Christy could see Neil became a little uneasy at her nearness. She released his arms, but before she stepped back, Christy pressed a kiss into her fingers and then touched his cheek. "It's Christmas," she said in response to his startled look. Neil caught Christy's hand and squeezed briefly. "Thanks to you, it is." * * * As Christy slowly walked back to the house, she heard a tune played somewhat hesitantly on the parlor piano, and a few voices singing, "Joy to the World." Suddenly she felt an irresistable urge to join them. She lifted her skirts and ran toward the brightly lit house. ....................... THE END OF HOLLY & IVY .......................