DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the beloved novel, "Christy," by Catherine Marshall, and the series, "Christy." I originally borrowed these characters for the sole purpose of seeking personal closure to the unresolved series cliffhanger, The Road Home. Yet, the story continued to unfold. In no way are my musings meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely nonprofit, unpublished fanfiction. A special thanks to Jadie Davis for her diligent proofreading, feedback, and contributing the poem by Robert Herrick (1591-1643) entitled, "Whenas in Silks my Julia Goes." In addition, many thanks to Katrina O'Donnell for additional comments and final proofing. ;-) "As iron sharpens iron, so one sharpens another." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "A Time to Dance" 1997/98 (A sequel to "Somewhere Between Dances" 1995/96) by Jill Kirkley (jill_k@hotmail.com) "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance . . ." Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Love keeps watch and is never unaware, even when it sleeps; tired, it is never exhausted; hindered, it is never defeated; alarmed, it is never afraid; but like a living flame and a burning torch it bursts upward and blares forth . . . " Thomas A Kempis ****************************************************************************** Christy sat in the sunny coach of the train, peering out the window at the craggy, tree-lined mountains rising on both sides of the narrow tracks. Streams of filtered golden rays flowed into the interior, giving the otherwise cramped, stuffy compartment an aura of warmth and cheerfulness. Its brightness reflected her mood on this glorious, spring day. She had planned the trip home to Asheville to join her family for a Huddleston reunion; however, her visit was made even more special, given the guest who was seated to her right. As she eyed the blurred forest pines swishing past her view, Christy considered how similar last evening's events had rapidly swept her down a new and exciting path. The freshness of unveiled love awed her youthful spirit, as it gripped and stirred her heart. Feeling elated, Christy gazed at her traveling companion. He appeared deep in thought, with his chin precariously propped up on a tight fist. He silently stared at the passing scenery. It was not unlike the doctor to lapse into periods of introspection, she noted. Although he usually exuded confidence, Christy sensed an uncharacteristic tension in him, as if he were bracing himself for ominous news. Gently, she reached over and squeezed his hand. Neil glanced at her, his eyes blazing with such intensity that Christy involuntarily let out a shuddery breath. He resembled a protective brown bear, cornered and fearful of losing its only cub. The fervor reflected in his anxious eyes tugged at her heart, knowing that their love was the object he desperately wanted to safeguard. Leaning closer, she softly whispered, "You've already won my heart. You'll gain my parent's approval with your persistent MacNeill charm. It's hard to resist, you know," she coyly teased. "Besides, they owe you a great deal." "Ah, but that doesn't include giving me your hand in marriage as payment for your father's improved health," he darkly countered. "True. My father will require hard evidence that we are genuinely in love," she smiled warmly. "I've not forgotten that I'll be dealing with a lawyer, not to mention your mother. I'm not sure which of them concerns me the most," he attempted a half-smile. "Neil, my parents are both quite fond of you. Their letters reflect admiration and respect." "I'm counting on it," he remarked, while his restlessness remained. Christy stifled a yawn, as the warmth of the compartment with its steady, rhythmic motion was beginning to have a sedative affect. The excitement of the previous evening had left her unable to sleep much during the night. Succumbing to the urge, she nestled her head on Neil's broad shoulder, before contentedly drifting off to sleep. Hours later, the screech of grinding wheels jarred Christy awake, as the train began to slow its speed upon approaching the destination. Cradled under Neil's chin, she discovered that she had slept the remainder of the journey. As she tilted her head upward, Neil's soft lips lightly brushed her forehead. Reluctantly, she sat upright, not wishing to leave the warmth and comfort of his closeness. "You've slept soundly for hours," the doctor noted. "I was having the most wonderful dream. We were in an elegant grand ballroom dancing, when suddenly a shrilled noise pierced the air and interrupted our waltz." "Your dream had an air of reality, given our record for incomplete dances," Neil lightly bantered. Becoming more serious he added, "We'll be in Asheville soon. There's something I want to say before we disembark." She wondered if his gaze would always hold such tenderness, as she stared into his deep-set eyes. "No matter what happens . . ." He paused. "Neil, everything is . . . " "Christy, please hear me out. You need to know that in all my life, I have never loved anyone as deeply as I do you. Whatever the outcome, remember that I'll always love you." Tears swam in her eyes, as she spoke with determination. "Neil, I don't intend to lose you. I have won battles with my parents before. I somehow managed to persuade them to allow me to come teach in the cove, didn't I? Together, we'll figure out a way to make them see how much we love each other," she persisted. "Still. I need more," he stated solemnly. "I need their approval." Forcing a weak smile, Christy replied, "I know." The train halted to a stop, as puffs of dark smoke obscured the train station from full view. They gathered their belonging, and prepared to disembark. Christy peered through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of family members. Filing in a single line, Neil dismounted onto the platform. Turning, he reached up and placed his strong hands on her waist, while lifting her effortlessly from the compartment entrance into his waiting arms. "There she is. Christy! Over here!" a familiar voice rang out. Amid the crowd of weary, hurried passengers, Christy spotted her father. With one arm up stretched flagging her attention, he stood independent and determined. She observed that he rested his partial weight on a walking cane. Christy recognized her cousin, Emily, at his side. Slipping through the press of people, she hurried to her father's protective outstretched arms, as Neil followed. "Father. Look at you! Walking with no more assistance than a cane," Christy exclaimed. "It appears that my patient is recovering according to my prognosis. I made it a point to see for myself how nicely you were progressing," Neil joined in. "Well, doctor, what a pleasant surprise. I must say that you give the notion of making house calls a new meaning," William warmly replied. "Christy didn't mention a traveling companion, when she called. I must admit that I'm relieved you came along." "I'm a grown woman, daddy. I've traveled alone before, although I did enjoy the company," Christy smiled at Neil. Christy's cousin had quietly stepped back, using her unobserved status to great advantage as she scrutinized Neil with curious, keen eyes. "Goodness. Where are my manners. Doctor, this is my cousin, Emily Clayborn. Emily, this is Doctor Neil MacNeill, the cove's physician." "What a pleasure to meet you, Miss Clayborn," Neil offered courteously. "The pleasure is mine, doctor. As it turns out, your reputation precedes you. Uncle William has told me all about how skillfully you doctored him following his stroke," Emily added enthusiastically. Emily was the youngest daughter of Franklin and Eugenia Clayborn, Eugenia being Julia Huddleston's eldest sister. Christy's cousin favored her aunt Julia in appearance. She had a tall, slender build, prominent cheekbones, chestnut-colored hair, and large intuitive brown eyes. However, her warm unpretentious manner, and engaging smile were far more approachable. William took the lead. "Well, we have an errand to run before returning to the house, so let's gather up your luggage. I promised your mother, Christy, that we would stop by the general store for a few items on the way. But, before we do that, I'm famished. Can I interest anyone in a late lunch?" William asked. They settled on a quaint little restaurant in the heart of the downtown district. Due to the excitement of the journey, Christy scarcely considered that she hadn't eaten since before dawn. Seated between her father and Neil at an outdoor table, she nibbled on a fresh chicken sandwich, while soaking in the familiar sights and sounds of Asheville. Automobiles clattering by, the hurried pace of shoppers, and the colorful array of store windows brimming with the latest fashions all competed for her attention. She found the lively atmosphere to be both welcoming and stimulating. Following lunch, they strolled toward the market area. Neil spotted a barber shop tucked away from the main row of shops. "Christy, I hope you don't mind if I slip inside for a haircut while you ladies are busy shopping. Care to join me, William?" "Don't mind if I do. Here's the list, Christy. We'll catch up with you shortly," her father winked, and the men were off. The young women spent time leisurely wandering around the general store, picking up the necessary items on the grocery list. Christy eyed the fresh produce and the rows of staples and supplies, conscious that many residents in Cutter Gap lacked the barest necessities. Such an abundance seemed overwhelming to her, after learning to manage on far less. Emily eagerly introduced the topic foremost on her mind. "Your doctor friend is very dedicated to come all this way just to check on your father, Christy," Emily baited her. "If you've been too absorbed in teaching to notice, in a rugged sort of way, he's quite handsome. Not to mention that accent is enough to stop a young woman dead in her tracks." "Don't you even think about it, Emily Clayborn," Christy retorted, as her cheeks flared hot with jealousy. Her cousin broke into an irrepressible grin. "I thought I spied a spark between you two, as the doctor lifted you from the train. You slipped into his arms a little bit too naturally." "Emily, you've got to promise not to breathe a word of this, until we have a chance to talk to mother and daddy," Christy pleaded earnestly. "Our oath still holds firm. You know your secret's safe with me, cousin," she winked. A childhood memory, as vivid as the day the girls made their pledge, floated before her. Christy smiled, remembering how she had pried the sorted details of her cousin's first kiss from her. Emily had made her swear an oath on great-grandfather Huddleston's grave, not to repeat the matter. To this day, they still honored their confidences. Emily eagerly asked, "Has he formally asked for your hand?" Before Christy could respond, Emily spied the men approaching. "Hush! Here they come." Turning around, Christy beheld the transformation in Neil. Viewing him through a more modern lens, she observed an instantaneous conversion from a rural country doctor into a city gentleman. He was wearing a new, dark brown waistcoat and tie, and his freshly cut sandy curls lay neatly combed in place. As he came and stood next to her, she detected a sharp, spicy scent of bay rum cologne. "Well, by the expression on your face, daughter, I'd say Neil made the right choice in attire," her father commented. "A men's shop was adjoining the barber shop. The doctor is a proud man. I offered to purchase the new apparel as further expression of my gratitude for his services; but, he would hear none of it." Attempting to veil her obvious admiration, Christy smiled demurely in approval. "You look very nice, doctor." "Thank you, Miss Huddleston. I learned the valuable lesson of blending in with my surroundings, during my training in Scotland." "So, is that were you picked up that marvelous accent?" Emily eagerly questioned him. "I'm afraid so. I wasn't aware how much of the dialect I had acquired until I returned to the states, and people asked me if I were from Scotland," Neil bantered. "It's charming, doctor, " Emily agreed. She leaned over and whispered in Christy's ear, "Mark my word, cousin. It's going to take both of us to keep the ladies away now." * * * * * Julia Huddleston was busy bustling about the warm kitchen, overseeing preparations for the upcoming Huddleston reunion. The smell of freshly baked bread and tea cakes permeated the house. Julia was clearly in her element, as she ordered various family members to stir this, and bake that. She hardly noticed the commotion in the entry hall, or the cheerful greetings taking place. "Mother, I'm home," Christy raised her voice to be heard over the chatter. She glanced around, soaking in the atmosphere. Candles were radiantly glowing. The soft light reflected the rich warmth of polished dark mahogany, topped with glistening crystal. Christy and her traveling companion had arrived. They were ushered into the festivities which filled the three-story, pale yellow Victorian home. She greeted an array of aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents. Her younger brother, George, was not among family. Christy missed his presence, at once. He was spending his spring break at a college roommate's farm in Virginia. Julia stepped into the living room, and rushed over to embrace her daughter. "It's so good to have you home, dear. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send out a search party to the general store." Glancing up, she curiously eyed Neil, who was standing behind Christy. "Why, Doctor MacNeill. I wasn't aware that you would be joining us." She quickly recovered. "I am delighted to have you as a guest in our home," Julia offered, as she extended her hand in greeting. Leaning closer, she added, "May I be the first to offer you my sincere condolences on the passing of your wife. Christy wrote and told us of her death. How tragic for you." Neil simply remarked, "Thank you, Mrs. Huddleston. I do hope I'm not imposing, given your full house. I was planning on making arrangements to stay at a local hotel. William insisted I use a spare bedroom instead," he remarked apologetically. "Well, you're more than welcome to stay with us. Friends are always welcome, aren't they, Christy?" "We insist," her daughter chimed in. A familiar melody erupted from the piano in the parlor, causing Christy to cast a quizzical glance at her mother. "Christy, I have a little surprise for you. Since most of your friends are here on spring break, I took the liberty of inviting them over to welcome you back home. It appears that Thomas is at the piano entertaining everyone. They have been anxiously waiting your arrival, dear." Before Julia could turn to address Neil, Emily quickly grabbed him by the arm. She announced, "It's time that you meet Christy's friends, doctor. Otherwise, you'll be stuck in a stuffy library with the men, talking law and politics all night." Neil smiled, and cast Emily a look of gratitude. The cozy parlor was filled with childhood friends, who were mingling about the finely furnished room. Her neighbor, Thomas Bradley, was playing requests on the grand piano in the far corner. Christy instantly spotted a few young men, whom she had briefly dated during her first semester of college. She quickly gathered the awkwardness of the situation. As they entered the room, all eyes were on her and the doctor. Before she could offer a proper introduction, eager old friends and acquaintances engulfed her. Emily leaned into Neil, "Aunt Julia can get carried away at times; although, I'm surprised that she invited so many over. I suspected that she would have wanted Christy all to herself. She sorely misses her." "Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Neil replied, as he watched the group interaction with interest. "I had to notice how friendly a few of the young men are toward Christy. Any former admirers?" "A few, but hardly any that Christy regarded as serious." "I see," Neil glowered. About that time, a trio of flirtatious young females spotted Neil conversing with Emily, and fluttered across the room to be introduced. Recognizing the challenge before her, Emily warily took the lead. "Doctor, may I present Eileen Boyett, Charlotte Burke, and Georgia Hampton. Ladies, this is Doctor Neil MacNeill, Christy's dearest friend from Cutter Gap, Tennessee." "Well, it's always a pleasure to meet acquaintances of Christy." "Why doctor, the pleasure is ours," Eileen sweetly replied. Between greetings, Christy cast a glance toward Neil. Her young friends hovering around him burst into laughter. Eileen placed a dainty hand on Neil's arm, allowing it to linger, as she leaned in closer to him. For years, Christy had stood in Eileen's shadow. At social events, her beautiful friend usually had a full dance card, as eager young suitors avidly pursued her. Christy had grown up envying her emerald green eyes framed by long dark lashes, raven curls, and dimpled cheeks, which graced a heart-shaped ivory face. She knew of few men who could resist her natural beauty, or vivacious personality. Christy glared at Eileen as she made unladylike advances toward Neil. She would not be upstaged this time. At once, Christy attempted to cross the room to his side, as the piano keys struck up another popular tune. An old classmate, Sarah McClendon, stood at the piano beside Thomas. Her clear voice rose above the clamor, as she began singing, "Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling . . ." "Hey, Christy, may I have the first dance for old times sake?" Stephen Ethridge intercepted her path. Truthfully, her former beau had been more like a big brother, than a boyfriend. Not knowing a graceful way out, she sighed inwardly and complied, "All right, I'll dance with an old friend," she corrected him. As Christy's dance partner led in the slow tune, her eyes darted in the direction of Neil. Eileen was not one for subtle flirtation. It was obvious that the doctor intrigued her. Feelings of indignation flared up, as she caught glimpses of Eileen's earnest attentiveness. Suddenly, the doctor was obscured from sight. Moments later, Christy was startled to hear Neil's brogue. "Pardon me, but may I cut in on this dance?" Noting the look in Christy's eyes as she gazed up at Neil, her dance partner reluctantly bowed out. Neil fell into step with the music, taking her possessively in his arms. "You told me, Miss Huddleston, that there wasn't anyone special waiting for you in Asheville. What you failed to mention was that you had a swarm of admirers." "A few friends, whom I briefly dated, hardly is a swarm of admirers, Neil. Neither does it qualify them as special to me. Besides, I'm afraid this entire gathering is mother's attempt to distract me away from Cutter Gap." "As I suspected," he noted with irritation. "Rest assured, doctor. There's no competition here. You stand head and shoulders above them all. I'm far more concerned about the flock of females swooning at your every word. So help me, if Eileen bats her green eyes at you another time, I'll--" "Why Miss Huddleston, do I detect a spark of jealously?" he playfully teased. "Oh, you're quite mistaken, doctor. It's more like an erupting blaze," she laughed irrepressibly. "I can't help it." She lowered her voice. "Your mine." Pulling her closer, he whispered, "I like the sound of that." Christy's face flushed, as the room suddenly felt warm. "An erupting blaze, eh?" Neil continued. "My mother used to quote, Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; its jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.'" "Song of Solomon. Why doctor, I had no idea you could quote scripture." "Just because I didn't embrace my parent's teachings at the time, doesn't mean I wasn't taught from the Bible, Christy. My mother read it aloud often." "Just what else don't I know about you?" Before Neil could reply, he felt a firm tap on the shoulder, which interrupted their dance. He murmured, "Why am I not surprised?" Going to pivot on his heel, he curtly responded, "If you don't mind, I would like to finish just one . . ." He turned to face Julia Huddleston. "Ah, Mrs. Huddleston," he fumbled. "I apologize. I thought you were someone attempting to cut in." Julia regarded Neil thoughtfully before stating the purpose of her mission. "Excuse me, Dr. MacNeill, but William is asking for you to join the men. It appears that our good friend, Judge Warthop, has a nephew who is suffering from trachoma. He is asking about the latest treatments. William thought you could be of some assistance; but, I'll warn you. This could take all evening, doctor." Turning toward Christy, Julia ordered, "See to it, Christy, that you properly entertain your friends, dear." Christy nodded, as she longingly watched her mother usher Neil from the room. Feelings of loneliness crept in, though she stood encircled by childhood friends. Prompted by Sarah's coaxing, voices swelled in blended harmony, flooding her with the melancholy words, "Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountainside. The summer's gone, and all the flowers dying. 'Tis you, tis you must go, and I must bide. But come you back when summer's in the meadow, or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. Tis I'll be there, in sunshine or in shadow, oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so." Her eyes became moist, as the lyrics accentuated Neil's parting from her presence. "He's only going to the library," she softly chided herself. She considered the last time she heard the sad refrain. It was upon Cecil's visit to Cutter Gap. David's old flame had sung the words with such touching emotion, as it voiced her own remnant yearnings for David. Emily approached her from behind. She eagerly whispered, "Well, has he?" "Has he what, Em?" Christy asked, as she turned to face her cousin. "Has Neil formally proposed to you?" Emily asked, as if their earlier conversation hadn't been interrupted. Christy nodded, as a shy smile crept across her lips. Immediately, Emily threw her arms around her. "Oh, Christy, I think he is positively delightful. I couldn't be happier for both of you," she expressed her heartfelt approval. Warmed by her cousin's genuine show of support, she replied, "Thanks, Emily. I just hope that my parents share your same enthusiasm." Pulling away, Christy eyed Eileen, who appeared clearly disappointed that Julia had called Neil away. She stood with folded arms, her lower lip protruding to form a feminine pout. For the first time in her life, Christy understood jealousy. It was a pure emotion, devoid of pettiness. Its roots weren't in envy, as she had once supposed; rather, it was in the knowledge that Neil's affections belonged to her alone. Love demanded true devotion. For when Neil eventually claimed her heart, he won all of it. She was as certain of his undying commitment to her. So, it appeared that Solomon was right. Love cried out for a seal upon the heart, as a means to protect cherished affection. Christy smiled, as she observed Eileen. This time her old friend would have to redirect her feminine wiles toward the rest of the males in the room. This consoled Christy for the better part of the evening. One by one, the last of the visitors leisurely drifted home, and visiting family retired to bed. The house grew silent and still. Christy escaped outdoors for a breath of fresh air to clear her head. She chose her favorite retreat, which lay nestled to the side of her parent's house. There, she stood beneath an arched trellis of rambling, full-blossomed pink roses at the entrance of her mother's flower garden. She observed how the full moon's luminous beams cast uneven shadows through the latticed arbor. Reaching up, she gingerly touched a velvety soft rose petal, breathing in the achingly sweet scent. "It's a beautiful night," Neil spoke, as he stepped out of the shadows. Wraiths of smoke from his pipe snaked around him like a vapor. "Allow me to share my sanctuary with you," she thoughtfully replied. She reached for his large hand, and led him to a secluded bench in the heart of the garden, where they reclined. The radiant moon's amber light muted the otherwise vibrant blossoming red tulips, violet larkspur, and coral gladiolus surrounding them. In the background, crickets broke the silence with their sporadic serenade. "When I was a little girl," Christy began, "I would pretend that I was a princess living in an old English manor, and this was my garden." "It seems fitting for one so lovely to be surrounded by the same beauty." Neil agreed, as he ardently planted a kiss on her captured hand. "Now my lady lives in a sparse mission house, which boasts of a few crocus bulbs. What happened to your ideal dream, Christy?" he asked. "I still dream," she softly replied. "Only now I realize there's more to life than being served. I also have the rustic splendor of the mountains to satisfy my heart." "As a woman, what do you dream of?" he probed. Christy looked down, feeling suddenly shy. "Oh, simple things." "Such as?" he persisted. "Living in a mountain cabin beside a stream, teaching in a one-room schoolhouse," she paused, then met his gaze. "And waiting up for the man I love to ride home at night." Neil stared intently at her face, making her feel self-conscious. Tentatively, he slid his arm around her shoulder pulling her close to his chest. "This dream would satisfy you?" he questioned her. "Always," she replied with conviction. He glanced around ensuring their privacy before leaning forward, and stealing a tender kiss. His lips were warm and inviting. He pulled away briefly, only to return with greater urgency. In turn, she eagerly responded, as her fingers entwined through his curls. She fancied running her fingers through his hair for some time. Breathless, she pulled away from his embrace, transfixed by her own awakened desire. "I should say goodnight," she reluctantly whispered. "Yes, you should," the gentleman in Neil responded. Neither of them observed Julia Huddleston peering through the window at the two enveloped in each other's arms. * * * * * The following morning, the Huddleston residence was brimming with relations, as the reunion overflowed onto the large sunny back yard. Christy questioned whether she had even met all the family who gathered to celebrate their kinship. The sound of giggling children echoed throughout the neighborhood, as they played jacks, marbles, and hopscotch, while the men leisurely paired up for games of horseshoes. Christy mingled about the grounds hugging necks, and introducing Neil. She stole glances, watching as he engaged in debate with her father, and once playing with her young cousin, Rachel. He was so gentle with children, she affectionately noted. She knew he would someday make a wonderful father. As the day wore on, the women were organizing the food out under the shady sycamore tree. Christy surveyed the spread of tangy barbequed brisket, heaping mounds of potato salad, pinto beans, salads, stacks of freshly baked bread, and an assortment of southern pies and desserts. She decided that there was enough food arranged on the brimming tables to feed the residence of Cutter Gap for a week. Life in the cove had changed her perspective on so many things, including her own roots. She hadn't grown up believing she was wealthy, but contrasted with her modest arrangements at the mission, her life on Montford Avenue had been pampered and refined. At the close of a full day of activities, family bid farewell and returned to their homes. Christy sat at the bottom of the stairwell wearily reflecting back on the celebration. Neil and her father had retreated earlier to the library to visit. As she debated whether to join them, her mother strolled by. "Christy, dear, why don't you go on to bed. Surely, you must be tired after such a full day of socializing." "I'm just waiting up for Dr. MacNeill," she lightly replied. "Darling, you know your father. They may be discussing law and medicine into the late hours of the night. Now, run along. I'm sure that you'll see the doctor in the morning." As much as Christy longed to see Neil before she turned in, she lacked the energy to protest. Admittedly, the day's activities had been draining. "All right, mother. Goodnight," she dutifully answered, before turning and mounting the carpeted stairs. Neil sat in an overstuffed burgundy chair across from William, eyeing the volumes of leather-bound books which lined the far wall. The glow from the fireplace danced across the dark, paneled room. The doctor struck a match to light his pipe, and breathed in the sweet scent of tobacco. "Well, doctor, do you have sufficient funds to maintain your eye clinic?" William asked. "We're doing quite well, actually." "You know where to turn, should donations dwindle," he offered. "That's very generous of you, sir, but I didn't come all this way to solicit support. What you gave toward my eye research was more than ample payment for services rendered. Besides, I treated you because I'm a doctor, and out of loyalty to Christy." "Yes, loyalty." William eyed the doctor curiously. "A father would be blind to not notice your respect and admiration for my daughter." "I assure you, William, my feelings for Christy are genuine and honorable," Neil stated earnestly. "May I ask how deeply your devotion lies?" William probed. Neil hesitated. "In truth, I've asked Christy to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal. I've come to ask your blessing, sir. So, I suppose now you know the entire reason for my visit." "I see," William paused. Neil rapidly continued. "I love her like no other, Mr. Huddleston. I promise I'll see to her happiness whatever the cost, if it means moving my practice here." "You would do that?" William asked. "It would be a small sacrifice to be able to share my life with your daughter. I know I cannot offer her what you have provided, but I swear to you that I'll love her until my dying day," Neil spoke with ardent devotion. William rose and warmed his hands by the glowing embers. He considered the man who gave him back his life. "This is what Christy wants?" he asked. "As amazing as it may seem to both of us, it tis," Neil replied, as he shook his head. "Like a true Huddleston, there's no stopping her once she's made up her mind," William sighed. The clock on the mantle chimed the lateness of the hour. Slowly, he cast his vote. "Well then, it would be an honor to have you as part of the family, doctor." "Thank you, sir," Neil gave a relieved smile, as he stood and clasped William's outstretched hand. Julia stood outside the library door straining to hear the muffled conversation. Her furrowed brows registered her disapproval of the conversation she had overheard. "Well, perhaps William is satisfied with Christy's meager existence in those Godforsaken mountains, but that is not what I had envisioned for her. Teaching school is one thing. Marrying the doctor and remaining in the cove away from Asheville is quite another matter," Julia adamantly spoke. Neil exited the heavy wooden door to the library. He headed toward the dimly lit hallway, which led to the downstairs bedrooms, when Julia intercepted him. "Well, doctor, I feared William would keep you up half the night." Neil managed a faint smile. "After visiting, you must be parched. Would you care for a cup of tea, and some leftover teacakes before you retire? We haven't had an opportunity to talk," Julia smiled sweetly. "Don't mind if I do, Mrs. Huddleston," he sincerely replied. Upon entering the warm, cozy kitchen, Julia began heating the kettle on the big iron stove. She prepared a tray of teacakes and set it in front of the doctor, who was reclining in a chair at the kitchen table. With deliberation, Julia began, "Doctor, you know that I owe you a great debt of gratitude for what you've done for William. You gave him back his health, and it is my joy to see him continue to improve, thanks to you. I would gladly give you almost anything in return." The hissing kettle announced that the water was boiling. She paused to brew the tea, and poured them each a cup. She chose a chair opposite her opponent, and was seated. "Except your daughter?" Neil finally voiced the unspoken implication. "Please don't ask that of me, doctor. Surely you can see that you and Christy come from two different worlds, where customs and outlook on life are poles apart." Neil braced himself. He shifted in his seat, and folded his arms across his broad chest. "Couples overcome such obstacles successfully every day, Mrs. Huddleston." Dismissing his retort, Julia continued. "As a highlander, you grew up in harsh surroundings where God appeared distant and vengeful. Christy, on the other hand, never lacked for the finer things. Such a cultured and pampered life colored her world with a more gracious view of our creator, and gave her youthful optimism. Surely you can see that such extreme opposite backgrounds would eventually collide and be your undoing, as it has been for you in the past. Certainly, you don't want to repeat history, doctor." "I made many mistakes in my marriage to Margaret, because I was young and rebellious. I've learned from the error of my ways, Mrs. Huddleston, and I have no intention of repeating them. I've also come to know your God of grace." "Do I have permission to speak frankly with you, doctor?" Julia asked. "Oh course." "Isn't it a little premature to be considering a remarriage? Six months is hardly a respectable time to grieve the death of your wife." "I lost my wife years ago, when she left Cutter Gap. Her death only completes my years of grief," Neil explained. "I understand that you have suffered tragically, and I'm sorry." "Mrs. Huddleston, I love your daughter, more than I can say. We share the same world now, and her welfare is my greatest concern. I promised Christy that if she someday wished to move away from the cove, we would do so." "Doctor, you know Christy would never ask that of you. She understands how deeply your devotion lies with the mountain people. She would suffer in silence, before requesting to return home to Asheville. I recognize that you're old enough to know what you want from life, but my daughter is not. I cannot stop you from marrying her, but it would be against my wishes. Although I admire you very much, I must be forthright about the matter." Neil paused to steady his voice and rein in his sinking emotions before concluding. "By not giving me your blessing, Mrs. Huddleston, you have stood in the way of our marriage. I love your daughter too deeply to take her as my bride without your consent. I know that it would eventually only cause her sorrow." He fought back tears as he made his final request, "In honoring your wishes, I'll be leaving at daybreak to return to Cutter Gap. I'll not be back. Promise me you'll say nothing to Christy before I depart." "As you wish. Doctor MacNeill, please try to understand. Years ago I lost one daughter to scarlet fever. I'm only thinking of Christy's best interests, and her happiness." Neil had heard all he could endure. He nodded, and left the room. Christy leisurely lay in bed, soaking in the morning sounds of birds chirping outside her bedroom window. United in a chorus, they were announcing the dawning of a new day. In contrast, the large house was strangely silent. She sat up, yawning and stretching. Glancing toward the doorway, she noticed a note tucked under her door. She tiptoed over to pick up the envelope. She recognized Neil's handwriting. Perhaps a love note, she mused as she opened the letter. My beloved Christy, By the time you awaken I'll be on the train to Cutter Gap, as it should be. Please don't hate me for leaving you. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. To stay, would only cause you sorrow. Deep in my heart, I feared that our union wasn't meant to be. We come from different worlds, Christy, and such a marriage rarely works. I regret that I did not do the honorable thing, and spare you a broken heart. Forgive me. I beg you to stay in Asheville, Christy. I can't abide your returning to the cove, knowing that I cannot take you as my bride. It was the best of dreams, my love. The memory of you will burn in my heart like an eternal flame. Always, Neil Shock, swift and violent, seized her. She felt her chest constrict, as she struggled to catch her breath. Deliberately, she inhaled deeply in an attempt to steady herself. She clutched the letter in a trembling fist. "This can't be happening. Any minute now I'll wake up." Attempts at self-deception failed her; as rivulets of tears flowing down both cheeks bore testimony to the truth. This was no dream. In reality, her newfound love had been snatched from her, almost as quickly as it had been revealed. She was numb with an overwhelming sense of raw grief. Following quickly on the heels of shock, was intense anger directed at her father. Without thinking about possible consequences, Christy pivoted and stormed into her parent's bedroom unannounced, startling both her parents. Flinging the letter in the direction of her astonished father, she wailed, "Daddy, how could you?" "Little miss, what is the meaning--" "You know good and well what I'm talking about. What did you tell Neil, daddy? That he wasn't good enough for your little girlie?" "Settle down, Christy. I did nothing of the kind. In fact, I gave him my blessing on marrying you, so what's this all about?" Realization dawned on Christy and William simultaneously. Both stared at Julia. "What have you done, mother?" "Christy, I know this is painful now, but in time you will come to see that it is for the best." "The best? The best for whom? You or me?" Christy countered. "Christy, try and be reasonable." Julia kept her voice low. "Doctor MacNeill understood that asking for your hand in marriage, when he has been a widower for less than six months, was hardly proper." "That's not the reason he left, was it?" she continued heedlessly. "You come from two different worlds." "But we are in love!" she cried. "Darling, Doctor MacNeill made his choice, and has returned to the mountains alone. You must accept his wishes." "No, mother. Neil returned to Cutter Gap, because he didn't have your approval. He is too honorable to marry me without your blessing. At least you spared him the real reason for your disapproval." Julia arched an eyebrow, and asked, "Just what is that supposed to mean?" Christy sensed her mother was on the brink of losing her patience, but she pressed on. "Neil didn't meet with Huddleston approval because he was born in a poor mountain cabin, and has dedicated his life to doctoring there. It hardly fits in with your expectations for a proper suitor, or brings me closer to Asheville." "Christy, watch your tone with me. Neil's poor background has nothing to do with it," she retorted. "His present circumstance, however, is another matter." "I'm sorry, mother. I mean you no disrespect, but its time you begin seeing that I can make my own choices," Christy adamantly remarked, as she bent down and retrieved the letter. "He's gone, Christy. He told me he would not return," Julia stated, as she glanced from Christy to William. "Then it looks like you've gotten your wish, mama." Hot tears burned her cheeks. "You made the man I admire most feel unworthy of my love for him. Unfortunately, you also forfeited the chance of having grandchildren by me, for I have no intention of marrying anyone else. My heart will always belong to Neil." "Give it time, Christy. I know from experience that time heals a broken heart, dear." "I used to believe that, but time isn't going to quench love," she firmly declared, before she turned and fled. Entering the solace of her bedroom, she flung herself across the bed. Uncontrollable sobs washed over her like crashing waves. Just two days ago she had stood waiting for the train, contemplating her bright future with Neil. Now her hopes of returning to the cove to teach the children, and marrying Neil had been dashed into tiny pieces. Gone forever. Beautiful spring, with all its bright hopes, withered like faded rose petals under the intense heat of despair and anger. Her peace had been replaced with a sense of numbness and wretched grief. How could she have believed that her parents would bless their union? Anger seethed within, as she thought about her mother's actions. How dare she rob her of happiness? She felt like a moth trapped in a web woven by her mother's interference, and Neil's honor. She was powerless to break free. * * * * * Emily entered the Huddleston residence, immediately sensing the tension hanging in the atmosphere like a thick cloud. She briskly climbed the staircase, her curiosity peaked. She tentatively knocked on Christy's bedroom door and heard, "Mother, I'm not hungry." "Christy, it's Emily," she spoke. The door slowly opened, permitting her entrance. Christy's red, swollen eyes told the story before she uttered a word. "What happened?" her cousin gently asked. "I found this note under my door when I awoke." Christy softly offered, as she gingerly handed her the crumpled letter. Both perched side-by-side on the bed. Emily scanned the message. Her keen eyes glanced up at Christy. "Oh, Christy. I'm so sorry. What could have changed Neil's mind so suddenly? He's obviously deeply in love with you." Christy retold the events of the morning, as Emily sympathetically listened. "I still can't believe he's gone," Christy sadly stated, as tears welled up and trickled down her cheeks. "Perhaps, in time he'll be back," Emily offered. "No. Neil insisted on my parent's permission. He's a man of his word, his stubborn honorable word. Honestly, as much as I admire him for his strong character, there is no yielding the man where his convictions rest." "Sounds like someone else I know," Emily winked at her cousin. "What am I to do?" Christy pleaded. "I can't say, cousin. I know where your heart is leading, but to go against aunt Julia's wishes would get in the way of your relationship with Neil. Eventually, it would only hurt you, too." "I know Em. Even if Neil would have me without mother's approval, the strain would not make for a happy marriage," Christy agreed. "There are no easy answers. Though I'm aunt Julia's favorite niece, I have no firm ground to challenge her wishes, or to even speak my peace at this time. Of course, should such an opportunity arise, I wouldn't let it slip by." Christy smiled at Emily's endless allegiance. "What would I ever do without you?" "Oh, I don't know. You're a resourceful young lady. You managed just fine in the mountains without my help; although, we've always made a pretty great team, huh?" "The best," Christy replied, as she welcomed a hug. "Well, then. I suppose we'll get through this together." After nightfall, Christy picked up a writing quill and began composing a letter which she dreaded to send. The letter read: Dear Miss Alice, It is with a heavy heart that I tender my resignation, effective immediately. I regret this sudden decision, and the inconvenience it will surely cause for you, but it is necessary that I remain in Asheville. Please express my sincerest regrets to the children. I long to say goodbye in person, but that won't be possible. Give them my love. Know that I will always remember you and the children with fondness, and will cherish the memories of my time in Cutter Gap as no other. I feel certain that by the time this letter arrives, Neil will have explained what has occurred regarding our plans for marriage. I know that you understand why I cannot see Neil again. I'm so sorry things turned out the way they did, but circumstances are beyond my control. I covet your prayers. Yours Truly, Christy Rudd Huddleston The words on the page became blurred, as tears obstructed the message. For the first time in her life, Christy faced circumstances which persistence or hard work couldn't conquer. This wasn't illiteracy or poor hygiene, which she stubbornly fought against in the cove. There was no cause to fight, save the injustice of unfulfilled love. She stood at an impasse, facing an insurmountable wall. An inner voice gently beseeched her, Seek faith. Is there anything too hard for Me? You can't change people's hearts, but I can. Urged by the overwhelming sense of despair, she poured out her complaint, pleading her case before One who could intervene on her behalf. "Dear Father, I feel powerless to right what's happened. No amount of pleas or arguments will budge mother or Neil one tiny bit. Yet, I'm learning to trust you, and so I'm asking for your help." Her heartfelt plea cleansed her of the turmoil swirling in her breast, so that she eventually drifted off to sleep. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Neil heard the rustle of tall grass, and turned to see who was intruding on his fishing hour. Alice stood nearby observing him casting a line into the rushing stream. He nodded his head and wearily acknowledged her presence. "Alice." "Neil, art thou going to continue remaining silent about what occurred in Asheville? It might be a relief to unload thy burden," she admonished as she approached him. "Talking about it won't change matters, or bring her back. Somehow I've got to find a way to accept what's happened. I don't expect your sympathy, Alice," he flatly replied. "I'm not offering it, Neil; but, I believe our offer to help one another still stands." "It's not that I don't appreciate your concern. The truth is, Mrs. Huddleston was right. Christy deserves far more than I could ever offer her. I was deluding myself to think I could make her happy." "Were you, Neil? I believe thy love for her is a genuine gift," she gently spoke. "But obviously it wasn't enough," his eyes darkened, as he became haunted by the past. "So, thee is giving up without a fight?" Alice challenged him. "A man cannot fight disapproval or rejection, Alice. Genuine respect must be earned," Neil countered. "And how will you earn Julia Huddleston's respect here in Cutter Gap?" Neil shook his head. "I could not stay in Asheville. If I had remained Christy would have meddled, and that would have only led to more misery." Does Christy not have a say in the matter?"she asked. "This is not Christy's decision. You of all people should understand the importance of her parent's blessing on our marriage, Alice. Particularly, since I didn't honor it when I ran off with Margaret." Neil turned and looked at her as he spoke. "I was wrong to take your daughter as my wife without your knowledge. It put a strain on your relationship, which never fully recovered. I take responsibility for that, and I'll not put Christy through the same ordeal." "So, thee has chosen a life of self-sacrifice, rather than seeing her suffer?" Neil nodded silently, glaring down into the swirling water. "An honorable man puts the needs of those he loves above himself. Know that thee has earned my respect, Neil." She gently placed her hand on his forearm as a gesture of endearment. "Perhaps in time thee may earn Julia's regard, as well." She pivoted to leave, and then turned about with a final word of counsel. "Thou art a man of honor, doctor. Know it in thine heart to be true. Otherwise, thee will accept Julia's shortcomings as thine own. To do so, will surely cloud thy judgment, to where thee cannot see the light." Her loving gaze held his for a brief moment, before Neil responded, "Thanks, Alice." She smiled affectionately, then left him in solitude. Neil put up the pole, and seated himself on a moss-covered log which had fallen beside the surging water. He restlessly ran his fingers through his hair. His countenance was downcast, as one defeated. "Was I a fool to believe I could have such a rare prize?" he utterly softly, his mind reverencing the woman he loved. Glancing toward heaven, he beseeched, "Lord, I believed that you gave her to me as a gift. At such times your ways appear so inscrutable; yet, I can see that your hand did not cause this to happen." He paused in reflection. Sighing heavily, he continued, "I haven't the heart to surrender my love for her a second time. I must bear it, as best I can." In the midst of bare sorrow he sensed a Presence enveloping him, offering love and comfort as a soothing balm. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A month went by, and Christy received no word from Miss Alice. She understood, given her responsibilities with teaching in several schools, and caring for the sick. Again, she admired her friend's pioneer spirit and dedication to her work. She missed Miss Alice terribly, and the children. When she had quit looking for a reply to her resignation, a letter came. It read: My dearest Christy, I trust this letter finds you well. Thy smiling face and high spirits are sorely missed in Cutter Gap. I fully understand thy reasoning for your resignation, but I must confess that it has been hard on the children. Little Burl and Creed Allen mope about like lost puppies. Mountie is more withdrawn, but this is as I expected. Thee filled a vital need here in the lives of these children, and thy words of encouragement are now absent. Know that they ask about thee often. Neil did explain to me some of what happened, although I doubt if it's the entire matter. He remains reserved and sullen much of the time, still blaming himself. I have tried to reason with him, but it's doubtful if he has fully heard my admonishment. The purpose of my writing is not to depress you, child. I know that thee must be grieving in thine heart, the same as Neil and the children. Thee could not control how your mother or Neil would react, any more than thee could harness the wind. I've known Neil for some time, and I'd say that his affections remain with thee as strong as ever. He has begun attending worship services at the mission, much to David's surprise, and our neighbors. He occasionally slips in the back during song service, and exits before anyone can make a fuss over his presence. I do indeed lift you up in my prayers, as I do Neil and the work here. I have to believe that God isn't finished in this matter. You know he works in mysterious ways, Christy. Thee has witnessed it many times. Believe that he will continue to work even now. Be patient, and wait and see what the Lord has in store. I remain faithfully yours, Alice Henderson ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Like a smothering cloak, summer descended upon spring, stifling the early morning cool breezes with smoldering humidity. Christy felt restless, as her prayers went unanswered. The summer's sultry heat intensified her aching loneliness and troubled spirit. She thrust open her upstairs window, in an attempt to coax the slightest current of air into her bedroom. Perhaps cleaning her room would channel her frustration into something constructive, she fumed. At such times, Miss Alice's words, "Seek faith," struck a resonating cord, and uplifted her wavering hope. In turn, she considered Solomon's admonition, "He has made everything beautiful in its time." Surely, there must be a time to dance and to love! Every fiber of her being cried out to hold onto this ageless truth, and to seek faith. She smiled, knowing that Miss Alice would encourage fighting the inner grappling of despair with truth. Christy gathered up the assortment of writing materials scattered across her bed. She put the initialed ivory stationery, quill, and correspondence in the top drawer of her nightstand. Her eyes fell on her opened bible, which rested atop the nightstand. She glanced at the red letters which appeared to leap from the printed page, "If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye will say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place,' and it shall be removed; and nothing shall be impossible unto you." A mustard seed was such a tiny grain. Realization dawned on her, causing hope to swell in her heart. Rejoicing, Christy reached out in prayer. "Lord, my faith may not be much, but I know Your power is infinite. Whether it is moving mountains or changing hearts, I know it's not too difficult for You. So, I'm asking You to move my mountain, if it be Your will." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Emily paused in the doorway of the Huddleston library. She held in her hand a bundle of worn, discolored envelopes tied with a faded blue ribbon. Hesitantly, she interrupted Julia's reading. "Aunt Julia, I was rummaging through our attic, and came across these letters. I was surprised to see that they were addressed to you. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, but I thought you might want them back." Emily entered the room and handed them to her aunt. Julia stared in disbelief at the yellowed envelopes, as she gingerly touched the soft, musty ribbon. "Oh my! I had almost forgotten, as it was so many years ago. At the time, I couldn't throw them away." "I noticed they weren't from Uncle William." "No. They were from my first love. My father disapproved of my keeping any reminders of that relationship, so I gave them to Eugenia for safe keeping. I knew I could trust your mother." With a pat on the chair next to hers, Julia motioned for her favorite niece to have a seat. "According to the date, you must have been about Christy's age. Did you love him very much?" Emily gently asked. "Yes, blindly, I'm afraid," Julia soberly replied. "I can see now that everything turned out for the best. Yet, at the time I had been so heartbroken, as though my world had ended." "May I ask what happened?" Julia sadly nodded, reminiscing. "I was young and naive when I met Andrew, and he was charming and attentive. I loved him fiercely," she admitted. "When he asked for my hand in marriage, he approached my father to seek his permission. I was so taken by him, I believe I would have become his bride without my parent's consent." Julia's gaze drifted out the nearby window, as the years fell away. In a low voice, she continued. "My father responded to his request by offering him a good sum of money to leave town, if he abandoned any future thoughts of our marriage." Julia was having difficulty keeping her voice steady. "He accepted the bribe, and I never saw him again. He left without so much as saying goodbye." "How sad for you," Emily empathized. "Yes," she nodded absentmindedly. "I was devastated. Later, I realized that if he had loved me as much as I loved him, no amount of money would have diverted his affections. My father sensed his shallow devotion, and wanted to spare me future sorrow. He did not love me enough to resist the offer." "Unlike Doctor MacNeill," Emily carefully contrasted the two admirers. "What does Neil MacNeill have to do with Andrew, Emily?" Julia's eyes widened in annoyance. "Dr. MacNeill didn't succumb to bribery. He refused to marry Christy because of honor, not shallow devotion," Emily calmly asserted. "I saw the way he looked at Christy. He looked at her, like Uncle William looks at you." "Oh? How is that?" Julia questioned her. "Like she was the only woman in the world." Emily rose to leave, as her mission was accomplished. "You were fortunate to meet Uncle William and fall in love again. It appears that God granted you a second chance at love. Few are so blessed." "Yes," Julia concluded, deep in thought. * * * * * Alice and David waited beside the railroad station, peering down the long row of tracks. The train was not on schedule. Miss Alice kept a watchful eye, as she intermittently glanced at her watch. Her foot tapped repetitively on the wooden platform, driving David to distraction. He cast a glance her direction and spoke, "Relax, Alice. She'll be here soon, and then we can get this little surprise underway. Any regrets about keeping it a secret?" "No, David. We serve a God who is full of surprises," she returned his smile. "Imagine the priceless look on the man's face." Suddenly, the faint sound of a chugging engine echoed through the hills. In anticipation, they eagerly waited until the train came into view. They watched as it grew in size and volume, finally coming to an abrupt halt in front of the El Pano station. Momentarily, a young lady stepped off onto the platform, looking around nervously. She spotted Miss Alice. Alice took the lead, and approached her. "Miss Carver, it's so good to see thee," Alice welcomed. "Cecile, please," she shyly replied. "Cecile, this is David Grantland, the mission's minister. David, meet Cecile Carver," she introduced. "Welcome to Tennessee, Cecile. Here, let me get your bags and we'll make tracks back to the mission. I know you're anxious to see Daniel," David offered. "Thank you," she replied. David began hoisting the luggage into the bed of the wagon. "Does Daniel know of my arrival?" she asked Miss Alice. Her dark eyes pleaded for more information. "We've managed to keep it from him, which is an amazing feat considering Ruby Mae's tendency to eavesdrop and chatter about everything. You'll meet our tenant, Ruby Mae, at the mission." "This is so kind of both of you to send for me. I've been longing for this day to finally come." "We knew Daniel lacked the funds to do so, and the mission managed to have a little spare cash on hand after getting through the winter months. Daniel has given so much to us that we wanted to give him something in return. What better gift, than to bring thee to him." "We will never forget your kindness," Cecile gratefully replied. Daniel was washing the crimson blood off his hands from skinning a squirrel, when he heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats echoing up the cove. He spotted David galloping Prince up the hill toward his cabin. David swiftly dismounted from the animal while announcing, "Daniel, I need for you to come with me. Alice says she needs your assistance back at the mission." "What seems to be the problem?" he asked. "She didn't say, only that she needed your presence immediately." "It's probably the expectant mother in the Lufty Branch community. She looked ready to deliver her baby last week. I'm amazed that we haven't heard from her husband before now. Give me a minute to dry my hands. I also need to grab my medicine bag before we can be off," Daniel replied. With haste, Daniel prepared to leave with David. Mounting the horse, they dashed down the wooded incline toward the mission. The men briskly entered the mission house. Lingering about in the dining room, Ruby Mae peeked around the corner, and grinned their direction. "Why, howdy, Mr. Daniel," she giggled. Setting aside his bag by the door, Daniel replied, "Hi Rudy Mae. Where's Miss Alice?" "Straightway up the stairs, I reckon." He called up the stairwell, "I'm ready when you are, Miss Alice. I'd wager we'll be paying a visit to Lufty Branch." Alice called down, "No, Daniel. I believe thy visit will be with a woman from Freedom, Kentucky." Daniel looked up, startled. Cecile dismounted the staircase wearing a fresh yellow cotton frock which contrasted nicely with her dark skin. She smiled radiantly through her tears. Neither of them spoke, as Daniel reached out his arms to embrace her. "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you so," he spoke softly into her hair. "Well, love is worth the wait," she replied. "We have Miss Alice and David to thank for sending me the train fare," she explained. He lifted her chin and tenderly kissed his bride-to-be on the lips. Neither of them had wavered from their hope of being reunited. Today was the fulfillment of that dream. Residents of Cutter Gap filled the church house, as curious onlookers turned out in mass to witness the novel wedding of the cove's first black couple. A baby was wailing in the background, as a young mother stood outside the building bouncing him on her hip. Several women waved fans to circulate air in the stuffy church house. Aunt Hattie softly strummed on a dulcimer, playing the tune of the wedding march. The crowd turned and beheld Cecile gracefully strolling down the aisle, beautifully adorned in white lace. She held a summer bouquet of pastel wild flowers tied in a bow with white satin ribbons. A ring of flowers, resting on her curls, held her sheer veil in place. The crowd agreed that the bride looked lovely, as they solemnly observed David properly tying the knot for Daniel and Cecile. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Fall arrived expectantly. It lay beneath the thick blanket of fog clothing the furrowed hills, and in the crispness of the dawn air. Foliage burst into flaming hues. It was as if a master painter chose special care in selecting a rich palette of warm, vibrant tints. Amber, scarlet, and sienna sprinkled the countryside, amid varied shades of green mountain laurel, cedar, and pines. To Christy, fall arrived like a whisper of thanksgiving, for it brought a reprieve from the relentless, idle days of summer. If nothing else, fall meant productivity, as she returned to pursue her college studies. Her decision to return to academia had been in part to appease her father, but more to occupy her tormented mind. Yet, fall flooded her with the remembrance of that fateful autumn day in the schoolyard, and the subsequent events which followed during the past year. Crystallized memory had carefully preserved her dreams, tenderly filing them away in the corridors of her heart, to be retrieved at will. With resolute, she reminded herself that she would not forget, or lose hope. True to form, college kept Christy moving at a hurried pace, with piled-up tests and research papers. She filled her days with learning. Her keen mind enjoyed the mental exercise, and the constant activity was therapeutic. Nights were another matter. Politely refusing to accept offers from friends or male classmates to study together or to go out to dinner, much of the time Christy studied in solitude in her room. She would read until her eyes refused to focus. Then she would climb wearily between the thick, soft covers and seek rest. Sleep often evaded her. In the late hours of the night when her thoughts would race, she began writing poetry. Here, her yearnings demanded voice. So, she poured out her love for Neil on paper, knowing that he may never read the scribbled amateur script. It comforted her, nonetheless. One particular piece, which she entitled, Unfulfilled Love, expressed her ardor best. It read: O fervid love, torn from my breast Before fruition came to be. Amid glowing embers of desire, Burns unfulfilled love for thee. Must what remains be nothing more Than a flame flickering; Testimony to what may never be? O surely, Lord, you have in store A bright rekindling between me and thee. When sleep would come, a dream she had in Cutter Gap became a recurring theme; although, it was now more intrusive than before. In her vision, she exited from the schoolhouse into the misty fog. Through the haze, she spotted Neil, sitting poised on his horse. Bending low, he reached out his hand and entreated, "Come away with me, my love. Don't you hear the mountains calling?" Unfettered by restraint, she lifted her skirt and ran toward him. She felt as light as air. Blissfully, she was swept up onto the back of the doctor's horse, as Neil pulled her up next to him. Wrapping her arms around the warmth of his waist, they loped away as two carefree spirits destined to be united. Repeatedly, she would awaken and be filled with desires so intense that it distracted her from any further notion of slumber. At times, she found it difficult to refrain from packing her bags and answering the call in her dream, be it real or not. In the velvet darkness, rationality would intone that life would not play out, as in her dreams. Reason and honor stood as proud sentinels, barring such abandonment. In bowing to that knowledge, she would soak her pillow with tears. * * * * * Cecile stood nervously in front of the classroom full of long-faced children. She spied Little Burl, who was eyeing her curiously. Creed Allen whispered, "She be dark like Mr. Daniel, but a might purdier." Cecile managed to stifle a grin. In truth, she was only helping Miss Alice with English, History, and Geography lessons. Even then, it had caused quite a stir among the residents of Cutter Gap. It had taken the local folk nearly a year to accept Daniel's presence. Now, the notion of having a married, black woman teaching their children, was more than some of them could tolerate. Again, there were those families who pulled their children from attending the mission school. They were not open to hearing David or Alice's reasoning that the mission was severely shorthanded. Jointly, David and Alice had weighed their options, and reasoned that the risk of low school attendance was unavoidable. Eventually, David approached Cecile to see if she would be willing to lend a hand. Cecile decided to attack the situation head-on. "This is our first day together. I know you all miss your former teacher, Miss Christy. I can't take her place. Nobody can. I know that her leaving makes you all very sad. I'm sad too." "What are ye sad bout?" Becky spoke up. "I miss the children I used to teach, back home in Kentucky. As much as I look forward to working with you'all, it's just not the same, is it?" "Reckon hits not," Sam Houston agreed with a sigh. "I have an idea," Cecile offered. "Maybe we could help each other, and get through our sadness together. There is an old saying, A burden shared, is half a burden.'" Following an endless silence, Zady replied, "We could give hit a try, I reckon." Slowly headed nodded around the room. Mountie raised her lowered head, and forced a weak smile. "Well, I'd say that's a start," Cecile smiled gratefully. Inwardly she sighed, knowing that following in a devoted teacher's footsteps was going to be a struggle, for both herself and the pupils. Christy had left an indelible mark in the lives of these children. That much Cecile was certain. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Again, fall began to summon winter's chill, dripping the trees and pitched rooftops with iridescent icicles, and shrouding the brown earth with a powdery vail of white snow. Christy huddled on the swing under the bare sycamore tree in her yard, as her foot etched circles in the crunchy, wintery mix. In the stillness of the moment, she looked up to observe snowflakes softly drifting through the air. They clung to her lashes, and numbed her nose. Emily had come over earlier that morning to help her wrap up a Christmas package for the mission in Cutter Gap. Surely by now they would be running low on supplies, so she bought writing paper, pencils, and chalk. She added a variety of favorite children's books. In addition, she included a generous supply of flavored candy sticks and salt water taffy. She would mail the bulky package tomorrow, to ensure sufficient time for it to arrive by Christmas day. It was a little over three weeks away. She had returned toAsheville for the holidays, after completing the fall term with a 3.5 grade point average. Quite high, but then reflecting back on the blur of completed assignments, she recognized she channeled all her frustrations into studying. Her social life was nonexistent, so there was no competition for the focus of her energy. Her father was obviously very pleased with her grades, expressing something about being "a chip off the old Huddleston block." She knew she should feel the same sense of accomplishment and pride for a job well done, but in its place was emptiness. Futility. She squelched the daunting fear that her life was becoming meaningless. What did it matter if she did well in college, when furthering her education was not what she longed to be doing? She knew her dreams rested in the laughter of her children, and in watching them blossom into what God intended them to become. She reveled in observing Creed Allen's quick mind grasping new ideas; in Zady's determination to be the best that she could be in math; in Rob Allen's aptitude to become a writer, and in Little Burl's tenacity to learn his multiplication tables. Rather than being the student, she longed to be the teacher, expounding knowledge to her pupils. With unwavering certainty, she knew that teaching was what God had intended for her life. He confirmed it repeatedly in her feeling fulfilled from the work. Now, she felt out of her element. Unsatisfied. She longed to resume her title, and to feel a part of something greater than her own accomplishments. The image of the doctor invaded her thoughts. Neil. How she longed for him. Knowing that he would always love her made it impossible to even consider a new life without him. Attempting to eradicate him from her thinking or from her dreams would be futile. Their lives were permanently entwined, despite distance or circumstance. As expected, she discovered that time was no salve for her broken heart. Instead of easing the pain, she was dismayed to experience her passion for the doctor burning with greater intensity. Softly, she began crooning the haunting words, which mirrored her soulful yearnings, "But come you back when summer's in the meadow, or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. Tis I'll be there, in sunshine or in shadow, oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so." She clung to the swaying rope, fighting back threatening tears. It was no use. They spilled down her cheeks, stinging her face. With the back of her hand, she wiped away the clinging droplets. Julia Huddleston peered through the lace trimmed kitchen window, observing the lonely figure perched on the swing. Her daughter's forlorn expression was not lost on her. Her concern for Christy's emotional state was growing. Surely eight months time was long enough for her to realize that she needed to pick up the pieces, and get on with her life; but, she continued to turn down invitations from suitable young men who came regularly calling. If her daughter kept this up, they would consider her uninterested and cease making the effort. Oblivious to her pondering, William came up behind her and began flirtatiously reciting, "Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, me thinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!" "Oh, William! I believe you are a hopeless romantic," she lovingly teased her husband. He gently kissed his wife on the cheek. "Guilty as charged; although, I doubt that it would be true if I hadn't met you." Looking more closely at his beloved wife's face, he observed worry lines creasing her forehead. "A penny for your thoughts, my dear." "I fear our daughter may not end up as fortunate as we are. She turned down two dates from old friends just this week. What are we going to do with her?" "Well, dearest. I believe Christy has voiced her resolve concerning dates and marriage. She's made it quite clear that she has no intentions of even entertaining the idea. We must honor her wishes." "William, I'm surprised at you! She will most certainly marry someday. She just needs to get her thoughts away from the doctor, and the mountains." "I think you are asking a great deal of her," William replied. "She has given up the man she loves, and teaching the children. Whether we understand or agree with her love for the mountain people, they are what matters most to her. Now she has neither the doctor, nor her children." "But surely, I figured that she would begin to develop new interests. It's not working out as I had hoped for her," Julia responded in disappointment. "Perhaps the problem is in your expectations, not in Christy," William gently confronted her. "What are you saying?" "Would it have been so wrong for her to have married the doctor, and stayed in Cutter Gap?" he asked. "You can't be serious!" she protested. "I've been silent the past months, waiting to see if she would recover. I highly doubted if she would, but I was patient. We both know she is miserable. I can't bare to see my little miss so unhappy, and I don't think you can either. She deserves better, Julia. I know that marrying Dr. MacNeill isn't what you envisioned for her; however, I think it's time to put aside dreams for her, and concentrate on what would make her happy." Julia paused to consider her husband's admonition. "Doctor MacNeill said he would not return. Even if I agree, what could we do?" "The doctor is too proud to return without an invitation. So, we'll invite him." Slowly, she conceded. "Very well. Shall I write the telegram, or shall you?" "I think it would be best if it comes from you, my dear," William suggested. Julia went to her writing desk, and pulled out a sheet of plain paper. Taking her husband's advice to heart, Julia jotted a telegram to be delivered in haste: Dear Doctor MacNeill, I know you never expected to hear from me, and I don't blame you if you do not respond favorably to my request. I am writing to extend an invitation for you to be a guest in our home, as Christy is here on break from college. She is pining her life away because of the memory of you, and I beseech you to come to her. I apologize for interfering with your intentions to wed my daughter. In doing so, I see that I robbed you both of true happiness. I don't expect you to understand a mother's heart or dreams for her little girl. Unfortunately, I let my own wishes cloud my better judgment. I overlooked her desires. I once told her that her dreams mattered to me. They are not my own, but they are worthy of fulfillment. By asking you to take her as your wife, I am giving back what matters most to her. I realize this isn't the first time I have made you feel unworthy of my consideration or respect. I'm truly sorry. I can only ask your forgiveness, in the hopes that you will follow your heart. Please come at once on the next available train. Sincerely, Julia Huddleston * * * * * Christy sat on her bed halfheartedly reading her leather bound version of "Little Women." She identified with the character, Jo. Her heroine was strong-willed, determined to make it on her own, turning down a marriage proposal, to fall in love with an older man. Their similarities were disturbing. Regrettably, she snapped the book shut and pushed it aside. At least in novels, the fair lady is reunited with her beloved, she thought ruefully. The sound of muffled voices echoing up the stairwell interrupted her thoughts. Moments later, there was a soft tap on her bedroom door. Her mother poked her head around and announced. "You have a visitor, Christy. He's in the parlor waiting for you." "Mother. I'm really not in the mood to receive callers. Perhaps he could come back another time," she replied. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible. He's come a long way, and it's snowing." "What do you mean? Who is it?" "A friend from Cutter Gap is here to see you, Christy. I haven't the heart to turn him away." Saying no more, Julia turned and went downstairs. Her mind was racing! Who could have come from Asheville? Perhaps it was David. According to her latest letter from him, he was considering an engagement to Miss Cecil Renee, from Boston. Coming calling would hardly seem proper, unless it would be to tell her in person about his plans for marriage. She hoped that was his motive. Surely he wasn't here in hopes of affirming any lingering emotions she might have for him. As fondly as she would always remember David, she knew with certainty that what she felt for him was strong affection, but not love. She glanced in the mirror at her reflection. She quickly ran a brush through her long curls, which fell freely down her back. She smoothed her grey wool skirt carefully, before dismounting the stairs. As she swung the parlor door open, she greeted her visitor. "Well, stranger, welcome to Ashe . . ." Her salutation instantly lodged in her throat, as Christy froze in place. Neil stood up, and swung around to meet her level gaze. With haste, he crossed over to the door, deliberately shut it, and leaned into her. His nearness made her lightheaded. Nothing could have braced her for seeing him again. Tears pricked her longing eyes, then flowed unabated. "Oh, Christy," he whispered softly. Tenderly, with trembling fingers, he lifted her chin and wiped the streaming droplets before planting a kiss on each cheek. She shut her eyes, unable to tolerate the softness of his touch. As astonishment ebbed away, a fresh wave of dismay and passion jolted her senses. Finally, she found her voice. "Why have you come? Can't you see that if I can't have you, then it's best . . . " Wretched sobs made it impossible for her to continue. Strong arms drew her into a tight embrace, but she refused to be comforted. She fought to break free of his grasp. He spoke up urgently, "Please don't struggle so, love. Listen to what I have to say," he earnestly pleaded. "I've come to take you with me, Christy. I'm still yours," he fervently declared. "I'll always be yours." She ceased resisting him, and searched his face in an attempt to make sense of the meaning of his words. "Your mother wrote to me. She's giving us a chance at happiness, Christy," Neil hastily explained. "Say that you'll still be my bride," he firmly entreated. Unable to wait for a reply, Neil eagerly captured her waist with a determined arm, pulling her next to him. She felt the warmth of his body against her, and his rapid breathing. His face was inches above her. Bridging the distance, he bent down and eagerly pressed his lips fully on her mouth. "Yes," she uttered between kisses. She could refrain no longer. She succumbed to the drawing of her heart. His kisses were like coming home. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Christy snuggled under the thick quilt warding off the night chill, as she reflected on the extraordinary events of the day. Radiant beams of moonlight sifted through her bedroom windowpane, which sparkled with freshly fallen snow flakes. Her gaze traveled upward toward the starry heavens, drawing her thoughts to answered prayer. Christy marveled at how God removed her mountain of obstacles and despair. On the day she left Cutter Gap, she had come to understand that God made everything beautiful in its time. In its proper season, love had been awakened in her. Yet, love did not come to fruition, except through much striving and perseverance. In its time. Furthermore, to her awe and amazement, God brought it about by turning difficult circumstances into something altogether lovely. She pondered at how adversity made the reward all the more precious. In joyful anticipation a sense of peace welled up, threatening to overflow. She would return to the cove as Mrs. Neil MacNeill. She felt certain that she would be able to resume teaching at the mission school on a half-day basis, with Cecile Carver assisting her. With greater clarity, she breathed a prayer of gratitude to the One who ultimately placed her dreams within her grasp. In doing so, God had granted her the desires of her heart. A soft rap at the door interrupted her meditation. "Come in," she called. Julia stood silhouetted at the partially cracked door, peering in at her daughter. "I just came to say goodnight, and . . . to say that I'm sorry." "For what, mother?"Christy asked. She crossed over to the bed, and sat beside Christy. "I was so certain I knew what was best for you. I refused to see that you were grown up enough to make your own choices," Julia sadly confessed. "In the process, I interfered with something that I now believe God was orchestrating." Christy nodded in acknowledgment. "Thwarting His plans must be harder than I once supposed," she thoughtfully considered. "Whether I agreed with what you did, or not; it doesn't matter now. I never doubted your love, mother. What's important is that you sent for Neil." "Then, I'm forgiven?" Julia hesitantly asked. Christy smiled, extending grace instead of resentment. "Of course you are." The strained politeness, which had hung between them for months like a taut wire, now eased. "I should have trusted you, Christy. In the future, I'll try and remember that." She gently kissed her daughter's cheek and admonished, "Now that we have that settled, it's best that you get some rest, dear. We have a lot of planning to do." "Goodnight, mother," Christy called, as Julia rose and gracefully swept through the door. Christy strolled through her mother's garden, its shrubbery encased in glistening ice dusted with powdery snow. To her delight, encircling the path around the bench was a thick ring of yellow and purple pansies poking their frosted petals through the white drift. The sun was beginning to set, threading the strands of clouds with shades of dazzling orange and muted lavender. She paused, reveling in the wintery beauty encompassing her. Lost in the moment, Christy failed to notice his presence until he gently wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled, and leaned into Neil. "What beauty," she quietly reflected. "Yes," he replied, looking intently at her face. "I was referring to the sunset, the flowers, Neil," she grinned. "Ah, that too. Nevertheless, it pales in comparison to the sight of you," he tenderly spoke, while leaning closer to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I've got something that belongs to you." Intrigued, Christy turned and watched as he gingerly pulled a small velvet brown pouch from his coat pocket. He gently turned her palm upright, and carefully poured out a golden necklace into her hand. She lightly traced her finger across an exquisite cross, inlaid with intricate flowers, butterflies, and a dove. "Oh, Neil. How beautiful!" she exclaimed. "This belonged to my mother. It was her only piece of jewelry, save her wedding band. She wore it always. According to her, it had been passed down through the MacNeill family for seven generations." "Compared to mine, it's so ornate," she noted. "Celtic crosses often have sacred symbols carved on them, like these representing the resurrection." He pointed to the ring at the midpoint. "The circle at the center is a Gaelic symbol, depicting time and eternity," he explained. Neil sighed heavily. "When I was fourteen years old, my mother passed away. On the day that she died, she handed me her cross. She told me that someday I would meet a young lady who would win my heart, and kiss away my sorrow. When I took her as my bride, mother asked me to give this, as a token of becoming part of the MacNeill clan." Neil lovingly cupped his large hands around her own, and gazed deeply into her eyes. "At last, I'm honoring her dying wish." He paused, searching her eyes for understanding. "You were meant to wear her cross, Christy. It's your name that's written on my heart forever," he declared, as his voice became choked. A sense of humility washed over her, as she pondered the meaning of his gift. In her final hours, his mother had given him a precious keepsake to be passed on to the next generation. For some unknown reason, Neil had saved the family heirloom for her. As if reading the unspoken question forming in her mind, Neil continued, "Through the years, I was unwilling to part with it--until I met you." "Why me . . ." she hesitated. "And not Margaret?" the doctor added. Christy nodded. "At the time, I convinced myself that Margaret wouldn't have worn a cross since she renounced her faith; but, it was more than that," he glancing away. The doctor's voice held a note of sadness. "I was hurt over her lack of respect for me. I never got over being considered a fitting mate for a bastard child, as she called herself." Quick tears stung Christy's eyes, as she understood the pain and humiliation he must have felt. "So, without assurance of gaining her abiding devotion, I hung onto the pendant. In a way, my mother's cross mocked the shallowness of our vows. I felt justified in not heeding her final request." The doctor's expression softened, as he lifted her chin to wipe away a stray tear. "All that is past, Christy. You see, one day a beautiful young lady, with big blue eyes, waltzed into my life; and though I fought against it, alas, I fell completely in love." Neil's eyes smiled, as he lightly touched his lips to hers. "Sometimes it felt more like you fought against me," she spoke in earnest. The doctor softly chuckled. "In a way, I did. Since the day I pulled you up from the creek soaking wet, I struggled to resist your pert, high-spirited manner, not to mention your beauty. Sparring with you was my futile attempt to keep you at arms length. Perhaps I might have won--except that you believed in me. I had no weapon or defense against your respect. Ultimately, it was your faith in me that captured my heart, and restored my sense of dignity." Glancing down at the pendant still cradled in her hand, he continued. "Tomorrow, I'll take you as my bride. I know that mother would be proud for you to have this. It would mean a lot to me if you would wear her necklace close to your heart, as a reminder of my undying devotion." Neil encircled his arms around her neck. "May I put it on you?" he tentatively asked. She smiled and nodded. The doctor removed the dainty golden cross, which had graced her neck since childhood. It had been a gift from her father on her tenth birthday. He carefully clasped the antique crucifix in its place. She lightly touched the gracefully dangling pendant. Struck by how his gift made her feel cherished and special, she softly spoke, "I'm deeply honored to wear your mother's cross, Neil, and to share your name. I can't think of a finer gift, or expression of your love." His misty eyes flashed bright with ardor, as he drew her into a tight embrace. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The wedding was to be held three days prior to the advent of Christmas, on the eve of December twenty-second. The First Presbyterian Church sanctuary had been lavishly decorated for the holidays. Rows of crimson poinsettias adorning the front altar, extended the entire width of the building. A central communion table, gracefully draped in white lace, glowed with tall brass candle stands topped with incandescent lights. Lining both sides of the elongated sanctuary were arched stained-glass windows. Each one shone brightly with tiered, lit candles laced with scarlet ribbons, and trimmed with cedar boughs. Christy stood waiting in the vestibule adorned in her mother's wedding dress and veil, looking radiant and joyful. Following alterations, her gown fit like a glove. The flared full skirt was made of lustrous white satin, and its yoke, a high collar, and fitted long sleeves were made of fine Irish lace, trimmed in pearls. The gift from Neil, her cherished cross, rested against the lace yoke. Her sheer veil, bordered with delicate lace, rested on a crown on long flowing curls. Christy held a full bouquet of scarlet roses and babies' breath. She glanced at Emily, her maid of honor, and admired how beautiful she looked dressed in green velvet. It suited her cousin's coloring, and looked very festive for the holidays. She spoke to her cousin, "Do you remember the time we slipped into my parent's attic? We each took turns putting on this veil, and pretending to be brides." "I remember," Emily smiled. "It seems like only yesterday. I'm going to miss you, Christy." "I'll miss you, too," Christy replied with feeling. "Your love and support have been unflagging throughout this time." She reached over and embraced Emily. "Thank you." "Anytime you need me, I'm only a six-hour train ride away. Remember that." "I will." Her father came through the front entrance of the church, interrupting their conversation. "Well, Christy, it's time," William nervously stated. A part of her regretted not having the wedding take place in the cove, where she could have all of her friends present; however, she agreed that returning to Cutter Gap as Neil's bride would be best. It would be less awkward for David, and more considerate of mother, who had been busy orchestrating hurried preparations. A reception in the cove would have to suffice. Today was her day, the day she had dreamed of since childhood. Church bells rang out the celebration, as the wedding march began piping through the organ. She strolled beside her father down the deep blue carpeted aisle. The rustle of the audience rising created butterflies in her stomach, as all eyes were on her. Scanning the crowd, she spotted two unexpected guests which made her heart leap for joy. Miss Alice and Ruby Mae were seated on a pew by the inner aisle. Somehow, they managed to get away from the cove to attend. She was so grateful for their presence. Christy smiled and winked, as Ruby Mae grinned and waved. As she continued down the aisle, her focal point was the groom standing to the right of her minister. Directly to his right was James Healy, a longtime friend and fellow surgeon. He rode down from Knoxville to stand in as Neil's best man. She glanced back at Neil, who looked more eager and handsome than she ever remembered. The look in his eyes took her breath away. She was marrying the keeper of her heart, her beloved, her best friend. The exchanging of vows would be a celebration of their unity, a unity of hearts which had been as one since their last night together in Cutter Gap. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Following the ceremony, a reception was held at Richmond Hill mansion. Congressman Richmond Pearson and his vivacious wife Gabrielle were close family friends. As was their custom, they graciously opened their Queen Anne style home for the social occasion. The spacious ballroom was octagonal in shape, and was filled with an abundance of scarlet holiday flowers and draped garland. After the cutting of the cake, chamber music began to waft throughout the room. Her father approached her. "This may be awkward without a cane, Christy, but I intend to have the first dance." Christy's beamed as they began to gingerly sway around the ballroom. Her mind drifted back to the time when he suffered his stoke, and lay in a coma. She had pleaded with him to come back to her, so that on this day he could be her dance partner. She squeezed his hand tightly and said, "It means so much to me to have this dance with you, daddy." He planted a kiss on her forehead, and sighed, "Ah, little miss. Look at you! You're all grown up, and now it's time for you to begin your new life with Neil. Your mother and I see your happiness, Christy, and it fulfills our own desires. Believe that. All we ever wanted for you was the best. So, it's time for you to take hold of love, and enjoy the gifts God brings your way." When the music ended, Neil approached. "I'm sorry to break this up, but this next dance is mine, Mr. Huddleston." "She's all yours, doctor," William stated through misty eyes. Turning to Christy, Neil affectionately bantered, "When I told you that perhaps someday we might finish our dance, I never dreamed that it would be on our wedding day." Christy smiled brightly as the doctor drew her close, and began to waltz in swirling circles. He expertly swept her around the crowded room. A flood of memories whirled in front of her as she spun: the first time she laid eyes on Neil at the Spencer cabin, storming off from his presence for challenging her beliefs convinced that she hated him, sitting by a crackling fire listening to his tale of lost love, his outstretched hand offering her a dance by the river, a chance meeting with him in the moonlight, a tender first kiss, seeing him again upon returning to Asheville, and the look of love in his eyes when he presented his mother's cross. Each recollection sparked fervent emotion, which he evoked in her long before she called it love. Like a heartbeat, it remained constant and strong throughout their separation. There was no quenching their unyielding devotion, as desire demanded fulfillment. Her memories formed a loving collage, lending bright promise for the future. Christy glanced up at her husband. Wistfully, she asked, "Remember the dream I had on the train coming to Asheville, where the whistle interrupted our waltz?" Chuckling softly, he murmured, "I remember quite vividly." "Well, here we are in an elegant ballroom dancing, just like my dream." She longingly whispered, "I don't want this to end." She was oblivious to admiring onlookers, as their eyes locked. Neil's gaze beheld tender adoration, mingled with passion. Pulling her closer, Neil gently brushed his lips to her ear. In a husky brogue he ardently whispered, "Then you shall have your wish, Mrs. MacNeill. I promise you a lifetime of dances," he solemnly vowed. "So, a time to dance has finally come," she joyfully accepted the gift. "Yes, my love," Neil replied in earnest. She gazed deeply into his eyes, which glimmered with playfulness. He added, "And this time, there'll be no interruptions." The End