CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Olvie was ready when Will arrived to
pick her up. He invited Lydia and Ansel to go on the drive with them, but the
couple declined. So, Will and Olive drove around town looking at all the
businesses.
Many of the businesses’ glass windows
were painted with patriotic, harvest, and seasonal scenes. Businesses and many
residences displayed American flags and red, white, and blue bunting. Farmers presented
their crops and farm machinery in window displays.
Will explained that many of the
businesses held competitions between the farmers. The farmer who designed the
best display won farming supplies. It was a popular annual event and usually
held around harvest time.
Will parked the Oakland in front of
the feed store. Walking down the sidewalks throughout town, they looked at the window
displays. Community people called greetings and waved to the sailor.
Olive knew Will was missed in his small
hometown. They took in the striking displays one after another. The Exide
Battery Service Station showed off the latest automobile batteries and tires.
The Morrow Hospital offered a window display with the latest news about
influenza. The Lakefield Light, Ice, and Power Company displayed bushel baskets
of the Winesap apple harvest. The First National Bank displayed a farmer's hand
plow, horse harnesses, and bushels of wheat and corn. When they stepped up to
J.D. Mahoney and Sons Mercantile window, Olive’s eyes widened when she saw
Will's sunflower display.
"Oh, Will, it's beautiful!"
she gasped, eyeing the display of small baskets that held sunflower seeds,
while an old, cracked crock displayed stems of beautiful golden sunflowers in
the various drying stages. A few photographs showed the sunflower field from
the beginning of planting to the harvest at the end. "How did you do
this?"
Will's hearty laugh was invigorating.
"Ed and Claretta dreamed up the idea. "I didn't have anything to do
with it. Ed thought it might help to spread the word about raising crop
sunflowers."
"It's gorgeous!" Olive was
delighted with the display. A periwinkle blue and buttercup yellow patchwork
quilt lay on the floor of the window ledge. The baskets, the old crock, and
framed photographs highlighted the display with beautiful color. It was a
vision of a warm end-of-summer day on the plains of Kansas.
Will took Olive’s arm, and they went
inside Mahoney's Mercantile. Mrs. Mahoney greeted them with a big smile and
asked about Will's parents, his brother, and his sister. Will guided Olive to the
window display.
Mrs. Mahoney followed. “Your display
is getting lots of votes, Will," she told them. "Of course, we don't
have many farmers participating because of the war. I imagine you may win the
prize this year!"
Will asked what the prize was, and she
told them the choices between a set of new tires or a horse harness.
"Tires for my Oakland would be
swell!" He reached into the crock of drying sunflowers and drew out an
extra-large one. Handing it to Olive, he introduced her to Mrs. Mahoney.
Leaving the store, they made their way
to the automobile, and Will drove to the lake south of town. Strolling down a worn
path, Will led Olive to the edge of the water. They sat on a giant boulder and
watched the sunlight dance on the water’s surface, creating a shimmering effect
that reminded Olive of millions of tiny diamonds.
The sun's rays pierced the clear
water, illuminating the aquatic world below. Fish and minnows lazily swam in
their habitat, unaware of humans. Gentle ripples moved across the lake,
reflecting the trees and lush greenery surrounding it.
Will eyed Olive as she silently
watched the view before her. The tall and lithe woman beside him caused his
heart to flutter, and a smile played about his mouth. "We should have
brought a soda with us.”
Olive nodded, then took a breath. She
decided the moment had arrived to talk to him. Will, can I be honest and tell
you something? I have a secret…"
"A secret?” His brows rose and he
smiled, “Yes, of course. I like secrets."
Taking another breath, she fought the
urge to cry as she started her story at the beginning when Henry Winters began
to court her. At times, tears did fall as she talked about what Henry did to
their marriage and how hard it was to go back home to her parents.
"I didn't have a choice, Will. I
was going to have a baby, and Henry was gone for weeks at a time. We were
getting evicted. I had to make a decision."
Will listened and did not interrupt.
She went on. "Henry wasn't ready
to be a father. So, I was stuck with a baby and needed an income, but jobs for
women were scarce in the hills and hollows. When Lizzie went to Joplin to marry
William Madison—" she paused. "You met Lizzie at Claretta's shop in
Eureka Springs. Do you remember?"
Will scrunched his eyes, saying,
"A distant memory of her." A grin moved his mouth as he said,
"My eyes were on you."
Olive chuckled, rolled her brown eyes,
and continued. "So, I followed Lizzie to Joplin. Right away, I got a job
working at the Conner Hotel. Seven stories high and filled with marble and
crystal. Wow, that place was magnificent! I worked with a girl named Charlotte.
Charlotte left the Conner and went to the Golden Maiden. She wanted me to leave
the Conner, and I did. That's where I experienced working in the restaurant,
and I did very well. I planned to get an apartment and eventually bring Peter
to live with me."
Will handed her a handkerchief from
his pocket.
She sniffed and continued. "But
my hopes were dashed when Pete got sick. Mama tried all of her concoctions, but
nothing made him well. She was forced to have the doctor look at him. And the
bill the doctor presented to them was outstanding. I couldn't pay for it.
Lizzie and William tried to help me get a bank loan, but that fell through. I
was desperate."
She stopped to gather her thoughts and
choked back the pain and hurt of what came next. She hurried on before she lost
her courage. "The Golden Maiden drew in all kinds of customers. As I
walked home, I was accosted outside the Maiden one night in the alley. Lloyd
saved me."
"Lloyd, the man from the
kidnapping?" Will's eyebrows rose, his eyes darkening.
Olive nodded. "Yes. That's why I
said what I said to him about saving me again. Anyway, Jimmy Maston came to the
Maiden and had supper one evening. He left me a big tip and wanted to see me. I
refused him time and again. But Pete's doctor's bill hung over my head. Maston
had money, and he flaunted it. Charlotte and Maston are cousins." Then Olive
drew the courage she need to admit, "I married him for the money. To me,
money meant security and stability. But as the months went by, I discovered his
secret."
She placed the handkerchief over her
mouth, breathing hard and fast. Her chest feeling like a rock lay on it.
Will took her arm and turned her
toward him. "Don't say anymore. It's upsetting you."
She shook her head, "I have to
say it. Then you can decide what you want to do."
Will blew out a breath and raised his brows.
"I discovered the Maston family's
enterprises." She told him the story of their bootlegging operation. She explained
about Tanner being acquitted of killing Dan Winters and that Tanner was
involved with the Mastons.
“When I saw Maston's operation in
Joplin, I went home to pack my clothes. I planned to leave him, but I walked in
while some of Jimmy’s business acquaintances were having a booze party, and
Tanner was there in the middle of it and he threatened me. Jimmy begged me to
join the family operation, but I said no. He gave me a wad of money and told me
to get a divorce."
Will pulled her into him.
"I'm getting your shirt
wet," she cried. He said nothing, just held her close, breathing on her
hair.
She mopped the tears off her face and pressed
into him as they sat on the boulder.
"Is that why you didn't attend Ed
and Anna's wedding?" Will's voice was husky, shaky.
"Yes, but also I was
working."
Minutes later, Olive pulled away from
Will and sat up straight. Blowing her nose, she smiled a little smile. "I
know you know Tanner kidnapped me. But thank the good Lord that he's out of my
life and my family's. And I want you to know my story because I feel ruined. You
don't need a divorced woman with a child in your life. You're such a good,
decent, strong man. You deserve better. When I left Joplin, I was determined to
never to get married again."
Will's face held a tender look. It was
his turn to talk.
"I've never been married, so I
don't know what it's like to go through a divorce and the pain that it causes.
And I'm not a woman, so I can’t feel what you are feeling right now. But the
Lord gave both men and women the same feelings. So, my heart aches to know that
you've had these things happen to you. I have a secret, too.”
Olive’s face showed the surprise that
inched into her chest.
“My secret is that I've never courted
a woman. Oh, sure, I've gone to all kinds of church suppers, school events, and
family get-togethers with ladies. But we were not a couple. When I saw you in
Mrs. Hammontree's shop that day, it was like heaven opened up, and you were an
angel sent just for me."
Will's voice was calm, his gaze
steady.
Olive gasped as a warm glow spread
through her. Should she let her emotions take over? Will was bearing his soul.
She pressed her lips together to keep her feelings in check.
"I wanted to see you again, but
when you didn’t show up to the wedding, I waited to hear from you. And
when I didn't, I kept checking with Lydia and Ansel. I knew where you were at
all times. They told me nothing personal, just let me know you were okay. Olive,
when I found out you were coming to Kansas, I was the happiest man in this
town! I believe things happen for a reason. And I believe you and I are meant
to have a future together and get married. You're too young to live your life
without a partner to see you through the good and the bad times in life. When
you mentioned buying a house, I said what I said because if it works out, my
plan is for us to marry, sell my house, and buy one together."
Will gazed into Olive’s face as if to
read her thoughts. "I wasn't trying to interfere and tell you what to do!
Please don't feel obligated to answer me right now. But I love you and I hope
you'll say those words to me someday."
Silence sat between them as they
digested each other's stories.
Suddenly, Will added, "I told you
once I don't like taking chances. But this chance of having a future with you…
I'm taking it!"
Olive swallowed the nervousness
swirling in her belly. "Will, I do care about you…a lot…"
He will let out a whoosh of breath,
excitement gathering in his facial expression. "At least you're not
telling me to get lost!"
"No, never," she exclaimed,
her eyes brightening with acceptance and respect. His words melted over her
like sweet honey on a warm, buttered biscuit.
"I have one more thing to say
about you marrying again…"
"What's that?"
"Third time's the charm!"
A smile gathered on her lips at his merriment. Will was different than the other men she knew. She liked the positive outlook he displayed.
Maybe the third time really was the charm.
***
Olvie and Will spent the following two
days together. While she worked at the soda fountain, he spent time with his
parents, who recuperated from the influenza. Each afternoon, he waited for Olive
to get off work.
Despite the late fall weather, they
enjoyed the lake, their favorite place. There, they took long walks and had
long talks. Will talked about his love of baseball. He played for the Lakefield
town team every year. His passion was to be outdoors with his fellow players,
winning and sometimes losing, all in the name of fun and exercise.
The influenza plague became an
epidemic. Businesses shut down for fear of spreading the virus. Everyone
protected themselves with face masks, and the public water fountains were shut
down.
The Adams Hotel stayed open. Edgar
took extra precautions to sanitize and clean every hour, which meant doing the
laundry every four hours and sanitizing the soda fountain tables, counter, and
hotel rooms.
The last evening before Will's return
to the naval base in Virginia, he made supper at his house. A beef roast with
potatoes and onions simmered in the oven, string beans with butter cooked in a
pot on the stove, and Anna made fresh rolls that afternoon.
"My sister made the rolls,"
Will informed Olive when she placed the golden bread on her plate.
"They're fluffier than a cloud
and delicious!" Olive admired good cooking.
"How do you like Kansas so
far?"
Olive dipped her head. "The wind
blows a lot out here."
"The wind blows in Missouri,
too…" Will didn't laugh but kept a straight face as he bit into a roasted potato.
"Yes, and I don't like it one bit, because it messes with my hair. But out here on the plains, it seems to chug through town like a freight train speeding to Colorado." She laughed.
Sometimes at night, the howling of
the gale-force winds rattled the window casings.
"I never knew land could be so
flat! The hills and hollows where I'm from are different."
"You do know that we have bad
storms here, just like Missouri?" Will looked at her with a serious
expression. "Three years ago, a bad one moved through town, blowing down
several buildings, and rain came down in buckets and flooded us. If a storm rolls
in and you have time, Mother has a storm cave in her backyard. You'll be safe
there!"
"I've been through plenty of
storms in my life. You'll be happy to know I'm not afraid of them. Just need to
keep a level head, watch the sky, and have a plan. The night storms are much
scarier."
"That's good to know. See, you're
adapting very well here."
Unexpectedly, the peal of church bells
clanged in the evening air all over Lakefield. The clatter continued on and on,
alarming Olive. Looking at Will, questions were written all over her face.
Will listened to the bells for a
moment. "Perhaps the mayor passed away? Usually, the
churches ring their bells for important events. On Christmas day they ring loud
and clear." He listened a minute more, then continued talking to Olive.
"I finalized the plans to buy the chili parlor after the war. I have a
proposition for you: come to work for me."
Surprise lit her face. "Oh!" Her smile faded. "I don't know…what about Edgar?"
"I'm sure he doesn't want to lose
such a good soda jerk. But, it's something to think about while I'm gone.
Christmas is coming. What are you asking Santa Claus for?" Will's blue
eyes sparkled with mischief.
"There's nothing I need,"
she said, then breathed. "Actually, there is. I'm going home for a few
days to see the folks and Pete. He's excited that I'm going to see him. I bet
he's almost as big as me now."
"I wish I were going with you and
I wish you a safe trip. and enjoy your family. Family is important. Mom and
Charlie are doing well now. As you know, it was touch-and-go with Mom, but
she's tough. Now, if everyone else doesn't get the flu, especially the little
ones!"
"When will you be home
again?"
"I'm not sure. But write to me. I
can't promise I'll write much to you, but I will when I can."
Pounding on the door brought Will out
of his seat, and he hastened to open it. The bells pealed louder. Ed stood in
the cold, a cap on his head and a heavy coat about his shoulders. A grin the
size of Kansas covered his mouth, and he bellowed, "Brother! Have you
heard the news?"
The stunned expression on Will's face
told him that he had not.
"The war's over! They signed a
peace treaty!" Ed held the Lakefield newspaper in front of Will's face.
Will's mouth gaped open as his eyes
skimmed the news on the front page. Germany signed an armistice with the
Allies, signaling the war's end. His eyebrows shot upward, and he grabbed his
brother and swung him around the living room. "Glorious day!"
"It's official, and you won't
have to go over there!" Ed looked at Olive and shouted, "Isn't this
great news?"
He strode to her, whirling her around
the room. "There's a street parade planned for tomorrow at noon!"
"I'm leaving tomorrow…"
Will's shoulders slumped.
Ed
let Olive go, his face changing into a frown. "That's right. But you'll be
back home before you know it!" He claimed a big smile again. "I
wanted to hurry to tell you, first, now I'm going to get home and tell Claretta
the good news!" He clapped Will on the shoulder.
"Godspeed, my dear brother."
Will grabbed Ed's arm, "Ed, do me
a big favor?"
"Anything."
"Please watch after Olive."
He threw his hands up. "I know she can care of herself; just be there if
she needs you."
Will looked from his brother to Olive.
"She means the world to me."
Ed's face turned scarlet. "I
will. She means a lot to us, too!"
He disappeared through the door.
As Will and Olive sat at the table to
finish their food, sadness melted over her. Will was leaving again. She pushed it
away and asked, "When will you come home?"
"I'll have to finish my
enlistment. Maybe I can be home for Christmas."
His poker face hid the emotions he
longed to pour out to her. He had never searched for love. Now, at
twenty-seven, he had found it.
In fact, Will was one hundred percent
sure Olive Johnson was the love of his life. There would be no other. He
wouldn't find love again if he couldn't have her.
To Will, Olive was pure love.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Early Tuesday morning, Will caught the
train carrying him back to the naval base in Virginia. That night, before Will
layed his head on his pillow, he prayed. He prayed and strived to seek God's
guidance and wisdom in everything he did.
Tonight, he had a special request to
talk to the Lord about. He was ready to settle down, marry, and raise a family.
All his friends were married with families of their own. Will was a successful farmer,
and he was serving as a sailor in the United States Navy. Now that the war was
over, he would eventually return home to Kansas and carry on with his life. His
homeland's rolling plains and vast skies called to him like a soothing hymn.
None of the single ladies in Lakefield
had ever sparked a fire in his soul, encouraging him to settle down. He was
content to work, help family and friends, and enjoy his days as a single man.
But Olive, with her deer-brown eyes and molasses-colored hair, changed all of
that.
From that first meeting in Arkansas at
Claretta's mother's sewing shop, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That had
been a couple of years ago, yet he remembered the depth of her eyes and her
scent—like spring flowers in a wildflower garden. Olive provoked happiness,
contentment, and a deep-abiding love within him.
Will prayed and told God his thoughts.
He wanted to know God's feelings about his plans to marry Olive. It didn't
bother Will to know that she had been divorced twice and had a son from her
first marriage. He liked children and wanted a family. He would instantly have
that if they married—and maybe have his own children someday.
When Olive landed in his hometown,
Will thought it was indeed the workings of the Lord. God's plans were not
always the plans laid by men. But how unusual was it that Olive showed up in
Kansas? Sure, Lydia and Ansel lived here. Still, Will couldn't help but think
it was a God thing.
Will's thoughts zipped through his
head as he lay awake pondering. He had no qualms about Olive. She was a fine
woman, hardworking, and shared his interests. He envisioned their future,
living life together as husband and wife. That was the happiest thought he had
had in a long time.
Waiting a few minutes, Will stilled his mind, listening for any possible answers. When the warm comfort spread over him, like a toasty blanket on a frosty night, he took it as a sign that he was on the right track. With that in mind, Will made his decision. He would purchase a ring, and at the right moment and time, he'd ask his best girl to marry him.
The warm comfort bloomed in his heart until it threatened to burst, then settled in his gut. It was right. It was sacred. It was time.
***
That afternoon, Lakefield held a small
parade. The city school was dismissed for the day. Students, their parents,
businessmen, and the whole town lined the street to watch the spectacular
festivities. Wagons, teams, and drivers were decorated in patriotic colors. The
town band played rousing national songs. Men gave speeches at the gazebo on the
lawn of the post office.
Alone in her room that night, Olive’s
nerves were tangled in knots as she prayed about the situation. Doubt finagled
its way into her thoughts. She couldn't trust a man again. Her sigh seemed to
shake the ceiling as nausea rose in her belly, twisting and churning like a
tempest. The memory of pain from the lies, manipulation, threats, and deception
that brought weariness settled over her like a suffocating blanket. She
couldn't put herself through that pain again.
Dear God, was Will the one who would
show her genuine love and a way of life that included two people working
together and carving out a happy, productive marriage? Could that exist? Her
hand fluttered to her lips, her fingertips trembling as she thought of true
love. She knew that God didn't want her to go through hell again with a man.
God's plan included goodness, mercy, light, hope, faith, and love. Her plans to
never marry again were dry, dull, and safe from disaster and men's deception. But
were those God’s plans, also?
Olive’s lips twitched, and she dared
to smile briefly, a fleeting warmth spreading through her chest. Oh, how she
wanted to find that true blue, real love. Mama and Pa's love came to mind. They
had many hardships, yet they worked them out and carved out many years of
marriage together.
She thought of William and Lizzie. For
the first time, she understood William's reason for marrying again. Love was
stolen from him when Lizzie died, and William was so young. He desired love
again, and Olive prayed he found that love in Amy.
Most of Will's friends were married.
She knew Will had no lady friends; he was still a bachelor, and at
twenty-seven, people watched him with questioning and curious eyes. His family
made subtle comments about settling down. Will was taking his time, not jumping
into a relationship. But now he was ready to jump into one with her. And to
make matters worse, all of his family agreed.
Olive’s belly bunched into a tight
spasm, her muscles knotting. Was she ready for a relationship with Will? More
than hurting herself, she never wanted to hurt him. That would not do! She
didn't want to hurt or lead anyone on with false overtures. She was not the
type of woman to use men and abuse them, even though she had been treated that
way.
All of a sudden, warmth spread through
her. God answered in that still, quiet voice, giving her a realization she
couldn't deny. It wasn't her fault her marriages ended. It was Henry and
Jimmy's fault. She did nothing wrong but was forced to clean up after them.
The answer filled her heart with faith
and hope. Her whispered prayers were answered. Will bore no resemblance to
Henry's and Jimmy's shenanigans.
Should she give Will a chance? Should
she give herself a chance? Henry deceived her. Jimmy disillusioned her. With Will, what would she be? Loved? Cherished? Partners for
life?
The word 'destiny' came to her. Why
couldn't they just take time to get to know one another? Live life and enjoy
each new day? She believed that God gave her those thoughts.
She didn't want to rush into the
relationship and regret it later. She also had Pete to think about.
Will's words filled her thoughts.
"Third time's the charm."
She was unlucky in love, and Will was
looking for love.
She once heard someone say that the path to true love bore hardships. Were their paths leading to the promise of true love?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Olive went home for Thanksgiving at
the end of November, her heart full of gratitude for being with her family.
This Thanksgiving was unlike any other, not only for her but for the entire
nation. The war had ended, and soldiers would return to their loved ones in the
coming months. While she missed the company of her Kansas friends, nothing
compared to the warmth of family. The time spent with them was more precious
than bars of solid gold.
Pa and Peter greeted her at the small
train station in Wheatland. Peter, now eight, dashed toward her with the
boundless energy of a young colt, his face aglow with joy. Olive knelt and
hugged her son, holding him tightly as if she could protect him from all the
world's sorrows. The scent of pine and earth clung to his clothes, and she
breathed it in, savoring the simple comfort of home.
Pa smiled from beneath the brim of his
worn hat, his eyes crinkling with the unspoken love only a father can convey.
They journeyed back into the hollow by
wagon, the wheels creaking over the rough, rocky roads wound through the hills
of the Southwest Missouri Ozarks. An automobile would have been no match for
these rugged paths.
The chill of late autumn hung in the
air, but the landscape was ablaze with the fiery colors of the season. The last
of the reds, oranges, and golds painted the hillsides, a final, glorious
display before winter's grip took hold.
Olive leaned back and let the crisp
air fill her lungs, the scent of damp leaves and wood smoke mingling with the
memory of home.
That evening, the family gathered
around the supper table in the cozy kitchen-dining room, its walls bearing
witness to years of laughter, tears, and prayers. The table hosted a feast of
roasted pork shoulder, sauerkraut from summer cabbages, buttery mashed
potatoes, sweet potatoes, and golden corn pudding.
The aroma wrapped around Olive,
drawing her back to her childhood days. In the center of the table, a simple
vase held a bouquet of dried flowers, faded yet beautiful, a reminder of her
mother's love for the garden.
Peter chattered excitedly about
school, baseball, and his loyal blue heeler, Rowdy, whose ears perked up at the mention of his name. Tall and lanky, Peter wore a long-sleeved blue shirt under
denim overalls, the fabric showing signs of rough-and-tumble play.
His dark hair and bright blue eyes mirrored his father's, though there was a gentleness in his gaze that
was all Olive's. As Peter spoke, she noticed the even, straight teeth revealed
when he smiled. She marveled at how much he had grown, his once-babyish
features now giving way to the sharp lines of boyhood.
"Mama, when can I go with
you?" Peter asked, his eyes wide and earnest as he shoveled another
spoonful of corn pudding into his mouth.
Olive’s heart skipped a beat. She
dreaded this conversation but knew it was time. Would her parents approve? She
glanced at them, whose faces tightened in silent concern. She read their
thoughts as clearly as if they'd spoken aloud. But she was determined to convince
them that her life in Kansas was solid and fulfilling—it wasn't Joplin.
She sent a silent prayer upward,
asking for God's guidance.
"Pete…” Olive began, forcing a
smile. "Maybe after school is out for the term, or next summer. I've got
some good news to share with all of you."
She paused, her hand trembling
slightly as she lifted it, hoping to stave off the inevitable objections.
"But please, hear me out before you say anything."
"We're listening," Bud said,
his voice steady but tinged with apprehension.
Olive launched into the story of her
job at the Adams Hotel, how Lydia and Ansel had become her steadfast friends,
and how Ansel's work in the oil fields kept him close to home. She recounted
the terrifying encounter with Joe Tanner and how Lloyd had come to her aid.
"Tanner had it coming after all
he's done," Bud said, his voice gruff. "We were sure scared when he
threatened you. His father died with a broken heart, not understanding why his
boy turned out the way he did. At least the old man didn't live to see Joe go
to prison."
Olive nodded, the weight of those
memories pressing on her chest. But she took a deep breath and gathered her
strength for what came next.
"There's more," she said
softly, her voice trembling. "I've met someone—Will Brier." She hurriedly
spoke of the Brier family's farming operations, their roots in Germany, and
Will's steadfast character. Her eyes moved from Pete to her mother, then to her
father, gauging their reactions. She could see the worry in their eyes, yet a
glimmer of hope.
When she finished, she admitted, "I
know I don't have the best record with marriages. But I believe Will's a good
man. He's respected; someone the community turns to in times of need. Now that
the war is over, he'll finish his time in the Navy and return home. I believe
God put me in his path for a reason, and I feel that in time, he might prove to
be someone to spend the rest of my life with."
Peter scrunched his face, puzzling
over her words. "Will he be my dad?" he asked, his voice small and
unsure.
Olive’s heart ached as she answered,
"Henry is your father, Pete. But Will can be the dad you need. He'll be
there for you every day, teaching you things and being someone you can count
on."
Bud and Nancy exchanged glances, their
faces softening as they nodded in unison.
"I never see Henry!" Peter's
voice rose, tinged with frustration. "He doesn't come here, and after
Grandpa Winters died, I don't see Grandma Winters either. She lives with her
kids now."
Olive felt a pang of guilt as Peter
used his father's first name, a sign of the distance that had grown between
them.
Nancy quickly explained,
"Christina takes turns living with all the kids. They help her. She's at
Tom's right now."
Olive’s heart ached for Peter, knowing
how deeply Henry's indifference hurt him. "I'm sorry your father isn't
around. If I could change that, I would."
Peter looked down, his voice barely
above a whisper. "I don't think he loves me."
Sensing Peter's sadness, Rowdy rested
a paw on Peter's leg, offering comfort. Peter stroked the dog's soft fur, his
small hand trembling slightly.
"Henry loves you in his own
way," Olive said gently, struggling to find the right words. "He just
doesn't show it like other people do. But cheer up, Pete. Will can teach you to
throw a baseball as fast as the wind! He's great at all the positions, but
pitching is his favorite."
Peter's blue eyes lit up; his earlier
sadness forgotten. "I'm ready! Batter up!" he exclaimed, his grin
wide and bright.
Later that night, after Peter had gone
to bed, Olive and her parents discussed Will Brier. They agreed that he sounded
like a strong, trustworthy man—a good match for their daughter and a potential
father figure for their grandson.
With their blessing, Olive fell asleep
with a heart full of gratitude, her prayers that night brimming with
thankfulness for all God had provided. This Thanksgiving, she truly gave thanks
for where she had been and where she was today.
Olive packed her day bag the day after
Thanksgiving, her mind already on the journey back to Kansas. As she waited on
the porch for Bud to bring the wagon around, she made plans to return for
Christmas, weather permitting. Saying goodbye to her mother was the hardest
part. She saw the subtle signs of declining health but knew her mother's deep
knowledge of herbs and home remedies would see her through. Pa, too, would be
there, his love and care as steadfast as ever.
A lump formed in her throat when she
hugged Peter goodbye and kissed his warm, tanned cheek. She turned to her
father, pulled the knife from her coat pocket, and handed it to him.
"I don't think I'll need this
anymore, Pa. It's come in handy more than once, though."
Bud eyed her, his white-haired chin
bobbing as he chewed on his pipe stem. His old hat cast a shadow over his eyes.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
As she crossed the wooden platform
toward the train, she looked around at all the trees surrounding the place, a
bittersweet reminder of the past she was leaving behind. The depot was nearly
deserted; it's quite a stark contrast to the emotions churning within her.
As the train pulled away, she watched Wheatland
fade into the distance. The trip had been everything she needed, filled with
hope and the certainty that God was guiding her toward a brighter future.
With just ten days until Christmas,
Lakefield buzzed with the season's excitement. The town was alive with activity
as shoppers hurried along the streets. Storefronts were adorned with festive
garlands, evergreen wreaths, and bright red bows while American flags fluttered
proudly beside them. Colored lights glowed around window frames and Christmas
trees.
The winter chill nipped at the air,
though the snow had yet to arrive. Instead, a biting wind whipped through the
streets, sending shivers through the townsfolk and threatening to undo the
delicate decorations that clung to lampposts and windows.
At the intersection of Main Street and
Kansas Avenue, the town's community Christmas tree stood tall, the twinkling
lights reflecting off ornaments of every hue. The tree would soon serve as the
centerpiece for the old-fashioned Christmas program scheduled for Christmas
Eve, a tradition eagerly awaited by all.
Nearby, the local newspaper boy, Billy,
called out headlines, his breath visible in the frosty air as he promoted the
latest sales on everything from farming equipment to the finest seasonal fruit
and candy.
Olive and her girlfriends were
shopping in the late afternoon. Anna's eyes sparkled as she pointed out a sign
in the window:
"Look, girls! Free boxes of candy
with every toy purchase! And the boxes come with a ribbon to hang on the
Christmas tree. Let's go inside!"
The women followed Anna through the
wooden doors of Mahoney's Mercantile, the jingle of the bell announcing their
arrival. The warmth of the store was a welcome relief from the biting cold.
Scents of cinnamon and pine wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet
aroma of fresh-baked treats from the bakery aisle.
Olive, bundled tightly in her wool
coat and scarf snug around her neck, fought off a nagging cough as they entered
the shop. The cold air had done little to improve her condition, but she was
determined to find gifts for her loved ones.
A grand evergreen tree adorned with
ornaments stood in the center of the room, surrounded by toys of every kind.
Rocking horses, doll carriages, wagons, and more were placed just so. The shelves
were lined with games, dishes, tool chests, and balls, each toy promoting the
joy of Christmas morning.
Anna quickly found a delicate doll and a carriage for Doris and a baseball and kid-sized glove for Herman. "Uncle
Will can help him practice pitching this spring," she mused.
Claretta bought the red wagon and the
rocking horse for her boys.
With her keen eye for detail, Lydia
selected a hammered brass card tray for Ansel, along with other thoughtful
gifts for her family and friends. "We plan to make a trip to Joplin to see
Mama, William, and Amy sometime soon. You're welcome to go with us, Olive."
Meanwhile, Olive picked up a baseball
and a leather glove for Peter. She smiled softly as she chose a Parker Lucky
Curve fountain pen for Will, the box adorned with a festive holly design.
"Will always needs a good pen for
his farm work," she said, turning to Lydia. “And look at those pearl opera
glasses! Aren't they lovely?"
"If we still lived in Joplin, I'd
buy us both a pair!" Lydia replied with a wistful smile.
As they made their way to the front of
the store, Olive paused to admire the sparkling jewelry displayed in the glass
case. Rings, bangle bracelets, watches, and brooches glittered, each piece more
alluring than the last. A gold watch chain caught her eye, its intricate design
gleaming as if winking at her.
Without hesitation, she asked the
clerk to retrieve it.
"Will needs a new chain for his
watch." She also found a floral silk umbrella for herself and her mother.
For Pa, she saw a silver-trimmed pocket comb. It was time he had something
fancy.
With their arms laden with treasures,
the women stopped to fill brown paper sacks with a selection of locally grown
apples, pecans, and English walnuts. They even claimed the last of the
oranges—a rare treat this time of year.
Mrs. Mahoney smiled as she rang up
their purchases. "You're lucky to find those oranges. They came in just
this morning, and they've been going fast. "
She added the free boxes of candy to
their bags.
"They'll make lovely treats in
the children's stockings," Claretta replied, her blue eyes gleaming with
anticipation.
But as the day wore on, Olive’s strength
waned. Her throat ached, and her swallowing became painful.
When
they returned home, a red strawberry-colored rash had begun to spread across
her neck and arms. Supper was simple, but Olive barely touched the chicken
Lydia had prepared.
"I'm not feeling well," she
admitted, her voice thick with fatigue. "I'm going to bed early.
Lydia's eyes widened in concern as she
noticed the rash. "Olive…your neck is red. Oh, dear, you look feverish.
Lie down—I'll call the doctor.”
"No, wait, Lydia," Elanor protested weakly. "Let's see how I feel in the morning."
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
During the night, Olive’s condition
worsened. Sweat soaked her pillow as chills wracked her body, and a relentless
headache throbbed at the nape of her neck. By morning, it was clear that she
needed medical attention.
Lydia hurried her to the hospital,
where Doctor Baker took one look at her symptoms and feared the worst—Spanish
Influenza. But the telltale rash and her strawberry-colored tongue pointed to
another diagnosis: scarlet fever.
Alcohol, bandages, a water pitcher,
and a glass were on a tray beside the bed.
A nurse dressed in white with a white
cap upon her curly hair pulled back the white privacy curtain as Doctor Baker
appeared. The doctor held a clipboard and pen in his hand, and a stethoscope
hung around his neck.
"We'll need to keep you here until you're
no longer contagious," he told Olive. Looking at Lydia, he advised her to
leave and tell everyone Olive wasn't allowed visitors for the time being. He
also gave Lydia instructions on sanitizing their home and what symptoms to look
for in case anyone else in the household became ill.
Tears pooled in Olive’s eyes.
"But it's a week until Christmas! And I have to work; Edgar needs
me!"
"I'll write a note to Mr. Adams
about your diagnosis," the doctor replied. "I'm sorry, Olive."
As the reality of her situation sank
in, Olive’s spirits plummeted. Lydia stayed by her side; her voice filled with
sympathy. "I'll bring your robe and slippers. Is there anything else you
need?"
Olive shook her head, her voice
trembling and weak. "Just pray that none of you catch this."
Lydia offered a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry about us. You focus on getting well. I'll take the doctor's
note to Edgar. I'll check on you tomorrow. Goodnight, dear."
Olive was taken to a ward where a room
with twelve other patients lay ill. White curtains separated their cubicles
against pale walls and bright overhead lights. She found it hard to rest as the
other patients coughed, threw up, or moaned a great deal.
As Olive lay in her hospital bed that
night, a winter storm blew in from the west, burying the town in two feet of
snow with high drifts. The icy wind howled through the streets like a highspeed
locomotive, rattling the windows and doors.
Inside the hospital, Olive shivered with
the sickness and the bitter disappointment that weighed heavily on her heart.
Christmas was just seven days away, and Will would arrive in eight. But instead
of celebrating with her loved ones, she was trapped in a hospital bed, far from
the festive cheer that filled the world outside.
The next few days, she became extremely
sick. The doctors had a challenging time getting her high fever under control.
She had no appetite, and nausea plagued her. There was finally some relief on
Christmas Eve, and Olive drank liquids without hurting her throat. Food was
offered, but her appetite was weak, and she ate very little. She couldn't have
visitors, but her friends brought flowers and get-well cards, leaving them with
the nurses.
Doctor Baker made his rounds and came
into her room that afternoon. "It looks like you're almost out of the
woods now, Olive. I'm glad to see you are drinking fluids. Tonight, try to eat a
little more and keep it down. Will you try?"
He checked her throat and blood
pressure and poked around on her neck.
The excellent news soared in her heart, and she asked, "When can I go home?" Tears gathered in her tired eyes, and she didn't care that the doctor saw her relief spill from her. No one liked
being sick, but especially at Christmas time, it took away the joy and
happiness of the sacred season.
"If you feel like this tomorrow,
you may go home in a few days." Doctor Baker eyed her as he wrote on the
chart. "That's not a promise! Drink lots of water to hydrate yourself.
However, I'm having the nurses move you out of this ward and to another room.
You're not contagious, so you may have visitors, and if you feel like it, the
nurse can wheel you to the windows to take in the view. All you'll see is snow
right now."
He chuckled. "I'll check on you
tomorrow."
Olive watched the doctor leave. She
had good news and bad news. At least she could have visitors! She poured the
tepid water from the pitcher into a paper cup and drank through a straw while
she waited for the nurses to enter. Giving thanks for her recovery, she asked
God for patience while her strength returned.
Eventually, a nurse arrived with a
wheeled chair and transported Olive to the ward with recuperating patients.
The same pale walls and tiled floors
met her, but large glass windows afforded a view of the outdoors. There was
only one other patient there.
The sun glinted off the piles of snow
that clung to the walkways, the trees, and the brick hospital building. The
warmth from the sun melted the white stuff, and little rivers of water ran
along the streets.
When the nurse made her bed with
fresh linens, she took Olive to her room and helped her settle. Olive was
cheerfully surprised when the bedside table was filled with flowers and cards
from her friends. She read each card, smelled the bouquets, and felt her
spirits lift.
Christmas Day arrived and brought
warmer weather to the area. Temperatures soared into the upper forties, melting
most of the snow left from the storm. At noon, all the church bells tolled
throughout town, announcing the merriment of Christmas Day.
Olive drank juice, coffee, milk, and water. She kept the chicken broth down and asked if she could have another bowl. She was determined to leave this place, so she stuffed herself as much as she could.
Doctor Baker happily reported that she
would be released the next day. "I'll have Nurse Bixby contact your
friends so they can take you home."
After lunch, Nurse Bixby wheeled Olive
to the front windows. A little brightly lit Christmas tree stood in one corner
of the hallway. She left Olive with an old Cosmopolitan magazine issue
and returned to the nurse's desk. White and gray puffy clouds resembling fish
scales gathered in the sky. When the clouds moved in, the bright sunshine took
a backseat. It looked like there might be more snow on the way.
Olive studied the cover of the
February issue of the magazine. A brown-haired soldier dressed in a khaki
uniform embraced a woman with dark hair and red lips. The couple's faces were
inches apart, their lips almost meeting. His shadowed cheek and her dreamy eyes
told the story of their embrace and spoke of their love.
She imagined the magazine couple were
Will and herself. She remembered when they sat together upon the boulder at the
lake. It was nice to feel the strength of his body next to hers. His warm smile
filled her with a resolve that she was making the right decision.
Perhaps the third time was the charm? She closed her eyes, and the cover picture of the lady and her soldier gave her hope about what might come.
***
A slight tapping on Olive’s shoulder brought her out of her nap. Nurse Bixby smiled. "Let's get you back to bed, young lady. Are you ready?"
Olive opened her eyes and nodded at
the nurse. The Cosmopolitan was clutched to her chest as if she would
never let it out of her sight.
"Yes. I need to freshen up."
The nurse told her that her roommate
had left the hospital that morning. She helped Olive shower and dress in a
fresh gown and robe. Brushing through her dark, long hair, she braided it and
wrapped it in a bun, securing it with a red and green jeweled hair clasp.
"This barrette was my sister's.
She died in the spring from Spanish Influenza. I'd like you to have it. You
remind me of her,” Nurse Bixby said.
Olive choked back her reply for a
moment. Then she told the nurse about losing Lizzie. As they talked, Nurse
Bixby looked toward the door and grinned. She laid her hand on Olive’s shoulder
and said, "You have visitors, dear. I'll let you enjoy your friends."
She quietly left the room as Will,
Anna, Lydia, Ansel, Ed, and Claretta came in.
"Surprise!" The girls cried
out.
"Merry Christmas!" The guys
shouted.
Will stood still, staring at his best
girl, a wrapped gift in his hands.
Olive’s
face lit up like the Christmas tree in the hallway. Covering her mouth with her
long fingers, delight filled her senses. Her friends came to see her! Best of
all, Will was there, dressed in his navy uniform with the buttoned
collar and flowing neckerchief—but no hat.
The magazine cover flashed through her
mind, and her cheeks grew warm.
"I'm home a day early," Will
explained.
Ed and Claretta quickly told her about
their plans for the next day. All were invited to their house to celebrate
Christmas, the best time of the year. They wanted to wait to open gifts and
celebrate until Will and Olive could join them.
After chatting for a few minutes, they
left Will alone with Olive, promising to see them tomorrow after she was
released from the hospital.
Will's smile was brighter than the
snow outside.
"You look beautiful, and I like
your hair. When the folks told me you were in the hospital, I prayed you'd
recover fast. My prayers were answered. God is good."
Olive basked in his compliments. He
was handsome. Her heart skipped a beat as this Christmas surprise seemed
magical. She silently thanked God for good friends and His guidance.
"Thank you, Will. I'm happy to
see you home safe and sound."
"I'll be here tomorrow to take
you home. It seems the kids have a big day planned."
"They're so sweet," she
said, laughing at his use of the word ‘kids’ for his brother and sister.
Remembering the gift, Will handed it
to her. "I thought you might like this…"
She tore the poinsettia paper away to
reveal a box of Hershey's fine assorted chocolates. Her eyes beamed, and her
brow raised. "You know what I like!"
Removing the lid, she chose a
chocolate-covered vanilla mound and nibbled. Rolling her eyes, she savored the
taste of the candy.
Holding the box out to him, she said,
"I'll share."
"You're something, kid!" He
reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box.
Staring at the box, Olive’s heart
pumped over time. "That's not a box of chocolates…"
Will shook his head. "No. You
can't eat what's inside."
She drew a breath, blew it out.
"Oh?" Jitters skittered up her spine. "Will, I want to tell you
something I've decided to do."
"Okay. Tell me."
"I've
thought long and hard about this. Everyone seems to have their opinion, and
they let me know how they felt. I weighed my pros and cons, thinking and
rethinking on the subject."
She
watched his face as she took a deep breath and let her words spill from her
heart.
"I've decided that the Lord did
put us together and brought me here for a purpose. I've weighed everyone's thoughts and carefully considered the consequences. I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. But I also hope to not
make another mistake about a man again. I'd like to have a chance to get to
know one another. Have fun, laugh, run around, travel, enjoy life. When the
right time comes, if it comes…" She swallowed and smiled.
"Go on…" his voice was
smooth and low.
"Let's take our time before we
make commitments to each other."
Will was silent as he let her words
fill the air between them. Then, with a smile, he said, "It just so happens
that I agree with you, dearest. Let's take the time we need and when the
Lord says it's time, we'll know."
Will stood from the chair, went down
on one knee, took her left hand, and said, "I want to give you something
I've never given anyone else…my heart. Olive Johnson, will you marry me?"
The diamond ring glittered in the gold
round setting, catching the fire from the overhead lights. She swore the
diamond winked at her.
"I'm not good at picking
husbands, you know…"
Will stood, grinning at her.
"Then let me pick for you. Marry me."
She nodded as the feeling of forever
formed in her throat.
"Yes!" She nodded.
This time, she knew it was right. This man was right. He would fulfill his promise to her. They had years stretching before them.
With the hope of tomorrow, she watched him slide the ring on her
left finger and seal their pledge with a warm kiss.
