An Amish Courtship. Jan Drexler

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       Chapter Four

      The narrow seat on the buggy provided no opportunity for Mary to put any distance between her elbow and Samuel’s. She finally gave up, resigning herself to the occasional bumps in the road that jostled her against his warm, strong arm. His muscles were tense as he handled the reins, so maybe he didn’t notice when they made contact.

      Sadie kept the conversation going with news about the neighbors as they made their way south.

      “There’s the Miller farm,” she said as they passed a lovely shaded farmyard. Flowers lined the edge of the garden and some children were busy picking strawberries from the field next to the house. “They’re Mennonite, and good neighbors.” She went on without a pause. “And up ahead is the Jefferson place. They’re Englischers and their family has lived here as long as ours.” Sadie laid her hand on Mary’s arm as she turned toward her. “My daed never understood Thomas Jefferson. Ach, ja, that was his name. No relation to the famous president, though. The man was a go-getter, never leaving things be. Now his son, Phillip, has the farm. You won’t believe the bee he has in his hat.”

      Sadie fell silent and Mary exchanged glances with Samuel.

      He grinned. “You’re talking about the road paving he wants the county to do?”

      Sadie nodded and set off again. “That’s right! Pavement in the country! What trotting along on that hard surface will do to our poor horses, I don’t know.” She huffed as she settled back in her seat. “He just wants a smooth road for his fancy automobile, and wants the county to pay for it.”

      Samuel chirruped to the horse. “He says it will keep the dust down.” His words were mild, but Mary could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep from laughing.

      Sadie crossed her arms. “There’s nothing wrong with a little dust.”

      Samuel kept his voice calm, not letting the laughter emerge. “You just don’t like to see progress.”

      “Of course not. Progress without wisdom isn’t good for anyone. People like Phillip Jefferson can’t see past the end of their own noses, and he has no thought of what unintended consequences this road of his might bring.” Sadie sat up, her attention on the next farm. “There’s the Zook farm. Good Amish folks, and now we’re in Eden Township.”

      “Is that Levi Zook? I met him at a barn raising last summer,” Samuel said.

      Sadie shook her head. “Ne, his cousin, Caleb. Levi lives a few miles east of here.” She leaned forward. “Matthew Beachey’s place is just past this crossroad. Up there on the right.”

      Mary felt Samuel’s body stiffen at Sadie’s words. What must it be like for him to see Annie again after so long?

      The other girls had been visiting in the back seat, but when Sadie pointed out their destination, Esther and Judith leaned forward to get a look.

      “What a pretty place,” Judith said.

      “Look at all of the flowers. Annie always said gladiolus was her favorite, and she has planted a whole row of them.”

      Esther’s voice sounded strained and Mary turned around as well as she could.

      “Are you all right, Esther?”

      She nodded. “I’m just so happy to see Annie again.” She pointed, her arm extending between Mary and Sadie. “Look, there she is! Samuel, stop the buggy so we can get out.”

      “You can wait until I turn in the drive.” Samuel’s voice held a growl. His face was tense as he drove the horse toward Annie, who was waiting for them next to the gravel lane.

      When he drew the buggy to a stop, Judith and Esther jumped out and into Annie’s arms. The three sisters held each other close, none of them saying a word, until Annie pushed away from the embrace to look at the girls.

      “You’ve both changed so much!” Annie’s happy smile made Mary want to smile back.

      As the girls launched into the story of everything that had happened since they had last been together, Annie looked toward the buggy, then back at her sisters. Samuel remained in his seat, watching the girls, but making no move to get out.

      Sadie reached across Mary to poke his arm. “Samuel, it’s time for you to say hello to Annie.”

      Samuel swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ja.” He sighed and secured the reins, but he didn’t make a move to get out of the buggy.

      Mary laid her hand on his arm. There must be some way she could help. The poor man looked like he was about to meet his doom.

      “She’s waiting for you.”

      Samuel looked past Mary and Sadie. Annie had glanced his way again, and had pulled her lower lip in between her teeth.

      “Go on,” Mary said. She pushed at his arm. “It’s time.”

      His eyes met hers then, pleading with them as one of her younger brothers would do, but he climbed down from the buggy. Mary followed him and helped Sadie to the ground as she watched him greet his sister.

      “Hello, Annie.”

      He stood back, but his sister reached toward him and grasped his hand.

      “I’m so glad you came.” Her eyes sparkled with tears. “I’ve missed you. All of you.”

      Sadie pulled on Mary’s arm, and she led the way into the house with Ida Mae following.

      “We’ll let the four of them get acquainted again without us interfering.”

      Other buggies had already arrived, and as Mary stepped onto the porch, she could hear the hum of voices from inside the house. She swallowed down the thickness in her throat at the thought of all the strangers on the other side of that door, but she didn’t have time to be nervous as Sadie walked in. They laid their bonnets with the others on a bed in the room off the kitchen, then followed the sound of women visiting.

      The front room was filled with a quilt on a frame, and ten or twelve women sat around it, needles in their hands and all talking at once. Sadie led Ida Mae to three empty chairs on the far side of the quilt, stopping to greet the women they passed on the way.

      “Good morning, Elizabeth.” She grasped an older woman’s shoulder. “These are my nieces from Ohio, Mary and Ida Mae.” She went on to the next woman, a younger image of the first one. “And Ellie, I’m so glad you’re here. Meet my nieces.”

      Mary had hardly had a chance to greet Elizabeth when she met Ellie’s blue eyes. “I’m so happy to meet you. СКАЧАТЬ