Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the beloved novel, "Christy," by Catherine
Marshall, as well as the series, "Christy." The sole purpose in writing this story was in seeking personal closure to the
unresolved series cliffhanger, "The Road Home." Like the series, I borrowed ideas from the novel, weaving them
together with the themes from the series. I do not wish to infringe upon those who hold rights to "Christy," and no
copyright notation is included, as this is purely fanfiction.

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"Somewhere Between Dances" 1995/96

by Jill Kirkley (jill_k@hotmail.com)

 

Chapter 1

The ageless cycles of the seasons, folding one into another, come like welcomed guests into the abiding mountains.
Again, fall beckoned winter's dormant rest. Then winter ushered in the gentle awakening of spring, as it presented a
fresh bouquet of gifts for all to enjoy. For Christy, springtime in Cutter Gap stirred the discovery that pivotal life
events unfold like the seasons, all in its proper time. 

Christy and the children briskly mounted the school house stairs, as they returned from a lively outdoor adventure.
The fresh air had felt invigorating after months of feeling closed in by the confines of the classroom walls. 

"All right children. Empty your pockets and sacks and let's see what we've gathered," she instructed. Scanning the
tables, it appeared that the children had collected a wide variety of pastel flowers, herbs, moss, and delicate
greenery. 

"This will be perfect for our spring nature display," she explained. 

"Did you know that these herbs, like ginseng and wild ginger, are used for medicine by many of your parents?"

A few of the younger students shook their heads. 

"They can be used in cooking to improve flavor, as well. Maybe Mrs. Spencer and I can experiment with some
mountain recipes, and I might even arrange for you'all to have a treat. How does that sound?" 

Faces lit up all over the room. 

"Yum!" agreed Creed Allen. 

"Cain't hardly wait to try out that flower contrap'tion preacher made fer us," Ruby Mae added. 

"Don't rightly know how it works, though." 

"It's called a flower press. You simply place a flower or leaf on paper between these pieces of wood, and apply a
small amount of pressure to where it flattens the plant. Then, leave it there until it dries. It's a perfect way to preserve
the beauty of these spring flowers."

Wrapping up the day's activities, Christy concluded, 

"Ruby Mae, why don't you and Zady put the flowers in some water so they won't wilt. We'll use the flower press
first thing tomorrow. The rest of you are dismissed. Remember, do your homework." 

The children bolted for the door, eager to be back outdoors. Christy followed them out onto the lush green lawn,
which now carpeted the mission yard.

Springtime in the Great Smokies breathed renewed hope into her spirit, with each budding dogwood tree and
scented flower. From its winter slumber, the hills came alive with splashes of color dotting the countryside like a
patchwork quilt. The varied hues pulled and delighted her numb, waking senses. As Christy soaked in the view, her
thoughts drifted back to that autumn scene. Only months ago, she stood on this spot between two men, as if
suspended in time. The inner grappling of reason and emotion had tormented her, as she contemplated her future
course in life. Such a critical moment would surely remain crystallized in her memory forever........

(Flashback) 

"Marry me, Christy," David earnestly pleaded. 

"I want you to wear this ring as a token of our commitment." 

"David, I'm not sure of anything right now, and marriage is too important to not be certain," she weakly replied. 

"You either love me or don't, Christy," he reasoned. 

"That's all that matters. It's all you need to know to say yes. Sleep on it, and give me your answer in the morning," he
admonished, hoping that more time would bring a promising response. 

Dismissing the children, David eyed MacNeill as he strolled toward the direction of his bunk house. Eager to escape
the scene, Christy retreated into the school house. Immediately, she began straightening her desk, as if it would bring
order to her own tumbled thoughts, and the dilemma before her.

She sought solitude to make sense of the sudden flood of emotions; nevertheless, the sound of heavy footsteps
approaching toward the front of the building interrupted her need for privacy. A lump formed in her throat, as she
dreaded facing him. 

"Don't throw your dreams away so quickly, Miss Huddleston. How long do you think you'll continue teaching these
children if you marry the preacher?" 

Glancing over her shoulder, Christy continued shuffling papers. 

"Doctor, please. I'm not in the mood to discuss my future, or to spar with you." 

Neil stood but a few feet away. 

"Obviously you have something to say to me, or you wouldn't have come by my cabin." 

"It wasn't important enough to intrude on a private moment." 

She paused to control the tremor in her voice. 

"If you don't mind, I have lesson plans to prepare for tomorrow." 

"I'll not go until I've had my say." 

"I'm fine, doctor, really I am," she insisted emphatically. 

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm old enough to make my own decisions." 

"Tis true, but freedom bears consequences, Christy. Myself, I rushed headlong into marriage. I'll not sit back, and
watch you do the same." 

"I'm not rushing into anything. The truth is David proposed to me some time ago. I've had plenty of opportunity to
consider my dreams." 

"Have you?" he gently probed.

She pivoted around to face him. 

"You've never approved of this mission, or David's ministry here. Perhaps your differences with David are clouding
your judgment," Christy remarked defensively. 

"Certainly not," he retorted. 

"This isn't about David. It's about you, and your happiness." 

"David is a wonderful man." 

"I'm not doubting that David is a good man. I'm doubting whether he's the right man for you." 

"Well, you should know he means a great deal to me." 

"That may be, but don't call it love." 

Christy met the doctor's assessment with silence. Gripping her shoulders, he fervently pleaded, 

"Listen to me, Christy. You've opened yours eyes, haven't you? It's not thoughts of David that are keeping you up
nights." 

Feeling entirely exposed, she shut her eyes and woefully uttered, 

"Go home to your wife, doctor." 

In her heart she knew it was all she could say. Neil's arms dropped away. He finally spoke, 

"Very well. You teach the children that they can't be happy living a lie. Consider what you teach others, Miss
Huddleston. Won't you be lying to David, and to yourself, if you put his ring on your finger?" 

Not waiting for a response, he turned and headed for the door. 

 

Chapter 2

(Continued flashback)

The doctor rode slowly back to his cabin that evening from the school yard. He spotted a flickering light from inside
the cabin, suggesting that Margaret was still there. As he entered the room, his wife remained with her back toward
him. She cooly mentioned, 

"I tried to warn you, Mac. The girls at the tea house knew that the preacher had special ordered an engagement
ring." 

"She hasn't given him her answer yet," Neil flatly remarked as he took off his coat. 

"I see," an anxious note crept into her voice. 

"It appears that your tastes have changed considerably while I was away. Have you considered what it takes to
satisfy you, Mac?" 

"What do you really know about what satisfies me, Margaret? If my needs had mattered, you wouldn't have left me
believing you had drowned." 

Margaret smiled bitterly. 

"I had few choices. To stay would have been a slow death for me. Nevertheless, if you believed I was dead, you
would have the freedom to get on with your life while I got on with mine." 

"You did just that," Neil replied curtly. 

"While you earned your keep entertaining men in dance halls, I was left alone to pick up the pieces. Through the
rubble I managed to build a new life for myself, though your memory haunted me like a phantom. Now, you appear
at my doorstep wanting to come home as if the past has been some bad dream." 

"So, my arrival has interrupted your plans." 

"Margaret, stop pretending that nothing has changed." 

"Nothing has changed, at least not my feelings for you."

Margaret searched Neil's face for a trace of remaining passion, but was unrewarded. Neil sighed deeply, 

"You know that I still care for you, but I'll not say that it's the same as before. You betrayed my love, and our vows.
A man doesn't forget such things." 

"I had hoped to make it up to you, Neil." 

"Margaret, I accept that you need me now, but I'm not a fool to think that you returned to Cutter Gap because you
couldn't live without me." 

"Believe what you like, Mac, but I couldn't outrun the memory of you." 

"Yet returning home serves your own purpose. I can't be a husband to you in the way that you need, with me feeling
the way that I do." 

Margaret peered out the window at the twilight. 

"Funny. All this time it never occurred to me that you might fill the loneliness in my absence. I always pictured you
waiting for me down by the river." 

"My time by the river was spent mourning you, until I discovered you were alive. When you returned with that
Harland fellow you came back to make your peace, not to be reconciled to me. Since then an empty vow has
bound me, which I'll keep even now." 

Neil's wife whirled around to face him. 

"Poor Neil," she hurled sarcastically. 

"Duty and honor are what really bind you. These are things I never put much stock in. I'll not trouble you by asking
to share your bed, although I have missed that. I'll settle for sleeping downstairs, unless you change your mind." 

"I'll build a fire so that you can stay warm." 

"Very well, Mac. I said I didn't expect to be welcomed back with open arms."

Margaret turned away before Neil could see her angry eyes cloud over with tears. The truth was she needed Neil
more desperately than he knew, but he was offering her pity, not love. Even in her condition, it was unacceptable to
her. Christy perched beside her bedroom window, staring up at the luminous, star-studded heavens. Her starry host,
continuously orbiting on its set course, seemed unconcerned that she lacked clarity about her own life's direction.
Yet, she sensed that the God who dwelled beyond the glittery expanse understood and cared. At dawn, she gazed
at the rose-colored streaks feathering out across the pale sky. Sunrises were usually a source of inspiration, but this
morning its beauty was elusive, as was any chance of sleep. Smiling sadly, she remembered David's instructions to
"sleep on it." How could she possibly sleep when wrestling with her own heart's cry? David didn't join the others for
breakfast, so Christy sought him out at his bunk house before school. She rapped lightly on the door. His handsome
face was set in grim lines, as he peered out to see who his guest might be. 

"We missed you at breakfast, David," she fumbled for words. 

"I wasn't hungry," he remarked solemnly.

Glancing down at her clasped hands he noted, 

"My ring isn't on your finger. Is that your answer?" Gently, she began, 

"David, for so long I have dreamed of saying yes. You have become so important to me. I don't want to lose you,
but it would be unfair to you if I keep this ring." 

"Consider what it is you are throwing away, Christy. Our love. Our future together," he reasoned with pleading eyes.

"I'm so sorry, David. I just can't. Forgive me." 

She gingerly returned the encased jeweled ring which held such promise. Earlier, she had refused his proposal
claiming she wasn't ready for such a commitment, but now she knew the truth. Searching his eyes, Christy beheld
pain and rejection reflected in his countenance. Feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, she turned and fled. When
Neil awoke, he found that Margaret had left the cabin. He noted missing articles as he scanned the rooms, including
her clothes from the trunk in his laboratory. Quickly, he set out for the mission to see if she were there. He spotted
Alice, who was busy doing chores. 

"Alice," he called. 

"Is Margaret here?" 

"No, she is not." Looking up, Alice noted Neil's concern.

"Why?" 

"She spent the night at my cabin, and left out this morning without a word. I noticed that some cash money and
medicine were missing. I've got to find her," he replied anxiously. 

"She's not well." 

"Give me a minute, and I'll ride with you. My horse is saddled." 

"We've got to hurry. I suspect she is headed for the El Pano train." 

They galloped swiftly toward El Pano to intercept the train, but were unsuccessful. At daybreak, Margaret had
departed on the train to Atlanta, in hopes of catching up with the girls from the tea house. Though neither
commented on her leaving, Doctor MacNeill and Miss Alice feared that they would never see her again.......

 

Chapter 3 

(End of flashback)

Ruby Mae's relentless chatter brought Christy back to the present, as the girls wandered out of the school house
from tending to the flowers. Amid giggles, they waived goodbye before meandering down the dirt path together.
Smiling, she took a deep breath before peering back at the peaked mountain ridge. The warm spring sunshine
caressed her face. Again, she sought the solitude of the mountains to quiet her heart, as the same nagging question
echoed in her mind. Had she made the right choice? She had wrestled with the pain in David's eyes, yet her own
doubts could not be silenced. Newly discovered emotions had swelled to the surface, as her eyes were opened to
deeper longings. As these yearnings cried for expression, even now she saw no release for the aching in her heart.
Christy strolled down toward the cemetery beside the school, and gazed at a newly engraved headstone. The
inscription read, "In loving memory of Margaret Seebohn Henderson MacNeill." She shrugged off the pangs of
loneliness, and took comfort in knowing that above all else, she had been true to herself. This was a consolation
during the long winter months. She discovered that living the truth could also be filled with pain and heartache,
affecting not only herself but those dearest to her. Again, Christy revisited the events which transpired while the
ground slept under a blanket of snow........

(Flashback)

As the holidays approached, packages had begun to arrive from various destinations for those at the mission. Their
own dampened spirits didn't seem to disturb the excitement or curiosity in the children, as they were on the lookout
for Ben Pentland. They called his brown packages, "bundles from heaven." 

"Miz Christy. Thar's Mr. Pentland with nother bundle," Creed announced with great delight. 

"Good morning, Mr. Pentland," she greeted. 

"Howdy. This here parcel is from Ashe-ville way, and the telegram's fer Alice Henderson." 

"I'll make sure she gets it. Thank you." 

Glancing at the envelope, she turned to her pupil. 

"Creed. I need for you to go and tell the others that I will be a few minutes late. Tell them to begin the writing
assignment on the chalkboard. Will you do that for me, please?" 

"Yes'um. Cain't I wait fer the news?" 

"Scoot." 

Upon finding Alice, Christy hesitated before handing her the telegram. 

"Ben Pentland was just by. He brought this." 

Eyeing the enfolded paper, Alice stared at it for a long while before opening the message. Scanning the contents, she
appeared to steady herself before proceeding. Attempting to sound matter-of-fact she summarized, 

"It's from a Miss Abigail Gillespie. It's regarding Margaret. She's been hospitalized due to complications from
pneumonia." 

"Oh Miss Alice, no." 

"Apparently Mr. Harland recently admitted her. Miss Gillespie became concerned when no visitors came to make
inquiry of her condition. Briefly, she states her condition is worsening, rather than improving." 

Alice's eyes became moist with tears. 

"I've got to go to her. She needs me." 

Alice went to the phone and dialed El Pano to arrange for travel. 

Later that day, Neil returned to his cabin and found Alice quietly waiting on the porch. This was no social visit, not
that Alice was inclined to come calling. 

"Alice. What's wrong?" he questioned. 

"I received this in the mail today," she said softly, as she handed him the message. 

Reading the telegram, he sighed deeply. 

"I was afraid this would happen. Her lungs aren't healthy enough to fight pneumonia. She told me that she was afraid
of dying alone, and that she needed me. If I'd been a husband to her like she wanted, she would have stayed this
time. At least then things would have turned out differently." 

"Neil, she left of her own free will. We both know that." 

"She left because I didn't give her cause to stay," he insisted. 

"I have to live with knowing that I could have prevented this from happening. I cared for her, Alice, but I couldn't get
past her deceiving me, or my own feelings." 

"We both care, Neil, and we each have our regrets concerning my daughter. The last thing I told her was there was
no longer any place for her in my life. I blindly thought I had granted her a wish." 

Alice shook her head. 

"I wanted thee to know that I'll be leaving for Atlanta in the morning." 

"Alice, would you convey a message for me?" 

"Of course, Neil." He thought for a moment, struggling with his parting words to his wife. 

"Tell her," he paused as his eyes became misty, 

"Tell her I've tucked away our happier memories to remember. And, Alice, make her see that I don't hold her to
what she did. Promise me, will you?" 

Alice nodded gravely. 

"I'll stay with her as long as she needs me. She'll not be alone, Neil." 

Alice stood helplessly beside the hospital bed, observing her daughter's frail, still form. She gently reached over and
touched Margaret's thin hand, and held it. 

"Margaret, I've come to be with you. Can you hear me?" 

The patient did not respond. 

"Its mother."

Margaret slowly awoke, and turned her head slightly toward her visitor. Her saddened face appeared pallid and
drawn, her will to fight retreated. 

"You're not alone anymore, Margaret," Alice tenderly reassured her. 

"I'll not leave you, do you understand?" 

A faint smile crossed her daughter's parched lips before she closed her eyes. Alice pulled a chair close beside the
bed, and seated herself. 

"I have a message from Neil," she began with a sense of immediacy. 

"He wanted thee to know that he'll always remember your happier times together. He said he doesn't blame you for
what you did. He made me promise to tell you. You know he never stopped caring for you, Margaret."

Alice paused and steadied her voice, before pouring out her heart to her silent listener. 

"What I said to you in the church house has not severed the link we have always shared. It's time I confessed my
failings to you. I cannot have thee continue to feel entirely responsible for all that's happened. Ever since you were a
small child, I feared that your strong will would eventually cause you sorrow. In my anxiety to prevent this from
happening, I helped bring it pass by pushing too hard. It wasn't all your doing, Margaret. I know that you could
never get past the circumstances of your birth, as if my naivety determined your worth. One thing it never changed
was how precious you were to me." 

Alice smiled through the tears. Her voice full of emotion, she continued, 

"You will always remain the dearest to my heart. I do so love you, so very much." 

Alice wiped away the tears, which freely flowed down her cheeks. 

"Margaret, it's never too late for forgiveness. Not from me, nor from Neil, or even God. I do forgive you for
everything. I pray that you will somehow find it in your heart to forgive me, as well." 

Alice continued to firmly hold her daughter's hand. Though Margaret's face was set in a profile, Alice noticed tears
trickling down, and spilling onto the soft pillow. No verbal response followed her confession. It didn't seem to matter
now, as forgiveness gave birth to hope. Yes, there was always hope. Alice whispered gratitude to God for the
chance to say what mattered most. Her prayer took wings, and expressed thanksgiving to the One who gave
Margaret to her so many years ago.

 

Chapter 4 

Christy stood in the school yard during a shortened afternoon recess, trying to further explain the concept of
multiplication to little Burl. His wrinkled brow made it clear that it would take longer than recess for him to grasp the
concept. Glancing up, she caught sight of a wagon approaching off on the misty horizon. From a distance, Christy
recognized the passenger. It was Miss Alice. As the travelers neared the mission yard through patches of ice and
snow, she spotted the elongated shape of a dark coffin jutting out from the rear of the wagon bed. Her heart sank,
as she tried to fathom the sorrow of losing someone dear a second time. The wagon pulled to an abrupt halt, and
Alice carefully lowered herself from the passenger's side. Words failed her, as Christy tearfully embraced her
grieving friend. On the morning of the funeral, the sky was grey and overcast, reflecting the somber moods of those
who came to pay their respects to Miss Alice and Dr. MacNeill. David raised his booming voice to be heard above
the howling, bitter wind. 

"Solomon wrote, To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the 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; A
time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from
embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to
sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time of
peace...He has made everything beautiful in its time." 

"We gather to remember Margaret Seebohn Henderson MacNeill, and to mourn the passing of her life. In the
coming months, I encourage you to take refuge in the words of Jesus, Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be
comforted.'" 

As Christy eyed the circle of mourners huddled around the black coffin, she realized that she was grieving
Margaret's death only once. Doctor MacNeill and Miss Alice stood silently together, with a sense of finality written
on their solemn faces. At least on this day, a grave stone would be erected as a tangible reminder of their loss. Out
of concern, Christy attempted to go by and check on the doctor. This proved unfruitful, as he was not at his cabin.
Late one evening, she spotted a faint light in the church house, and slipped over to see who the intruder might be.
There in the dim light and shadows, she overheard a heartfelt prayer. 

"Dear God," a familiar voice paused. 

"I admit my stubborn pride has kept me from calling out for help in the past. I confess that until now, I've not cared
to know you or your ways, because I saw you as vengeful and harsh, always distant. Somehow through grace,
you've taught me that you are love. You've shown me, by placing this deep, unquenchable love in my heart for her.
Yet, I've ruined a life." 

His voice broke under the weight of guilt. 

"Since you're the source of love, God, I've come to return your gift." 

Neil's words trailed off amid the sound of weeping, as he remained bowed before the altar. How he must have
deeply loved Margaret, but acknowledged it too late, Christy regretfully concluded. Feelings of inexplicable loss
pressed its full weight on her chest, as she realized the object of the doctor's desires rested in the grave. Though
wanting to console him, she was torn with her own conflicting emotions.

Resisting the urge to flee to the solace of her room, she quietly stepped down to the front of the church and knelt
beside him. Delicate fingers firmly gripped his large hands. As his head came up, she beheld deep anguish in his
lonely, tearful eyes. She slipped into his arms to comfort him, though his tense, restrained embrace was agonizing. 

"I'm so sorry about Margaret," she whispered. 

"I didn't mean to intrude, but I want you to know that I'm here, and I care." 

Avoiding his sober gaze, she tenderly kissed him on the cheek before stepping out into the darkness. With the cold
weather settling in on Cutter Gap, everyone had put any thoughts of rebuilding Daniel's cabin on the back burner, as
he lived at the mission. Daniel became more restless and distant as spring approached. It was about that time that
Dr. McNeill came by the mission to approach Daniel about a proposition. 

"Miss Huddleston," the doctor formally greeted her. 

"Hello Neil," she replied eagerly. 

"It's been awhile since you were by. I was at your cabin the other day, and it didn't appear that you had been there
for days. Are you all right?" 

"I haven't been home much, but I'm fine." 

"I'm concerned about you." 

Neil appeared uncomfortable. 

"Don't be. I'm getting along as best I can. I've come to have a word with Daniel. Is he about?" 

"Yes. He's in the barn." 

"Very well. I'll be off then." 

"Can I interest you in some eggs and biscuits first?" she offered in hopes that he would stay. 

"No, thank you. I've already eaten," Neil said abruptly. 

"Goodbye," she called out, but Neil had already turned to leave. 

Neil found Daniel feeding Prince. The doctor was eager to discuss his purpose for the visit, so he plunged in. 

"Daniel, for some time now I have thought about opening an eye clinic where patients could come see me several
days a week. Since the former tea house has shut down, I thought about renting the building. Saint Timothy's
Hospital has made that possible, by sending me funds monthly to use at my discretion. I know it's a big step, but I
was counting on your help in getting it set up and operational." 

"I'm afraid not, doctor. My dreams of staying to learn medicine aren't working out. It's time I faced it, and headed
home to the woman I love." 

Feeling somewhat put-off by Daniel's refusal, Neil decided a less direct approach. 

"And who might that be?" Daniel smiled at the opportunity to talk about his favorite subject. 

"Cecile Carver. She's a school teacher like Christy, and the most beautiful young lady in all the settlement. I
promised her before I left home that I would send for her when I could do so. Now that my cabin has burned, it
doesn't look like that will be any time soon." 

"That's no cause to abandon your work, Daniel." 

"She loves me, doctor. I'm not willing to risk losing her for what knowledge I may gain here in medicine." 

"Think this through, man." 

"I have done nothing but think about it. The truth is sometimes I miss her so much I wonder how I've managed to
survive this long without her. Our separation has only made my longings more intense, as it seems the prospect of
marrying her any time soon has been dashed." 

Daniel shook his head in dismay. 

"I understand your loneliness man, and I wouldn't be asking for your help if I could manage setting up the clinic
alone. I really can't do this without you. It would only be for a few months." 

Slowly, Daniel conceded. 

"All right then, I suppose I owe you that much for all you have done for me."

 

Chapter 5 

Doctor MacNeill and Daniel absorbed their efforts into setting up the clinic, as long hours were spent on the project.
Neil stopped coming by the mission altogether. One morning Fairlight dropped by on an errand for him. 

"What's in the sack, Fairlight?" Christy asked. 

"Doc asked if'n I minded bringin' this here medicine by. Caught him on his way to El Pano." 

"Thanks." 

"Seems he's spendin' all his wakin' hours thar. Tis best, I reckon." 

"I wish I understood him. Since Margaret's death, he has shut me out of his life altogether. I don't recall the last time
he set foot near the mission. Sending you by with the medicine was his way of avoiding me. It seems that I remind
him of his pain." 

"His heart's aiken, fer sure; but, hearts mend, Christy. Don't you fret none over him. Spring's a-comin'. Tis a time for
new beginnins." 

Fairlight glanced at the horizon, with a faraway look in her eyes. She nodded reassuringly, before giving her friend a
warm hug, and being on her way. Neither of the ladies noticed David approaching. 

"So, the good doctor is sending Fairlight by these days, I see. It doesn't look like things are turning out as you might
had hoped, are they Christy?" 

"David, please. If I had accepted your proposal, what would our life have been like together? Neither of us would
have been happy." 

"As it is, neither of us is happy now. You're alone, and I'm left to watch." 

"I'm sorry. I can't change how I feel." 

"Maybe someday you'll realize what you threw away. Of course, then it will be too late." 

"Don't be bitter, David. Until now, you were always on the refusing end of young ladies' advances. You will find the
right woman, someday. I know you will." 

"I thought I had. I was wrong, or else you were." 

The look in David's eyes showed that he regretted pressing her for an answer to his proposal. She felt a pang of guilt
over his hurt countenance; yet, she couldn't offer any hope of resuming a serious relationship. Gently she replied, 

"I'm afraid you were, David......" 

(End of flashback)

Waking from her reminiscing, Christy spied a patch of yellow daffodils sprouting up near Margaret's grave, their
sunny heads gently bobbing in the breeze. Indeed, much had occurred during the winter's slumber which had shaped
the lives in Cutter Gap, but winter was past. Spring had announced its arrival in a blaze of blooming colors, causing
newfound hope to well up inside her breast. Glancing back at the earthen mound, she voiced her resolve. 

"I once told you that Neil was worth fighting for, but I didn't realize then how much he meant to me. Now, I'm
battling the memory of you. Well, he has grieved over you for years. It's time he put aside mourning, and took up the
dance."

Later, Christy found Neil down at the creek bank fishing. Approaching the doctor as if there had been no lapse in
their conversation, she nonchalantly remarked, 

"I just returned from El Pano, and you weren't at the clinic. I'm surprised to see that you weren't hard at work. This
is the only other place where I thought I might find you." 

Realizing that there was no graceful way to retreat from her presence, the doctor replied, 

"I needed to get away for a few hours. The clinic is nearly finished." 

She reached over and picked up the extra pole, and began casting the line. 

"Do you remember the day you taught me how to use this, doctor? You insisted that the game of catching the fish
was more important than keeping it. I believe you put it, the dance is more important than the frying pan.' I take issue
with you on that." 

He eyed her curiously, as if trying to decide where she was headed with the conversation. 

"How's so, Miss Huddleston?" 

"To me, it would appear that enjoying the catch is far more satisfying than the dance alone. I understand why you
hesitated, and put the pole aside for a time; nevertheless, you returned to the river, because the urge to engage in the
dance was too strong to ignore. The fish returned as well, challenging you to cast the hook. It seems the brief
interlude has only served to heighten the anticipation of the catch. Still, the real joy isn't found in the contest of wills
of reeling in the fish, but in realizing what a fine prize you hold in your hand." 

About that time, she hooked a rainbow trout. Without assistance, she gently pulled the line until the fish was within
reach. From the corner of her eye, Christy noticed Neil giving her a measured glance. Her cryptic interpretation of
their earlier riverside chat apparently caused him to view her on more equal footing. In the past, the doctor always
fancied himself in the role of a fatherly instructor, and she was his student. Well, she was catching up with him. With
satisfaction, Christy handed him the fish along with the pole. Briefly, the tips of her fingers lightly brushed the open
palm of his hand. She caught her breath, as her heart skipped a beat. Glancing upward, she examined his troubled
eyes. 

"For you, doctor," she said softly. 

"God meant for you to enjoy the gift." 

Smiling wistfully, she walked away.

To pass the extended daylight hours, Fairlight and Christy spent time together cooking with the herbs and spices the
children had gathered. Christy reached over and scooped up a tablespoon of sweet potato pie filling, tasting the
pungent ginger mingled with honey. She thought about her mother's spice cabinet back in Asheville, marveling at
how certain tastes and smells made her feel homesick. 

"Fairlight, it seems that so much of the diet in the cove is either bland, fried, or full of sugar. Using these herbs and
spices sure has improved the taste, and cutting back on the sugar is healthier, as well." 

"Them sweet tator pies sets the mouth to waterin', fer sure." 

"I agree. It's the wild ginger and Jeb's sourwood honey that made them so good. They are as creamy as I've ever
tasted." 

"Them youngin's will eat em up in a heartbeat." 

The following day at school, the children were eager to taste the pies and stack cakes the ladies had baked. The
children managed to complete the spring nature display, as well. Little Burl sat admiring the composition. 

"Teacher, ain't hit a wonder how God saw fit to paint flowers such fine colors. Sure is purty," he mused while
observing the dried flowers. 

"Yes. Blooming flowers are what make springtime so special for me, too." 

Ruby Mae glanced dreamy-eyed at Rob Allen. 

"Springtime sets my mind to thinkin' bout love." 

"Do you suppose it affected Shakespeare the same way?" Christy asked the class. 

"Afraid so," Creed answered in disgust. 

"Seems all the man writ bout was love. Don't rightly see no cause to fuss over a girl anyhow, like that Romeo fellar.
Don't reckon no love was worth dyin' fer." 

"Creed, you are a little young to understand, but did you know that Solomon agreed with Shakespeare? He wrote
that love was as strong as death. So strong in fact, that many waters couldn't quench it or wash it away. It's that
powerful."

"What do ye reckon Shakespeare meant by sayin' love adds a precious seein' to the eye?" Rob asked. 

"Maybe that love opens our eyes to the truth of what's hidden in our hearts," Christy thoughtfully explained. 

"If'n love opens our'n eyes, why do some folks says love is blind?" Zady wondered. 

"It almost seems contradictory, doesn't it, Zady. On the one hand, love is blind to the faults of the one we love; yet,
on the other hand, love opens our eyes to where we can see our emotions clearly." 

Ruby Mae closed her eyes and recited, 

"Like Miss Hattie's song, I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see.'" 

"Teacher, have ye ever felt love in yer heart like that fer any-body?" little Burl innocently inquired as he looked up at
her. Creed rolled his eyes. 

"Course not. Member, teacher re-fused the rev'rend's hand." 

Ruby Mae noticed Christy's sudden shift in mood, and an unsuccessful attempt to conceal her sadness. 

"Teacher, will ye be all right?" 

"I'm fine, Ruby Mae," she tried to reassure her. 

"Everyone, let's finish cleaning up." 

Dismissing the children, Christy sat quietly at her desk. She reached for her sketch pad, determined to finish an
etching she had put aside for some time. Shakespeare was right, she poignantly mused. Love did add a precious
seeing to the eye. Yet, she wondered if the love enshrined in her heart was for her eyes only. Surely love
unexpressed seemed far worse than feeling no love at all. Through dewy eyes, she stared unfocused at the likeness
of a man with tousled, curly hair framing his rugged, handsome features. Her unfulfilled longings, like gnawing hunger,
now conjured this lone image.

 

Chapter 6 

Out of concern for Daniel, the doctor gathered the men of the cove and shared with them Daniel's intentions to leave
Cutter Gap. The men met the news with mixed emotions. How could any of them forget their own reactions to
Cutter Gap's first Negro resident? They were all against him staying in the first place, Dr. MacNeill most of all. Yet,
in time Daniel won their respect by showing that acts of decency and kindness had no particular color. 

"Daniel, speaking for everyone here, I have something to say," Neil spoke up as he got the men's attention. 

"We men have decided to rebuild your cabin, so that you can stay and finish your training." 

Daniel faced Neil and replied, 

"I don't know what to say to such an offer. When I came to Cutter Gap, more than anything I wanted to learn
medicine so that I could give my people adequate medical care. The truth is, I've all but given up on my dream. To
make matters worse, I'm afraid that being apart from the woman I love had distracted me from my purpose." 

"However, if we rebuild your cabin, you won't have to leave. That is, if you can postpone sending for your young
bride for awhile longer," David added. 

"That won't be easy," Daniel countered. 

"We understand. What's your decision?" Neil pressed. 

"I don't know what to say." 

"Say yes." 

Jeb cast his vote. Daniel looked around trying to read any unspoken messages on the men's faces. 

"On one condition. I'll stay as long as I can work beside you'all, and help in the building." 

"We wouldn't have it any other way," David agreed. 

"All right then," Daniel conceded. 

"I would appreciate a helping hand. Fellas, this means a lot." 

Weary from a full day of teaching and chores, Christy eagerly sank into bed. In the stillness of the moment, her
portrait of the doctor's image came into focus. The man was still such a mystery. In the past, there were times when
Neil showed that he cared. Still, how could she overlook their conversation in his laboratory on the night of that
terrible storm. He had confided that she reminded him of his wife. His words, "You're so like her," reverberated in
her ears the first time she laid eyes upon Margaret. That she was alive was a shocking revelation. Nevertheless, she
was stunned to see the resemblance: same size, similar coloring. Their likeness was strong enough for them to be
sisters. Would Neil always see Margaret in her? She rolled over trying to shake off the nagging question. For years,
Christy dreamed of a man falling in love with her because of her own unique qualities. That didn't include bearing a
resemblance to a deceased wife. Her romantic heart cried out for someone who would consider her special. Feeling
quite melancholy, she stared at the ceiling in the dim light. Miss Alice's words, "Sometimes love isn't enough," were
troubling. Perhaps it was true regarding her feelings for Neil. Her bright springtime hopes dimmed, as she pondered
her choices. She sighed deeply, and resolved to get some rest.

Clearing her thoughts, Christy dozed off to a fitful slumber. Slipping out of consciousness, there were no escaping
thoughts of the doctor, as he again invaded her dream world. The following day a letter was on the table from
Asheville. Christy picked up the white envelope and began to read it, as Alice strolled through the dining room. 

"A letter from home?" Alice inquired. 

"Yes. Mother says that the family is planning a Huddleston family reunion during the spring holiday, and wondered if
I could attend." 

"And why not? Thee has been promising your parents a visit home for some time." 

"I know. I have no good excuse to not attend. I must admit that it would nice to see how my father's health is
progressing." 

"You have the time off from school. It would be perfectly timed." 

"You're right, Miss Alice. Perhaps it would be good to get away from the cove for a while, to gain some
perspective." 

"What's on your mind, Christy?" Alice asked, sensing Christy's ambivalence.

Christy bit her lower lip, and hesitated. She realized Miss Alice deserved to know her thoughts; particularly since her
decision would affect the mission. Taking a deep breath, she plunged in, 

"Lately I've been questioning whether I should continue teaching at the mission once the school year is finished.
Perhaps returning to Asheville would be better for me." 

"Why the sudden change in heart? You seem so happy teaching the children." 

"You know I love the children. It's just that ..." 

"It's Neil, isn't it? Thee needn't worry. I've watched this develop between you two for some time now." 

"Well, it appears that you were mistaken, Miss Alice. Doctor MacNeill doesn't acknowledge my existence." 

"That is sad, just when you discovered your own feelings for him. Thee needn't be ashamed of thine emotions,
Christy. You were innocent in all that happened. You began to fall in love with Neil before anyone realized Margaret
was alive, but you buried it deep to where you didn't even see it yourself. At least not until David forced it to come
to the surface." 

The conversation was taking an unexpected twist, and suddenly Christy felt uncomfortable. 

"Having feelings for a married man was wrong of me." 

"So you were right in not acting on your emotions, but the point is, Christy, Neil is now free to love again. It would
be a mistake for you to not acknowledge your true feelings because of loyalty to me," 

Alice explained with understanding eyes. 

"I have considered how you might feel about the matter. The truth is, I fear if Neil had feelings for me, it was
because I reminded him of your daughter. I want a man to love me for whom I am," Christy insisted emphatically.

"Rightfully so," Alice agreed. 

"I, too, once thought Neil's fascination with you was because you favored Margaret. Thee owes it to thyself to be
certain, before making life-changing decisions. You've searched for answers from God, and he rewarded you.
Perhaps you might bend his ear again. The scripture says that he who seeks will find." 

Later that evening, Christy sought solitude outdoors. Her earlier conversation with Miss Alice weighed heavily on
her mind, as she gazed at the glowing, orange ball dropping behind the western ridge. 

"Lord, you brought me here for a purpose, I know you did," her request began. 

"Through my confusion, you showed me that staying and teaching was your will. Well, I seek you again now. You
know my heart far better than I do, and I know that you have a future and a hope for me. So, I ask that you make it
clear to me what direction I should go." 

As Christy basked in the silence, she sensed a calm peace wash over her, assuring her that the petition had been
heard.

 

Chapter 7 

Alice stepped inside the doctor's eye clinic, eager to escape the torrents of rain which had begun to fall moments
before she arrived in El Pano. She removed her outer coat and hat, and hung them on a hat-rack beside the entrance
door. She glanced about the outer waiting room, recognizing patients who were seated in the straight-back chairs
against the far wall. Alice had come all the way to El Pano to have an opportunity with the doctor, and she wasn't
going to let patients or the weather stop her from accomplishing her mission. 

Without announcement, she opened the door to Neil's office. Doctor MacNeill stood before a table of surgical
instruments, concentrating on the task of methodically cleaning each one. He looked up to see who stepped into the
room. 

"I see you are busy in your work, Neil. I was wondering, how long are you going to continue doing penance?" 

"Alice, as you say I'm very busy. Unless you would like to lend a hand, I really need to finish this job so I can get
back to my patients." 

"To what purpose? This self-denial won't bring Margaret back to life. It will only serve to make thee more
miserable, and it is affecting more than just you. I promise thee that immersing thyself in doctoring won't heal the
ache in thine heart." 

"Isn't it enough that I ruined your daughter's life, Alice?" 

"The truth is Margaret made her own costly choices. Thee cannot rewrite history, Neil. You managed to forgive
Margaret for her unfaithfulness to you, but you haven't found a way to forgive yourself. Let it go, before the past
robs thee of thy future." 

Neil sighed deeply. 

"Why are you so concerned about this matter, Alice?" he inquired. 

"Because you are family. I am entitled to be concerned about thee." She smiled warmly. 

"As hard as it was for me to accept, I believe God has given thee a chance to start life again. I won't sit back and
watch thee throw away happiness because of guilt or fear. You deserve better, Neil." 

Alice walked toward the door. Looking back over her shoulder she added, 

"Love is a fragile gift, doctor. Take hold of it carefully. You know, I believe that it's not unlike God to save the best
for last." 

She smiled knowingly, and slipped out of the room. The women of the cove were kept busy each day organizing
meals for the men, as they labored together on Daniel's cabin. In addition, they were planning a fellowship to honor
its completion. Mountain people knew how to celebrate when work was finished, and music played a festive role.
At last, the labor ceased and the men admired their collective efforts. The cove's social event fell the evening before
Christy was due to depart for Asheville. Though she tried to raise her spirits for the occasion, she was wavering. 

At the social, Christy was visiting with Mountie and Smith O'Teale when her sensitive nose detected the faint scent
of tobacco only moments before he spoke. 

"Miss Huddleston, it appears that we have some unfinished business to settle before you leave. Would you excuse
us, children?" 

"What sort of business are you referring to?" she questioned. 

"The matter of our dance. You know. The one we started that day at my cabin. As I recall, it was interrupted when
you left in a flurry. May I?"

Neil offered her his arm. She momentarily hesitated before accepting. He led the way to the clearing where others
were already dancing a slow tune, and so they resumed their waltz. 

"Couldn't you have just asked me to dance, Neil?" 

"Do you know that when you're aggravated your eyes crackle like blue fire?" 

"I wasn't aware that my emotions were so transparent." 

"Really, Christy, not much of what you feel isn't expressed in those big, blue eyes of yours." 

Noticing her glance about, he added, 

"You needn't look away." 

"Neil, I would like to have a good time. Must you make this difficult?" 

"I assure you, Miss Huddleston, that wasn't my purpose. You can't fault a man for wanting to finish what he started.
Do you know that we have had our differences since the day you set foot in Cutter Gap? Perhaps we could view
this dance as an attempt to clean the slate, so to speak." 

"I hardly think that a dance is going to smooth out our tendency to dispute issues, doctor." 

"Perhaps not, but I offer the gesture just the same; particularly since you're leaving." 

His words nettled her. 

"I'm only going to be gone for a short visit. I'll be back before anyone has time to miss me."

"Will you, Christy? No doubt, your mother will send Asheville's finest young men to court you. Your parents will
argue that you should stay and finish college, maybe settle down and get married. It could happen, too. Being home
in familiar surroundings can stir up old desires." 

"There's no one special there waiting for me, doctor," she insisted as irritation mounted. 

"Come now, Christy. You're marrying age. You could be swept off your feet tomorrow. Then you would view this
place as a memory of when you took off, and discovered the world outside your comfortable parameters. I suspect
though, that you'll occasionally think of me fondly as the country doctor who challenged you on every turn." 

Color crept into her face. 

"No," Christy replied shaking her head. 

"I would cherish the memory of each face, and recall these events as if they happened yesterday. As for you, doctor,
I'll never forget . . ." 

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Abruptly, she disengaged from her partner's arms and fled, as Neil
followed.

 

Chapter 8 

Brushing aside droplets which cascaded down her flushed cheeks, Christy remained with her back toward him. 

"You know, perhaps someday we'll finish that dance," he remarked casually. 

"I'm sorry, It's just that the day has been filled with thoughts of saying goodbye, and some goodbyes are harder than
others." 

Neil became serious. 

"You needn't apologize, Christy. I'm flattered, really." 

"How is it that you can still make me feel like a school girl?" she wondered. 

"I don't think of you that way." "No. You said I reminded you of Margaret." 

"I saw in you her free spirit, but she never had your compassion or your sense of justice." 

"Yet even from the grave she still has a hold on you. Who can fight a memory?" 

"Christy, you deserve more than what Cutter Gap has to offer." 

Christy pivoted to meet the doctor's level gaze. 

"Let me be the judge of what is best for me, doctor," she retorted fervently. 

"I fear that if you stay in Cutter Gap, then one day you'll come to regret your choice like she did. This place can
never offer you what you have been accustomed to having all your life." 

"And what was that? A meaningless string of social events filled my calendar. I came here because I wanted my life
to count for something, doctor, and I found my purpose with the children. I chose Cutter Gap as my home," Christy
countered with intensity. 

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled. 

"The truth is, I stayed for myself. You of all people should understand what it means to need this place, to need
these people. I believe we both stayed because we felt we can make a difference. I had hoped that we could work
together more closely." 

"What is it that we have been doing for the past few years?" Neil questioned. 

"I have taught in your school, and you not only assisted me with surgery, you helped fight off an entire scarlet fever
epidemic. I'd call that working together. What more do you want from me, Christy?" he asked in frustration.

Christy glanced down at the tall sweeping blades of grass under her feet. 

"Something you are unable to give, because it will always belong to another." 

"What is that?" 

"The night in the church house I overheard more of your prayer than I should have," she confessed. 

"Go on." 

Again, Christy turned away as she felt her pulse race. In the heat of her emotions, she had shared more than she
intended to divulge. Yet, what did it matter? 

"I heard you pouring out your love for your wife," her voice trembled. 

"I had no idea that you cared for her like that. Anyone else would be merely a replacement to you." 

Neil shook his head, and chuckled softly. 

"Upon my word, I'll never understand your reasoning. You weave bits and pieces of facts together to where it
doesn't even resemble the truth." 

In her confusion, Christy swung around murmuring, 

"I don't understand." 

With deliberate steps, the doctor approached her. The moon's pale glow cast shadows across his features, making it
difficult to discern his enigmatic expression. 

"I'm afraid, Christy, that you misinterpreted what you heard. I admit that I was pouring out my heart to God. I
sought him, because somehow I sensed that he was responsible for putting this new love in my heart. Yet, I tried to
give it back to him." 

"Why?" she barely whispered.

The back of his hand stroked her cheek lightly, tenderly. 

"Sometimes love means wanting what is best for my beloved, even above my own desires." 

Their eyes locked. 

"You see, there is only one name written on my heart." 

In a flash of recognition like penetrating light, the meaning of the doctor's words became clear. Trembling fingers
cupped her face, as Neil bent down and tenderly brushed his lips on her mouth. 

"Oh, Christy. You've heard my confession," he urgently whispered in her ear. 

"You know how much I love you." 

Strong arms drew her close, as his warm lips eagerly parted and sought hers with unrestrained intensity. She felt her
body quiver, as yearnings surged through her like a rushing, mountain river. Her arms circled his neck. 

"The day you rode up to the church yard, I discovered how deeply I cared, just like in my dream; but, I thought I
had lost you forever." 

Gazing into the eyes which peered right into her heart, Christy uttered, 

"I love you too, Neil, so much that it hurts." 

They held each closely for a long time, as if fearing the moment would vaporize like the swirling, early mountain mist.
It was Neil who eventually released his strong grip, and reached for her hand. 

"Do you mind if we walk for a while?" he asked. 

As they strolled through the moonlit meadow, the sound of dulcimers and banjos echoed softly in the distance. The
doctor fell silent, as if weighing some major decision.

Choosing his words carefully, Neil began slowly, 

"Expressing my feelings have never come easy for me, Christy. I know this is sudden, but I can't let you take off
from Cutter Gap without at least asking you to consider something very important to me." 

Her heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that she would discover the doctor's true feelings, and be proposed to all
in one night? She reined in her hopes, so as not to be disappointed. 

"Christy, I don't believe God intended for me to return this love He gave. I think he had something else in mind for
you and me." 

Neil struggled searching for the right words. 

"Nothing in all the world would mean more to me, than to share my life with you. I promise to see to your happiness,
and if you should decide tomorrow that Cutter Gap is no longer home, then together we'll find a place that is." 

The doctor stopped walking, and cupped Christy's hands in his. 

"I'm asking you to marry me." 

Her heart swelled with excitement. 

"Oh, Neil, I'd be honored to be your wife." Neil took a step back, and became deeply concerned. 

"Not so fast, Christy," Neil urged. 

"More than anything, I need for you to be sure." 

After all he had been through, Christy understood his apprehension.

Prompted by a need to put his fears to rest, she stepped closer. Gently, she brushed her fingers through a soft, curly
strand of hair which rested on his creased brow. She lightly traced the outline of his cheekbone until her fingertips
rested on his full mouth. Christy reached up and kissed him gently, lingering as she expressed her heart's desire to be
with him. Holding him close, she spoke softly, 

"All I know for sure is that I love you, Neil MacNeill, more than life itself." 

Christy leaned back to meet his anxious, longing gaze. 

"And, you've confessed you love me, too. So, when two hearts beat in unison, marriage seems the natural outcome.
You said it best yourself, doctor." 

"Oh?" 

"Remember the night of the storm, and your story of lost love?" 

Reminiscing, she quoted, 

" And when the girl opened her eyes, she too fell in love with the silky. And so they were married.' You wooed my
heart with that beautiful tale." 

Amused, Neil raised an eyebrow. 

"So, you're going to use my own words to prove your point, eh?" 

"Doctor, rest assured. For the first time I see clearly what I want, and I'll not settle for less."

Christy gave him an engaging smile. 

"You know how stubborn I can be when my mind is made up!" 

Again, Neil pulled her close, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

"Christy Huddleston, what did I ever do to deserve the likes of you?" 

"Nothing, doctor. Consider me a gift from God. You know," 

she paused for effect, 

"it's high time you learned to accept gifts." 

Neil chuckled to himself. 

"I'll take note of that, Miss Huddleston." 

Becoming more serious, he added, 

"Your mother once told me that she could never thank me enough for giving your father back his health. Perhaps, I
won her respect. Christy, it's important to me that we have your parent's approval. I'll not marry you without it. So if
I can find a way, I want to join you during your trip to Asheville."

 

Chapter 9

The morning of the train departure was upon her. She tarried as long as she dared, but Neil had not arrived.
Exchanging goodbyes with everyone at the mission, Christy and David headed for El Pano. They managed to be
there in record time. 

"Have a safe trip, Christy. Remember to write." 

"I will, and you take care of yourself while I'm gone." 

"Of course. Well, I gotta get back to the mission. I promised Daniel that I would help him finish getting set up. Will
you be all right here by yourself?" he questioned. 

"Of course I will. I'm a grown woman, David." 

"Well, goodbye Christy." 

"Goodbye," Christy waved. 

David accepted the news of her proposal better than she expected. He no longer appeared bitter, and for that
Christy was grateful. Perhaps the letter he received the other day from his Boston childhood sweetheart had created
renewed interest. Maybe she discovered that singing wasn't her only desire, she mused. At any rate, David was
beginning to have that old jovial tone in his voice again. In time he would understand, and she felt certain that their
friendship would survive her choice.

As the wagon pulled away from the railroad tracks through the wisps of fog, Christy recalled another time when she
stood alone on this spot. Her arrival from Asheville seemed like long ago. She had been so uncertain of what her
adventure would hold. When she answered the call to come teach in the mountains, how could she have known then
the role these experiences would play in molding her life, and determining its course? Those valuable lessons, learned
in and out of the classroom, stretched and propelled her toward adulthood while shedding her girlhood assumptions.
Yes, she had naively gone out on a limb chasing after adventure, but God had shown her that serving others were
more in keeping with his plan. Woven in the fabric of mountain culture, she encountered a people who were thirsty
for knowledge and full of potential. With her dear mountain friends, she discovered fulfillment in her work. As she
pondered her future this bright morning, it was now with a newfound certainty, much like the radiant sun peeping
from behind the green, wooded ridge. God had revealed his purpose, by flooding her heart with a sense of peace.
Overflowing with gratitude, she thanked him for this knowledge.

She would return to her mountain home, continue teaching the children, and she would someday marry Neil
MacNeill. She knew her parents would eventually come around. It was her father who always said, he who marries
for love finds God's richest treasures. Being married to the doctor would indeed have its rewards, as well as its
challenges. After all, Neil had a history of challenging her. It's true that more than anyone he exposed her strongest,
most ardent emotions. He brought her laughter, and gave her joy as a gift. She shed tears over him, and yes, the
doctor infuriated her at times. Truly, the dance of the heart had its twirls, dips, and spins. Little wonder why she had
been so confused! Yet, over time she grew to consider this man her best friend, in whom she confided. Then one
day she opened her eyes, and it was somewhere between dances when she beheld this fiery, piercing love igniting
her inmost desires. In hopeful anticipation Christy cast a glance over her shoulder, as the sound of an approaching
rider interrupted her reverie. There, in the misty, fog-covered meadow, she caught sight of her beloved. He had
come!

Bursting with joy, Christy impetuously lifted her skirt and rushed out into the open pasture to meet him. The doctor
flashed a quick smile, as he slowed his horse's stride. Breathless, she waited in the dew-drenched grass, as he
swiftly dismounted from his horse. Gathering her up in his strong arms, Neil eagerly greeted her with a warm kiss. As
winter's bare limbs bud at the first glint of spring's golden rays, a time for love had come to her awakened heart; but,
not until it so desired. In its proper season, Christy witnessed an ageless truth unfold. As with all good gifts
bestowed from a loving Father's hand, she discovered that he had made everything beautiful in its time.

                                         The End