Disclaimer: The story of Christy belongs to the Marshall-LeSourd Family. This fiction is written for my own personal enjoyment. The story uses themes from the book. Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter One ................................................................................................. Neil rode up to the Mission. He saw Alice hanging out wet dish towels on the wash line. "Good morning, Alice. Is Christy up yet?" "Hello Neil. She's up and about." "What do you mean?" "It's such a beautiful morning, Neil. She wanted to go for a walk." "And you let her?" he said with exasperation. "Neil, she is getting stronger every day. She took her Bible. She wore a big sun hat, and her satchel is filled with food and water. She wanted to reflect, Neil. I saw no harm in it." "Where is she off to, Alice?" "Pigeonroost Hollow." "Why there, Alice?" "She finds it peaceful." "Is she all right, Alice?" "She is troubled." "Why?" "Thee would have to ask her, Neil. But if thee does, don't badger her. She doesn't need that extra pressure." "I don't know, Alice. She loves you like a mother." "That is why I am troubled, Neil. She won't confide in me. I am very worried about her." "Is she ill and not telling us?" "No, just listless at times." "Why?" "She misses Fairlight." "We all mourn Fairlight." "Yes, Neil, we do. But there was a special bond between Fairlight and Christy. She was Christy's first friend here. Her lifeline. She blames herself because she hadn't come to the Spencer's sooner." "She shouldn't fault herself for that. I blame myself as well." "Thee both harbor mutual grief. Neil, I am not an ostrich, I do not keep my head in the sand. Thee loves Christy. She cares very deeply for thee, but she fears that you still pine for Margaret. Do me a favor, Neil, and change her mind. Yes thee once loved Margaret, but she is gone, beyond thy reach.Thee has a chance to love again, Neil. Grab it!" David had started to come out of the Mission. He'd heard eveything that Alice said to Neil. Neil set out at once, wending his way through the intricate path to the hollow. Christy was sitting on a large stone, a patch of sunlight filtering through the trees illuminated her. Neil stopped to watch her. He wished he were an artist, for truly the sight before his eyes deserved to be set on canvas. He stared unblinking, to commit this beautiful image to his memory. She looked up and smiled at Neil. "What a pleasant surprise, Neil. How did you find me?" "Oh I asked one of the river sprites where I might find the loveliest lady in the Cove, and she told me this hollow," he said impishly. Her smile broadened. "I thought river sprites were tricky." "Oh they can be, but this particular one owed me a favor." "Keep going, Pinocchio, your nose is getting longer and longer," she said laughing. "Pinocchio?" "It's a book about a wooden puppet who wants to be a boy. Every time he tells a whopper, his nose grows." "Are you implying that I am not telling the truth?" "You're very good at telling stories, Neil." "It's good to see you smile, Christy." "Is anything wrong, Neil?" "No, I just came to spend some time with you. Do you mind?" "No." He dismounted, and brought a blanket from his saddle. "Here, Lass, let's sit on this. It will be a wee bit more comfortable than the boulder." They placed the blanket on the ground and used the boulder as a back. She shivered a little, perhaps because of his close proximity to her. He got up and brought a flannel shirt from his saddle bags and placed it around her shoulders for extra warmth. It was cool in the Hollow, in spite of the sunlight. She shivered again. It was pleasant having Neil here. "It smells like you," she blurted, not realizing at first how awful the statement sounded. "I mean the shirt carries your scent, not that you smell." Her cheeks were flaming red with embarrassment at her faux pas, as she buried her face into his arm. With an adroit maneuver, Neil put his arm around her and she leaned against his chest. Neil was delighted at the turn of events. Teasing her was such fun! "And what exactly is my scent?" he asked her wickedly. End of Chapter One Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Two Summary: Neil has followed Christy to one of her quiet places. She has recovered from her bout with typhoid fever. ................................................................................................ "What?" "You heard me, Lass. What is my scent?" "I can't believe you are asking me such a personal question!" "I'm not the one who broached the subject." "It just slipped out, I didn't mean to say it out loud." "Why not? You were being honest." "Neil, could we please change the subject?" "No, there's more to it than that. What is bothering you, Christy? Is it because we are finally talking about something personal?' "What do you mean, Neil?" "I mean that we very rarely speak on a personal level. Conversation is kept in generally neutral terms. You and I spent a lot of time together while you were sick, and now we are back to polite conversations about patients and school children." "But they are important to us." "Yes, Christy, they are. There are more important things to talk about." "Such as.....what?" "Us." "Us?" "Yes." "Oh." "One word conversations are not going to move us along very far, Lass." "Why do you call me, Lass?" "It's a term of affection." "Affection?" "Yes." "Oh." "Here we go again. I'm the one who's supposed to be the strong, silent one. It seems as though I'm doing most of the talking." "I'm confused." "About what?" "Us. Neil, before I got sick, David asked me to marry him. I never gave him a proper answer." "Do you love him, Christy?" It was the hardest question he had ever asked her. "No, not romantically like that." Neil felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. "I heard you tell me that you love me, Neil, when I was so ill. Your voice called to me. It brought me back. I've been struggling with this during my recovery. I have no one to discuss this with. I miss Fairlight so much." "Oh Christy," he said feeling sad, " couldn't you discuss it with me?" "Oh no, not yet. I mean, I scarcely know what to think or feel. I know it sounds confusing, but that's the problem, I'm confused. I'm thinking and feeling emotions that are all jumbled up inside. And I'm grieving for one of the most special persons I have ever known." She started to cry. He held her close to him and let her cry. He allowed himself the luxury of grieving as well. Fairlight had been like a sister to him, and he could do nothing to help her. By the time he got to the cabin that fateful day, she was dead. "How do you do it Neil, how do you keep a distance from such sorrow?" She hadn't realized that tears were falling from Neil's eyes. "You learn to dampen your emotions, Christy. You internalize them, and hope that you never lose them so far down, that you forget that they are there." She turned to look up at him and realized that he was also crying. "Oh Neil," she said and without thinking she hugged him. "I knew her all my life, and not a day goes by since we lost her, that I don't think about her. She was a very special person, and her influence has left its mark on many in the Cove." Neil heard rustling. "The forest has eyes and ears, Lass. Are you upset that I am holding you in my arms?" "No, Neil, I'm not upset. I feel safe and secure right now. Talking with you has helped me." "You can talk to me about anything, anytime Christy. I will always listen to you." His earlier statement finally sank in. "Whose eyes and ears, Neil?" "It's hard to say, Lass. Judging by the shadows, I'd say at least two sets, belonging to children. They weren't tall enough to be adults." "Oh." "We're back to one worded conversations, again." She smiled at him. "You do realize this will spread through the Cove like an epidemic. Everyone likes a good bit of gossip. Doc sparkin' Teacher will be well appreciated." "Sparking?" "Courting." "Are we courting, Neil?" "Would you consider it, Christy?" "Very much so, Neil." "Very good, Lass. Then I suggest we begin." His face lowered to hers, and his lips gently brushed hers. It was soft and sweet, like angel's breath. Her eyes closed at the wonder of it. He reined in his emotions, and took all of the sweetness she offered. They were off to a good start. She leaned against him and sighed. Life was good. She soon grew comfortable against him and relaxed. Neil enjoyed the luxury of just holding her in his arms. She started to fall asleep. He was glad, since he didn't want her to overtax her strength. He let her rest, and he picked up her Bible and began reading Paul's letters to the Corinthians. He knew he had to be patient, and let things unfold slowly. He prayed for patience. He cared so deeply for her; he loved her so very much. She awoke slowly, and he kissed her temple. " "Twas a long blink, Lass." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. Perhaps it's time we went back to the Mission." "All right, Neil." He helped her stand up, and together they folded the blanket. She took off his shirt and automatically sniffed the cloth. Neil watched her, but she was oblivious to his gaze. He helped her mount Charlie, and she put her hands around his waist. He held them with one of his hands as they rode off toward the Mission. Since he loved to tease her, he said, "Lass, you never did answer my question." "Hmmm?" she thought dreamily. "What exactly is my scent?" He could feel her blush through the shirt on his back. End of Chapter Two Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Three Summary: Neil has followed Christy to one of her quiet places. She has recovered from her bout with typhoid fever. ................................................................................................ She ignored his question, smiling to herself, hoping he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. Instead she decided to ask him questions. "Neil, what can we do to educate families about hygiene?" "Christy, you cannot walk up to a family and tell them that they should bathe at least once a week and brush their teeth every day." "I know that, Neil. But we can start with the children." "How so, Christy?" "Have them freshen up when they arrive. Some have walked for miles to come to school. They can wash their faces and hands at least." "Lass, you have to have seventy separate wash cloths and towels. Each child should have their own clean basin of water. It would be impossible to store seventy basins, towels and wash cloths." "I'll figure out the logistics, Neil." "I'm sure you will, Lass." "Are you laughing at me?" "No, I am not." "Are you sure?" "Christy," he said laughing. "We wouldn't need seventy basins, Neil. A basin could be emptied, washed, rinsed and dried after each use. We would be teaching the importance of cleanliness. The children don't arrive all at once. We'd have to do it in stages, Neil. It can be done, I just know it can be done." Neil chuckled. "Christy, where there's a will, there's a way. And you dear Lass, certainly have a strong will." "Neil, what are you saying?" "Take a compliment when it's given. Your faith has moved mountains. It has moved me, Christy." Christy hugged him and sighed. The ride back to the Mission didn't take as long as either of them would have liked. Neil dismounted and tied Charlie's reins to the post. He gently lifted Christy off of the horse and held her in his arms for as long as propiety would permit; and for a few precious seconds longer. Their eyes spoke volumes to one another, until Christy finally said "Thank you," and broke the spell. They smiled at each other. Neil kissed her hand, and she blushed delicately. "Are you sure you can't stay for dinner, Neil?" "No Lass, I promised Jeb I'd come for supper." "Give my love to the children, Neil." "I will, Lass. Get some rest, Christy." "I will, Neil. I promise." "I'll hold you to that promise." "Of course you will, Doctor. I'd be surprised if you didn't." He saluted her, turned Charlie around and rode off toward the Spencer's. She watched him leave affectionately, and went into the kitchen. Ida was cooking. "What can I do to help?" she asked. "You can mash the potatoes. Here is the butter and the cream to add. "I've made roast chicken for dinner." "It smells wonderful, Miss Ida, just wonderful. What's your secret?" "Knowing the right temperature, and the timing. If your oven is too hot the chicken will burn. The coals have to be just right." "You'll have to teach me, Miss Ida." Ida looked at her with surprise, but Christy didn't notice. She was too busy concentrating on smashing lumps of potatoes. Dinner was delicious. When the dishes were washed and put away, David asked to see Christy. She dreaded the meeting, but agreed to it. When she came out on to the porch, David confronted her once again with his marriage proposal. Looking deeply into his eyes, she refused him as gently as she could. Christy could see his hurt and feel his anger. "How could you love a godless man?" "What right do you have to judge him?" she countered. He is like the Good Samaritan. He could have practiced in a big city for lots of money. He chose Cutter Gap. He's worked to save these people and many times payment for their care wasn't money. Who are you to judge him?" "He doesn't believe in God, Christy." "Yes he does, David." "He doesn't attend worship." "David, would you welcome Neil, or would you treat him differently because of my feelings for him?" "I don't know what you mean." "David, your relationship with Dr. MacNeil is tenuous at best. I told him that you had proposed to me before I got sick. He also knows that while I do care about you, I don't love you in a romantic fashion. I have hurt you by loving Neil instead. Can you welcome him into our faith community or will you shun him?" Alice had been a captive audience to this conversation. By coughing, she made her presence known to them. Christy was startled, David chagrined. "All are welcome in our faith community, Christy," said Miss Alice. "I know that, Miss Alice," replied Christy. "I do believe that God has a plan for Dr. MacNeill. He has traveled a difficult path, that has been fraught with heartache, sadness and frustration. It has also been a path filled with joy and miracles. God works through Dr. MacNeill's skilled hands enabling Neil to save patients and cure their illnesses." She continued, "Christy has come to Cutter Gap to teach these children . It has not been an easy road for her. She too had found joy here, and love. There are so many elements to the emotion of love. She has opened her heart and God has allowed His love to pour in. She too has suffered sadness and loss, heartache and frustration." "Thee has also experienced these emotions, David. Cutter Gap has changed all of us, in more ways than we will ever know." She smiled at the both of them. "I suggest thee both turn in for the night. Nothing acrimonious has been said, and I would hate for thee to say harmful words to each other." Christy nodded to David and to Miss Alice and said goodnight. She has promised Neil she would rest. As she climbed the stairs to her room, she smiled thinking about the afternoon. It would be interesting to see where this path would take her. End of Chapter Three Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Four Summary: Neil has followed Christy to one of her quiet places. She has recovered from her bout with typhoid fever. Christy has given Neil permission to court her. Christy has a plan to improve the hygiene of her students. ................................................................................................ When she reached her bedroom, Christy realized that she wasn't very tired. She undressed and put on her nightdress. She brushed out her hair, one hundred strokes, and loosely braided it. She washed her face and refreshed herself. Then she brushed her teeth. Her nightly regimen was complete. She turned to her desk, chose her writing paper and pen. She dipped the nib into the ink and began to write. Dear Mother, It was a beautiful day in Cutter Gap. The sky was exceptionally blue. I am feeling ever so much stronger. I went for a walk today, with my Bible in hand, to seek out a special place for reflection. Mother, I hope this note finds both you and Father well. Please give George a hug for me, even though he will probably try to avoid it. I do miss him very much. I can see him cringing if you tell him that. While I was reflecting today, Dr. MacNeill found me. We spent the afternoon talking. I think he delights in teasing me. Mother, he is truly a remarkable man. I hope that one day you and Father can meet him. He is so dedicated to these people. He is trying so hard to find a cure for trachoma. It's an eye disease that afflicts many people here. And that is my reason for this particular letter. Hygiene and cleanliness are non-existent here, except for a few isolated cabins and the Mission. I proposed this to Dr. MacNeill, and he laughed, but I think he knows me well enough to know that I will give this my best effort. I want the children to freshen up before class. I want them to wash their faces and hands when they arrive at school. I need seventy-five wash cloths and hand towels; not bath towels, the people would be insulted. Could you have the ladies of the Sewing Circle donate these items for a good cause? I will enclose a class list with the children's names. I know that I am asking a lot, Mama, but if the ladies could embroider the names of the children on the wash clothes and towels, it would be a great help. I also need soap, for the boys and for the girls. If each family in our congregation donated two bars of soap, they could help prevent sickness in the Cove. I will also need about fifteen wash basins to make this idea work. Thank you.Mama, I love you and miss you so much. Please give my love to Father, and George. With great affection, Your loving daughter, Christy She smiled to herself and went to bed and dreamed of Neil. Neil stopped by the Mission early in the morning. He hadn't expected to see Christy up so early. "You weren't out trying to catch some worms were you?" he teased. "Worms?" she questioned. "A bit slow are we, this morning?" Then it dawned on her what he was implying. Recognition of the proverb flashed across her face but before she could utter a word he continued, "Lass I do not fish with worms. Worms are for amateurs." "I was up to see the sunrise, Neil. It was beautiful this morning." She could see that Charlie was loaded down. "Are you leaving?" "Yes, I'm on may way to Lyleton. I'll be back on Friday." "Why so long?" "I'll be stopping in Knoxville afterwards to order supplies." "Oh." "Will you miss me, Christy?" She smiled and put her finger on her cheek. "Let me think about this, Doctor, after all, I am a bit slow this morning." He shook his head and laughed. "Giving me a taste of my own medicine, Lass?" "Doctor, you have no idea!" she said impishly. She walked out to the yard. And patted Charlie. "Take care of him for me, Charlie." The horse nodded as if he seemed to understand her. She giggled. "Please be careful, Neil." "Yes, Christy." He caught her hand and kissed it, then he turned it over and kissed her palm. She hugged him and stepped back. As Neil rode down the path, she watched him until she could no longer see him. She missed him already. Later in the day Ben Pentland mailed her letter to Asheville. He shook his head. This young woman could sure write a heap of letters. He mailed at least five a week. There'd been a passel of letters back and forth to the Mission. She sure was keeping him busy. Who'd a thunk such a pert young lady could have so much to say! She caught David after school. "Please David, I need to talk to you. I need a cupboard to hold linens and wash basins." "What?" "David, I am trying to improve hygiene. I've written to my mother. I'm sure the Ladies Circle will come through. We'll need a cupboard to store the linens and basins. Can you build it?" David was stunned. "You want to turn the Church into a washroom?" His anger was palpable. "David," Christy said, in her best teacher's voice, "even Jesus washed the feet of the twelve apostles. I'm talking about faces and hands. Hygiene, David, hygiene. The children will learn the importance of cleanliness. Now can you build a cabinet in the corner?" David looked squarely at Christy, and saw her determination. "Yes, I can build a cabinet." Upset as he was with her on a personal level, he could see that she was going to pursue this until she got her way. She smiled at him and said, Thank you, David." David asked, "Have you told Ida there will be extra laundry? She might not appreciate being overloaded with more work." "She won't be. The children will be assigned the task. Everyone will take turns. It will be a cooperative effort." "I hope that you are not disappointed. The children do enough chores at home. I'm sure they won't like having to do them at school as well." He turned to leave. For the first time, Christy had doubts about her plan. End of Chapter Four Disclaimer: The story of Christy belongs to the Marshall-LeSourd Family. This fiction is written for my own personal enjoyment. The story uses themes from the book. Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Five Summary: Neil has followed Christy to one of her quiet places. She has recovered from her bout with typhoid fever. Christy has given Neil permission to court her. Christy has a plan to improve the hygiene of her students. ................................................................................................ At dinner, Christy disclosed her latest plan for improving the hygiene of the school children. Alice and Ida looked at her with expressions of dibelief, shock and stupification. "Thee has not thought this through at all, Miss Huddleston." "What do you mean, Miss Alice?" "Cove families will be insulted if thee infers that their children are not clean." "Most of them aren't clean." "We know that, Christy. That is a basic fact of life in this Cove. Nevertheless, families will take offense." "I don't want to infer that they are dirty. I just want them to freshen up. Wash their faces and hands after their long walk to school." "And then what?" "We'll hang the linens up to dry. At recess we'll fold them and put them away." "Really?" said Miss Alice, pointedly. Ida wisely stayed silent. "Yes, everyone will take turns." "I see. Will thee launder them every day?" "No, once a week." "Really? Does thee plan to stack all of the wash cloths and towels together?" "Yes," she replied with enthusiasm. I asked David to build a cabinet for us." "Then thee will certainly incur the wrath of many of the mothers of the children." "Why?" Christy asked in confusion. "Some of the children have head lice, Christy. If thee doesn't boil the cloths and towels every day, eventually thee could infect all of thy schoolchildren with head lice. Thus, thee would defeat the purpose of they plans for hygiene." "Oh dear, I hadn't thought of that." "Obviously not, sweet child, and thee is not strong enough to boil tubs of wash cloths and towels five days a week." Christy felt defeated. Alice continued, "However, if thee plans to assign the children to taking turns at doing tasks, thee may be able to salvage this idea. Thee could still meet resistance from parents and students as well." Christy nodded. The next day after class, Christy said, "Creed, tell me about worms." "Worms, Teacher?" "Yes, worms. What kind of worms do you use for fishing?" "Night crawlers be best. They're plump and juicy. Fish can't resist ‘em." She cringed inwardly. "If you were going fishing, when is the best time to hunt for worms?" Creed laughed at her ignorance, but she didn't take offense. She was planning a trick on Neil. "You don't hunt ‘em none, Teacher, you jest go to the compost pile and turn it over with a shovel. Plenty of good worms can be found thar." "Creed, will you dig me up some worms from the Mission's compost on Friday?" "You goin' fishin' Teacher?" "Mayhaps, Creed," she said, not wanting to tell him of her plan. "How long will they keep in a can?" "Overnight, I guess. Jest don't put the lid on tight." "Thank you Creed." "Anytime, Miz Christy. Be glad to help. I'll take you to some right fine fishin' holes, iffen you'd like." "Thank you, Creed, that won't be necessary. I'll give you the can on Thursday." Friday afternoon was a beautiful summer day. Creed dug up the worms for Christy. He put them in a metal can that had a handle and a lid. He added some dirt. "Teacher, you can keep the lid on while yor walkin' to yor fishin' hole, but don't keep the lid on real tight else they'll die." "Thank you, Creed," said Christy. "Now wash your hands by the pump." "Aw, Miz Christy!" "Please, Creed." He followed her orders and wiped his hands on his pants. She laughed inwardly at the irony. His pants were no cleaner than his hands. She rewarded him with a peppermint stick. "Thanks, Miz Christy," he said, and he trotted off in the direction of his father's mill. She set off for Neil's cabin. Happy thoughts filled her mind. She would actually tease Neil MacNeill for a change. The path she took led her to a quiet part of the Creek and she crossed it easily by stepping on stones. She put her shoes and stockings back on and made her way to the cabin. Neil said he'd be back today, but the cabin was empty, there was no sign of life. She put the can down in front of the door, leaving the lid slightly ajar as per Creed's instructions. Then she left the porch, glanced around, grinning to herself like a Cheshire cat, and started back to the Mission. Neil watched her leave. He was just about to call to her, when he saw the grin on her face. She was up to something sneaky. He had stopped by Jeb's on his way home. He had brought them some gingerbread and a soda bread. It was some of the payment he'd received from patients in Lyleton. He led Charlie to the barn and took care of him, giving him water and oats after their journey. He gave him a treat of carrots as well. He saw the can as soon as he stepped on the porch. Whe he opened the lid and saw the contents, he roared with laughter. "Oh my sweet Miss Huddleston," he said aloud, "you've no idea what you've started. I accept and shall thoroughly enjoy the challenge. You've not a clue, sweet Lass, what's in store for you." He entered the cabin and looked around. It was good to be home. End of Chapter Five Disclaimer: The story of Christy belongs to the Marshall-LeSourd Family. This fiction is written for my own personal enjoyment. The story uses themes from the book. Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Six Summary: Neil has followed Christy to one of her quiet places. She has recovered from her bout with typhoid fever. Christy has given Neil permission to court her. Christy has a plan to improve the hygiene of her students. ................................................................................................ The next day Neil set his plan in motion. He'd dumped the worms and boiled the can and lid. He shaved strips of dried meat thin enough to resemble a bunch of worms. From the food he received from patients, Neil fashioned a picnic lunch. He made up some ham and biscuit sandwiches. He still had some gingerbread leftover for dessert. He drew a canteen of water from the pump. He took an extra blanket and packed his saddlebags with the picnic. Then he rode to the Mission, barely containing his laughter. He'd be sure to put one over on Christy today. She'd no idea what she started. Neil was a past master at practical jokes. It had been a long time since he'd played one on anybody. Christy had resurrected his playful side. She was sitting on the porch enjoying the morning sun. "Good morning, Miss Huddleston, can I interest you in a picnic today?" "That would be lovely, Doctor. I'll ask Miss Ida...." "That won't be necessary," he interjected. "I have everything we need." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Let me get my shawl, then, and I'll be right back." When she returned he said, "Christy, let me help you up on Charlie." They set off and Neil headed toward one of his favorite spots. There was a brook that tumbled through a grassy meadow. It was a peaceful place, and Neil knew that Christy would love it. They spread out the blanket and Christy sat down. "Neil, how was your trip to Lyleton?" "It was the usual summer ailments, Christy. Nothing too serious." "How was Knoxville? Did your trip go well?" "Knoxville?" "Yes, Knoxville. You did tell me that you were going there to order supplies." Neil's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink because he had mislead her. He was not good at lying. "Um, actually Christy, I didn't go to Knoxville." "Where did you go, then?" "Um......Asheville." "Asheville?" "Yes. It's quite a lovely city." "Neil, I know. I was born and raised there," she said with exasperation. "Of course you were." He started to unpack his saddle bags. He also knew she was dying to ask him why he had gone to Asheville. Her eyes grew wide when he brought out the can. She recognized it immediately. She quickly glanced up at him to see his reaction, forgetting that as a doctor, Neil had long mastered keeping his facial _expression neutral. He could read her face so well. Confusion, curiosity, and frustration flitted across her beautiful visage. ‘Two can play this game,' she thought. "How was the weather?" "It was overcast in Lyleton." "I meant in Asheville." ‘Of course you did, my sweetheart,' he thought inwardly. "Tolerable," he answered. Darn! Once again he turned the tables on her, and she was having trouble keeping up. He picked up the can. "Someone very kindly left me a mountain delicacy. It must be a payment of some sort. I just wish I knew who left it so that I could thank them. It's been a long while since I've eaten these tasty treats!" She was aghast as she watched him bring out those wriggling strands closer to his mouth. She never saw him turning them with his fingers. "Neil! No" she shrieked and she pushed his hand away from his mouth. In doing so, she lost her balance and landed on top of him, both falling back on the blanket. "Oomph," she uttered. His hands cradled her. "Sweet Christy," he said, " if you want a taste of my dried venison all you had to do was ask me for some. I would be happy to share it with you." He watched with delight at her delayed reaction to his words. "Venison?" "Yes, love, venison." "Not wor," she stopped short. "Not what, Christy?" She could see the laughter in his eyes. They were crinkling with amusement. "Oh you, you, you......" she said as she began pummeling him, wishing that her brain would engage so that she could sass him back for tricking her. She began to laugh with him as well. They stared into each other's eyes and passion flared. He rolled with her and then he looked down at her. They kissed with intensity, and then he stopped abruptly. He sat up and brought her up to a sitting position as well. Confusion welled up in her eyes, but before she could pose a question, she heard voices in the distance coming towards them. She looked at him with awe. He had heard the voices at least ten seconds before she heard them. His keen senses amazed her. Soon they could make out their visitors. Little Burl, Creed, Sam Houston, and Zach Holt. Zach had a fishhook imbedded in his upper arm. Little Burl forgot to look behind him before he made his cast. "Heard you wuz on a picnic with Teacher, Doc. This is the third fishing hole we've checked. Know'd you fish for brook trout here, Doc. Burl cast so hard the worm was flung from the hook ‘afore it hit Zach. Teacher, did them worms I dug up work fer you?" asked Creed. "Yes, Creed, they did. Thank you again." " ‘Twas my pleasure, Teacher." "Doc can you fix me up?" "I surely can, Zach." Little Burl came and sat by Christy. " ‘Twas an accident, Teacher." "I know it was, Little Burl. Don't worry. Doctor MacNeill will fix Zach up right away." Neil always carried his medical kit as well as other useful items. He was able to extricate the hook, wash and disinfect the wound and bandage it for Zach. "I'll be stopping by school on Monday to teach a science lesson, Zach. "I'll change your bandage then." "Thanks, Doc." ‘You're welcome, Zach," said Neil, ruffling his hair. Little Burl gave Christy a hug. "Best be goin' now, Teacher, and leave you and Doc to sparkin' ". Christy's look of astonishment was priceless. They'd left the Mission two hours ago at most. How did these four boys know they were on a picnic here in the middle of the meadow? "Neil how did they know where to find us?" "Ah Christy, the mountain grapevine is a wondrous thing. Get used to it Lass. I think it works faster than a telephone."They ate their picnic lunch. After the boys left Christy felt like they were being watched. Neil could see and sense that she was uncomfortable. "Christy, you've been observed for over a year now." "What do you mean?" "People have watched what you do. Your contact with Fairlight, teaching her how to read, being her friend has had a remarkable effect on the women of Cutter Gap. The shyer ones are still a little in awe of you, but on the whole you have had a positive influence. Opal needs a friend right now. She's lost her husband and her sister. Can you help, Lass? She doesn't want pity. I imagine she could use someone to talk to." "I'd be happy to talk with Opal." "That's my Lass." She rewarded him with a beautiful smile. Then she remembered he had been to Asheville. "Neil," she asked him sweetly, "how were my parents?" "Just fine, Christy," and he realized he'd been caught. Southern belles were dangerous! End of Chapter Six Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Seven ......................................................................... ‘Two could play this game,' thought Neil. How he loved a challenge. She had maneuvered him with adroit expertise. "And that is all I will say on the matter now, Miss Huddleston." This would have to take some planning on his part. Perhaps he should teach her to play chess. The way she had checkmated him moments before proved that she had she could go toe to toe with him. "Fine, Dr. McNeill. I respect your wishes. I do think it would be best if I got back to the Mission now. I still have chores to do." She thought to herself, "I will not let him get the better of me.' ‘She's getting prickly. I wonder where this will lead?' he thought. Christy did not want to hurt his feelings. She had to admit his practical joke was a good one. "Neil, did you know that I brought the worms to your cabin?" He grinned. "I caught a glimpse of you leaving." "Why didn't you call out to me?" "Because of the sneaky grin on your face. I knew you were up to something, sweet Lass. I think the entire Cove could hear me laughing when I saw the wriggling contents of the can. I boiled the can to sterilize it before I added the venison." "I should certainly hope so," she said laughing. "Thank you, Neil. It was a lovely picnic." "It was my pleasure, Christy." They had an enjoyable ride back to the Mission. Neil pointed out various birds and plants to her along the way. He felt that she needed to learn about her surroundings if she was going to stay in the Cove. He smiled to himself. If he had his way, she'd stay forever. Neil McNeill was a cautious man. He knew that their friendship needed to grow. He knew that there was passion between them. That too would need to be carefully nurtured. "They reached the Mission around three o'clock. "Neil, can you stay for dinner?" "No Christy, but I thank you for the offer. I have to update my patient records for my visit to Lyleton." He kissed her hand. She moved his curls from his eyes and touched his face. Smiling, his eyes crinkled. She returned his smile with one that was so beautiful because it came from the heart. "Goodbye, sweet Christy." "Goodbye, Neil. I'll see you in class Monday." ‘I wish that I could see you in Church on Sunday' she thought to herself. She turned to enter the Mission. About six weeks later three crates arrived for Christy from her parents in Asheville. Her mother had sent her a short note a few days before informing her about the forthcoming shipment. My dear Christy, We hope that your health continues to improve. Your father and I are both well. George is spending some of his summer vacation with Grandmother Rudd. The house is too quiet without him. We are sending you the items you requested, dear. Wash cloths and towels have been embroidered with the names of your students. I fear you may be disappointed in the soap. There are many more bars of brown soap for cleaning and laundry. We've also collected about a dozen washboards. I hope these will help, along with the basins. Your Daddy sends his love to his girlie. With all my love, Mother Christy wanted to cry. Brown soap! This did not bode well. She had tried to introduce the topic of hygiene to her classes slowly. She met with resistance. The children had chores to do at home before they came to school and then again after school was over. They didn't have time to chop wood, tend fires and boil laundry every day. Christy knew they were right, and it broke her heart. Three days later, as the children settled into their seats, Little Burl said, "Teacher, I heerd that Ben Pentland brung you three crates from Asheville way." "It's Mr. Pentland, Little Burl, not Ben." "Ben be his front name, Teacher." "That is correct, Little Burl, but as a sign of respect to him, because he is your elder, you should address him as Mr. Pentland." "Shucks, Miz Christy, everyone calls him Ben, ‘ceptin you Mission folk." Christy felt mired down in mountain logic once again. "Is there a surprise in them thar crates?" he asked. "Well," she replied, "there are wash cloths and towels with your names on them, class. Remember when I spoke to you about refreshing yourselves when you come to school in the morning?" She felt her enthusiasm rising. She opened the lid of a crate. "Each one of you has a wash cloth and towel with your name on it. Would you like to see them?" "Yes'm." "Surely would." "Golly, Teacher." "They look so soft." Comments from the children fell like a sweet rain. Christy's spirits perked up. Maybe this idea would work, if given half the chance. She certainly hoped that it would. She let her students admire them for a few minutes. She watched as a few of the girls luxuriated at the feel of the soft cotton toweling. She then asked Lizette, Bessie and Della May to collect them. They were placed in the cupboard David had begrudgingly built for her. The following morning, Christy got up early and laid the firewood under the two laundry tubs, one for washing and one for rinsing. David watched her with a mixture of admiration and regret mixed with anger. "Making more work for me, Christy?" She turned at him feeling flustered. "I plan to ask some of the boys to chop wood to replace what we use," she replied. "I'm sure they'll all jump at the chance to please Teacher. How do you do it, Christy? How do you manage to get everyone to jump through hoops for you?" He turned and walked away. Christy was crushed. Did he despise her that much because she had refused his proposal of marriage? The morning went downhill from there. Mary Allen, Elizabeth Holcombe and Kyle Coburn arrived with their children. They were angrier than a beehive that had been disturbed by a bear. They yelled at Christy for insinuating that their children were unclean. Voices raised in anger filled the schoolroom. David and Ida were no where in sight. Miss Alice was in Low Gap. Christy tried desperately to maintain her composure. Then she heard the familiar clomp of boots in the steps. The door opened and Neil walked in. "Good morning, children." "Good morning Doc," they answered. He looked at Christy and could see she was fighting back tears. He could tell by the body language of Mary, Elizabeth and Kyle that they were angry, not to mentions the sound of raised voices that he had heard on his way in. They were venting their wrath on Christy. He nodded to them. "Good morning, Miss Huddleston." Good morning, Dr. MacNeill." "Do you happen to have a wash cloth with my name on it?" The look on her face was priceless. "As a matter of fact, I do," she said smiling at him. "Thank goodness," he said. "It's so humid out I think I've leaked a gallon of sweat coming here." The three adults looked at warily at him. Christy ran to the cupboard and reached for the towel and wash cloth. She poured water from a pitcher into a basin. "I have soap, Dr. MacNeill." "No need, Miss Huddleston. I took a bath in the Creek this morning. I need to refresh myself." There was a hint of blush on Christy's cheeks at his mention of a bath. He took the wash cloth and wet it. He washed his face and neck, as well as his hands. "That feels good. Now where can I hang the wet cloth?" "There's a line out on the side of the building." "That's fine then. Where do you keep the clothespins?" "They are in a bucket on the stump next to the wash pole." "Good enough. He looked at the three adults. "Can you tell me you've never refreshed yourselves with cool water after you've plowed a field or worked in your vegetable gardens? Wiping your face and hands doesn't mean that you're not clean. All she is trying to do is make the children feel comfortable after their long walk to school. Why would you think otherwise?" As Neil hung the cloth and towel on the line he looked at the embroidery stitches. The wash cloth was done in blue. The towel was done in green. Colors close the MacNeill tartan. The stitches were not smooth, they were uneven. He recalled once hearing Christy confess that her embroidery left a lot to be desired. ‘Oh no, sweet Lass, the fact that you would labor over this for me makes me appreciate your handiwork all the more,' he thought with a smile. As the three adults left somewhat mollified, Christy felt the love she had for Neil burgeoning in her heart. She turned to her students to begin a new school day. End of Chapter Seven Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Eight ................................................................. It was Creed Allen's idea. The summer heat had been relentless. There were no cool breezes. Everyone and every thing felt baked. The boys decided that Creed had a right fine plan. They were going to make squirt guns. A hollow stick was needed. Some of the boys chose to use elder because it was hollow. Older boys knew that by adding a quill from a goose feather you could squirt water a greater distance with this added "nozzle." Using pocket knives or other sharp instruments, they fashioned plungers by leaving the wood thick enough to fit snugly into the hollow stick. They also wrapped a bit of rag around it to insure that it would fit. By immersing the quill in water and pushing the plunger into the hollow stick, the boys would fill the stick with water as they pushed the plunger out. Taking aim at their target, they boys would push the plunger back into the hollow stick and force the water out of the quill. It was a hilarious activity and soon most of the boys were soaking wet. Creed's eyes filled with mischief. The girls would feel cooler too if they got squirted. They filled an empty wash tub with water from the pump. The wash cloths and towels were drying on the line. Without warning the boys struck. Soon the girls were wet from the squirt guns. During this time Christy was helping Lulu with her math problems. She was concentrating so, she was oblivious to the commotion outside. Neil arrived and tied Charlie by the Mission steps. As he walked up to the school he was accidentally hit with a barrage of squirt guns. Vella Holt and Clara Spencer were in front of him. The children froze. Neil looked down at the blotches of water on his shirt and vest. Moving faster than the boys anticipated, he dumped the pail of clothespins, filled it with water from the tub and nailed Little Burl, Sam Houston and Larmie Holt. He quickly refilled the pail. Christy finally heard the commotion, and the squeals of delightful laughter outside. She went to investigate. Creed Allen hit Neil with a stream of water in the middle of his back. Christy began to walk down the steps as Neil turned and let the water in the pail fly. Creed ducked, and Christy couldn't react fast enough. The silence in the schoolyard was deafening. She'd been hit on her right side from head to toe. The look of shock on her face had been priceless. Neil flew to her, grabbing a towel from the line. "Miss Huddleston, I am so sorry." She could hear the humor in his voice as he tried to keep a serious tone and look, for the sake of the children. "I think I might need another towel Dr. MacNeill," she said politely. He handed one to her. "Thank you." "You are welcome." "Creed Allen, did you start this water fight?" "We made squirt guns teacher." "Squirt guns?" "Yes ma'am. Here's how they work." He proceeded to demonstrate the procedure. "What an ingenious toy, Creed. And all you do is push the plunger on to squirt the water out?" "Fill it up again, Creed, will you please?" "Yes teacher." "Like this?" she asked. And she proceeded to hit Neil squarely on the forehead. "Ooops," she said impishly. Then she batted her eyelashes. "I am so sorry, Dr. MacNeill. Zady, please fetch Doctor MacNeill's towel from the cupboard." Neil laughed loudly. "Miss Huddleston, may I suggest we have our science lesson outside so that we can all dry off properly." "Certainly, doctor," she answered with a smile. "Lulu, please fetch my straw sun hat." The children made themselves comfortable. Some of the younger ones sat next to Christy; each one trying to get closer to her. It made Neil dream of the future when their children would be pressed against their Mama. He smiled and began the lesson he had prepared. Christy's mind drifted. The warm sun, Neil's voice.....all she could think about was Neil explaining how things worked with their children. Answering "why Daddy" with patience and love. Her eyes flew open and a blush tinged her cheeks. Neil had chosen that exact moment to look over at her. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. ‘Oh Lass,' he thought, ‘ I love you so.' His eyes twinkled, and she knew she had been caught. ‘So this is love,' she thought. ‘Being able to look at the one you love and understand what they are thinking.' She smiled at Neil, and hugged the children closest to her. End of Chapter Eight Title: "The Road Not Taken" Chapter Nine Conclusion .............................................................................................. "I see you've recovered from your accidental soaking last week, Miss Huddleston." "Your sense of timing leaves a lot to be desired, Doctor. Imagine a man of your years flinging buckets of water at innocent children and teachers," she said as sternly as she could, while trying desperately to hide her wide smile with her hand from him. Neil caught a glimpse of it and decided to play along. "I see that I am still in the doghouse," he said sadly, shaking his head. I'll bid you good day, Miss Huddleston." This wasn't what she had wanted to happen. "Neil, wait!" He turned and looked at her, smiling broadly. She stamped her foot. "Are you trying to drive me insane, Doctor?" "Whatever do you mean?" he asked innocently. "You are a devil. You certainly know how to unsettle me." she said "I don't understand," he replied. "Can you explain it to me?" "I can't think straight anymore, Neil." "Dearest Christy, you don't have to think at all right now. Please come walk with me." "I have to leave a note, Neil. I've been chastised for not letting anyone know where I am going." "You sound resentful, Christy." "I am tempted to leave a note letting them all know that I am going to the privy!" Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Neil laughed out loud. Christy joined him. "Neil, I am not a baby. My parents were not so restrictive. It is frustrating. My reputation is at stake, indeed!!" "Christy, I would never take advantage of you!" "I know that Neil." "Who is making such a fuss?" "Guess." "Oh Christy, I am so sorry. What can I do, Lass?" "You can tell me what transpired in Asheville, Neil" He looked at her and laughed heartily. "Why you sweet little imp." "Imp?" ""Imp!! You are just dying with curiosity, aren't you?' "What did my parents say to you?" "Nothing you need worry about my sweet." "Nothing?" "Nothing." He laughed again at her expression. "Your parents are honorable people, Christy. They keep their word and their promises." Christy was now riled with curiosity. "Neil MacNeill you would challenge the tolerance and patience of Job!" Quickly, he kissed her on her nose. "I love you Lass." She looked up into his beautiful eyes and sighed deeply. "I love you, Neil." She put her arm in the crook of his and they walked up the path to the back of the Mission. "Where are we going?" "I've a few special places to share with you, Christy." "Well then, lead on Neil." They were silent for a while. Then she asked, "What was it like growing up in the Cove, Neil?" "Life was never easy here, Christy. There was little money. Each family depended on itself for its existence. Animals were raised for milk and meat. Wives and daughters churned butter and made cheese. Crops were grown to provide food for the table and the market. You had to be self sufficient. Families had to stick together through the good times and the bad. But as hard as life was, I knew that I was loved. I had freedom. I could comb these mountains, learn the lay of the land, judge the waters. I learned from my father and my grandfather how to fish, how to read the land, how to track animals and hunt. Survival skills, yes, but at the same time a communion with the land. We were all poor. We didn't know anything different, so there was no sense of class distinction. I learned about that when I went away to school." "What about the feuds?" "How many years do you want to devote to that discussion, Lass?" "Oh Neil, are they that bad?" "They have been and they can be terrible, Christy. Let's move on to a brighter subject. Are you happy you came to Cutter Gap to teach?" "Oh Neil, it has transformed my life." "How so, Lass?" "Do you have years to discuss it, Neil?" she asked with a smile. He thought for a moment and answered solemnly, "With you by side, Christy, I will give you decades." She stopped short and started to cry. "Oh Neil, whatever would I do without you? I came here so full of such innocent and naive expectations. I didn't expect the poverty, the filth, or wretched living conditions. I didn't expect to see the beauty, the kindness, the serenity or peace. I thought I was smart and now recognize my ignorance. Wisdom abides here, Neil. If I spend enough time here, perhaps I will become wise in the ways of the Cove." He kissed her again, this time with a little more passion and urgency. "Could you live here, Christy, and raise a family?" "With you by my side, I can accomplish anything. Neil will you trust in God?" "He brought you here, Christy. While science argues with theology, I am willing to concede that a greater power has brought you here to me. It will take time, Lass. Faith is a road I have ignored until you came to Cutter Gap. I wanted no part of it. But I prayed when you were so ill with typhoid." "I know Neil. You called me back." "So my dearest love, let us choose the path I would have ignored, the road not taken, because of my lack of faith." "Neil?" she whispered softly. "Marry me, Christy. We have your parents permission. That is why I went to Asheville, my sweet Lass." He took out a box from his vest pocket and presented her with his mother's ring. "Dearest Christy, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?" She looked deeply into his intoxicating eyes. "Neil, I would be honored to be your wife, and raise a family here in these beloved mountains." He placed the ring on her finger, and swept her into his loving embrace. The End