ROMANCE: Mail Order Bride: A Sheriff's Bride (A Clean Christian Inspirational Historical Western Romance) (New Adult Short Stories)

by Nathan Adams

  CHAPTER 2

  The train stopped suddenly. The motion made her hit the glass, a rude awakening from her drowsy state. Looking out the window, she noticed yet another little town, not unlike the one she was trying to escape. The train platform was bustling with life: Some people were welcoming loved ones, and others were seeing them off with kisses, hugs and tears. She hoped that no one would knock on the door separating her from the rest of train. She enjoyed the solitude and wasn’t in the mood to talk, especially not with strangers.

  To her utter disappointment, there was a knock on the glass door. “Yoo-hoo!” A female voice sounded itself. It belonged to a hefty little lady who was barely able to squeeze through the door. She was dressed in several layers, despite the fact that it was 100 degrees outside.

  “I beg your pardon, little lady,” she said, looking at Lily, “but I was wonderin’ if I could sit myself down here with you?” Before Lily even had the time to reply, the lady continued. “You see, it’s crowded everywhere, and I’d rather not sit with me. You understand, right?” she asked for understanding. Lily couldn’t refuse her. It wouldn’t be polite, and if she was left with something, it was her kindness and generosity.

  “Oh, by all means, please, take a seat.” Lily smiled. The lady did seem nice, and who knows, maybe it would be nice to get her mind off of her troubles for a while and listen to someone else talk, which was clearly what this lady liked to do.

  “Oh, bless your little heart!” The lady started shifting in the narrow space that was way too small for her heavy build. However, after some skillful maneuvering, she placed her suitcase on the top shelf and squeezed herself into a seat. It didn’t bother her one bit that she looked like an overbaked muffin.

  “I do wish we’d get started already. I haven’t got all day,” she said. “Where’s that whistle?”

  As if replying to her question, the station manager sounded the whistle, and the train started rolling down the tracks again.

  “Now that’s more like it!” The lady giggled. “Oh, but where are my manners?” She looked at Lily. “I’m Gertrude Echols, but everyone just calls me Gertie.” She offered Lily her hand.

  “Lily. Lily Wonderly,” Lily replied and accepted the offered hand of introduction.

  “My, what a lovely name!” Gertie giggled. “Mine is kinda old fashioned,” she winked. Lily liked this little lady and her quirks. At least the train ride wouldn’t be dull anymore. She wouldn’t have to fill up the time reminding herself of the hardships she had been through and anticipating the ones yet to come.

  “Where are you traveling to, child?” Gertie asked.

  “Oh, well.” Lily was caught off guard. She wasn’t expecting such a straightforward question, especially because she didn’t know the answer. “Well, I’m not really sure.”

  “Oh?” Gertie seemed intrigued. “One doesn’t see that very often, a sweet young lady such as yourself, not knowing where she’s headed off to.”

  “Well, I do know where I want to go. I’m just not sure where that place is yet.” To Lily, this seemed like a perfectly plausible answer. She hoped it would be the same for Gertie.

  “I see,” Gertie said. “Sometimes it’s better not knowing. After all, the Lord Almighty knows, and that’s enough for me.” She smiled, and Lily returned the gesture. She wanted to ask Gertie some questions, too, but opted against it, not wanting to appear nosy. Gertie, on the other hand, had no such concerns.

  “Are you traveling to see someone? Or back to your family, dear?”

  “No, my family is back home. I’m trying to find a new home, for me and … ” She instinctively caressed her belly.

  “Oh, don’t tell me your with child!” Gertie clapped her hands together. “Why, that’s wonderful! That is the sweetest job a woman can have!” She seemed genuinely happy for Lily. However, when she saw the look on Lily’s face, she knew that all was not well. Or at least things weren’t as she initially thought. “Oh, I see.”

  Although it was true that Gertie was a little loosey-goosey—just one of the reasons all of her friends and family loved her—but Gertie also knew when she needed to switch to a more serious persona, and she immediately recognized that this situation required that kind of a tone.

  “Sometimes the Good Lord puts us on a path that might not seem all that reasonable to us. We don’t know why we’re there or what we’ve done to deserve this kind of suffering. But, rest assured, He never gives us a cross that he’s not sure we can carry. Trust in him, my child. He knows what He is doing, even if we don’t understand why or how.”

  Her wise words made Lily think. It must be true. Why otherwise would she be torn away from the one person she loved? Why else would she be in this situation if not to prove that she is worthy of being happy, being loved, being cherished once again?

  All of a sudden, she felt more than just sympathy toward this sweet woman. She liked her more and more, and she wished this train ride would never end. Once Gertie left her, she would be all alone again, and there would be no one to offer such wonderful words of comfort to soothe her soul.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Echols.” Lily approached Gertie and took her by the hands. “Thank you. You’ve been kinder to me than anyone in the past couple of weeks. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.” She was on the verge of tears.

  “Hush now, child.” Gertie squeezed Lily’s hand. “It’ll all be all right. I’m sure of it. You know, I was just like you, feeling lost, like He had forgotten all about me, like He had decided to punish me for something wrong I had done.”

  Lily looked at her. What could this sweet old woman have been punished for?

  Gertie continued. “I lost my baby girl a long time ago. Must be over 15 years ago now. She was only 18 when she fell ill with yellow fever. We called for a doctor, but I knew. No one needed to tell me. I knew it. I felt it in my bones, you know? A mother always knows. The doctor did his best. God bless him, he really did. But there was no cure. All we could do was make her last days a little less painful, a little more comfortable. That’s all.” Gertie’s voice died down. Lily was horrified. She couldn’t possibly imagine what it would feel like to lose a child. Again, she placed her palm on her belly, as if trying to make her baby forget this frightening story.

  “So you see, child,” Gertie continued, “we all have our crosses to bear. I still feel mine like a ton of bricks every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed. I still cry for my baby, but I know that was His will, and His will be done. My wishes, my pain doesn’t matter. And I’m happy that I got to hold my baby, that I got to love her and care for her during those wonderful 18 years of her life, the best 18 years of mine.” Gertie wiped a little tear in the corner of her eye.

  “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Echols. I had no idea. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Lily felt guilty.

  “Oh, child! How could it be your fault?” Gertie caressed Lily’s cheek. “I choose to talk about her, despite the pain, despite the discomfort that it might bring to others, because I loved her more than anything, and this is how I go on: by remembering her.”

  Lily understood. This was how Harman would want to be remembered. Not with tears of sadness that he was dead and gone but with tears of joy that he made her so happy during that short time they were together.

  Little by little, Lily opened up and revealed her life story to Gertie, who listened to Lily’s every word with great intent and focus. Lily felt like a huge load had been lifted off of her shoulders. She felt lighter. She felt happier. It was a wonderful feeling.

  “Let me tell you what, child,” Gertie said suddenly. “Because you don’t know where you’re going anyway, how about you make a pit stop?” Lily looked at her wonderingly. “I live in Preston, a small town way out West. Now it’s not much, but it’s a nice and cozy place. You can stay with me. I’ve got more room than I can take up, so having you there would do me good anyway. Plus, if you’re good at sewing, I can offer you a job. What do you say?” There was a gleam in
Gertie’s eyes.

  Lily couldn’t believe her ears. Had her luck just turned? Was she just offered a glimpse into her new future, a positive one, where she had found someone to help her?

  “I don’t know what to say, Mrs. Echols.” She was speechless.

  “Well, how about you call me Gertie, and you just say yes?” Gertie smiled.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lily shouted, jumping into the arms of this wonderfully warmhearted woman, who might have just saved her life.

  CHAPTER 3

  Lily found herself standing in front of a sweet little house that belonged to Gertie’s late husband.

  “We never wanted a big house, you see. We were happy with the little we had and found both comfort and happiness not in material things but in each other.” Gertie smiled as she unlocked the door to her and Lily’s new home.

  Lily’s heart was dancing with joy. She could just imagine herself settling down here, with this sweet lady helping her in every way she could. Fortunately for both of them, Lily was an excellent seamstress and was hoping to help with Gertie’s business as much as she could. Gertie’s shop wasn’t the only one of its kind in town, but it was the only one that withstood the test of time.

  “Shops come and go,” Gertie told her. “But what the clients want isn’t only a service, whether it’s sewing, selling, fixing. They want to feel like they’re your only and most valuable client. Give them that feeling, and they’ll keep returning to you for all times!” She winked at Lily, who was sure that any client who entered Gertie’s shop was made to feel extra special. After all, that was how she won her over. There was something about her, something warm and loving, and once you got to know Gertie, you wanted to have her around all the time. And Lily was happy to have managed to do so.

  “Welcome to your new home.” Gertie led her inside and showed her to her room. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy here.” She smiled warmly.

  Lily knew she was right. Being the kind of woman who always felt what was it that other people needed, Gertie gave Lily some privacy.

  “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your new home, dear. Feel free to roam the whole place. I promise there aren’t any skeletons in the closet!” She laughed out loud. “At least none that I haven’t taken care of already. They won’t be bugging you.” Lilly smiled.

  When Gertie closed the door, Lily took a deep breath. It all still seemed like a wonderful dream, and she was afraid that the time would come when she would have to wake up and face the music. But, for the time being, she was allowed to enjoy the company of a sweet lady who had taken her in and offered her own home to her. Lily had no idea how she could ever express her gratitude to Gertie, but she knew that Gertie didn’t expect anything in return. She did it because that was who she was. And all Lily could hope for was to be able to find God’s light again, just like Gertie did, despite the hardships she had to endure.

  She sat on the bed. It felt comfortable, almost as comfortable as her bed back home. The room was small but cozy, just like Lily had pictured from Gertie’s description. It was all perfect. She closed her eyes and laid her head on the pillow. It was all just too overwhelming, and before she realized it, she was fast asleep.

  A short time later, a gentle knock on the door woke her. It was Gertie.

  “Sorry to wake you, dear, but it’s dinner time, and you haven’t eaten anything all day. We can’t have that. After all, there’s someone else you need to take care of now.” She smiled kindly. Lily smiled back.

  “I’ll be right down.”

  The stairs carried her through a small hallway and right into the kitchen, which extended into a dining room. The smell of freshly baked potatoes and chicken filled the room, and only then did Lily realize how hungry she really was.

  “Do you need any help?” she asked.

  “No, no, just sit yourself down at the table. I’ll be right there,” Gertie chirped, and after a few minutes, Lilly was looking at the most mouth-watering delicacies she had ever seen.

  “This all looks wonderful, Gertie,” Lily said.

  “Well, I’m having special guests. That calls for a special dinner, doesn’t it?” Gertie smiled.

  The two women enjoyed a lovely evening sharing experiences and stories. What surprised Lily the most was how, after everything that had happened to her, Gertie managed to keep her spirits up.

  “It’s all a matter of faith, Lily,” Gertie said, matter-of-factly. “I trust the Good Lord knows what He is doing, and whatever happens, I am happy to be here, to be alive.”

  The strength and faith of this woman never ceased to amaze Lily, and she was starting to consider herself extremely fortunate and grateful to God for having sent this wonderful woman into her life.

  “Now tomorrow,” Gertie was wiping her mouth carefully with a cotton napkin, “I’ll show you my store, and we’ll see where you fit. I’m sure you’re very skilled, but of course, before I give you any work, I need to see this for myself.” Lily nodded in agreement. “But for now, I think this was a very long day for both of us, and we should get a good night’s rest. You certainly need it more than I do.”

  Lily offered to help clear the table, but Gertie wouldn’t hear of it.

  “You are saved from that, at least for tonight. Starting from tomorrow, you aren’t my guest anymore but an equally important member of this household, and I’ll expect you to do the dishes then. For now, just rest.” Both women laughed. Lily approached Gertie and gave her a big bear hug.

  “Thank you, Gertie. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for the kindness you’ve shown me in dire times.” She was on the verge of tears.

  “You are most welcome, Lily. Now, off you go!” She sent her upstairs and remained by herself in the kitchen to clean up. She felt good. She knew that there was a reason she met Lily. God wouldn’t have crossed their paths for nothing. Gertie smiled and rolled up her sleeves. The amount of dishes she had to do was crazy, but she knew that it was like with all things: The sooner you start, the sooner you’ll finish.

  CHAPTER 4

  Lily woke up with a feeling of awe. She still couldn’t believe her good luck, but she was sure not to question it. She went downstairs to find that Gertie had already made breakfast and was sipping her tea as she read the local newspapers.

  “Draught is a horrible thing,” Gertie said, instead of wishing her good morning. “All those poor people.” She lifted her gaze and smiled at Lily. “But I’m sure better times are coming . Breakfast?” Lily nodded. “There are eggs and bacon, toast, and raspberry jam—homemade if I may say so myself! Tea or coffee, dear?”

  “Coffee, please,” Lily said.

  In a few minutes, the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room. It was the most pleasing fragrance Lily had ever smelled.

  “Eat up now, and then, we’ve got work to do.” Gertie set the food and the coffee in front of Lily and joined her at the table.

  Once they finished breakfast and after they had chitchatted for a while, the women got ready for work. Lily was excited. If someone had told her that she would be working this soon, she would have thought they were crazy.

  Gertie’s shop was in the back of the house and had an entrance of its own. It was close enough, yet you had the privilege of keeping the two parts of the house separate. It was a small shop but obviously taken care of. Gertie invested a lot of her time and effort into making this shop a successful one. Lily admired her spunk more than anything.

  “So here you’ve got all the things you need. The machines are over there, extra needles are here with the threads and the materials I keep in that cupboard in the corner.” Gertie pointed at an old cupboard that was kept closed at all times, except for the purposes of showing different fabrics and materials to potential clients. Lily nodded as she looked around. It was all straightforward and orderly, just the way she liked it herself.

  “Now here’s a bit of fabric. Honestly I don’t know what to do with it, so as a little test of your sewing skills, I’ll
be leaving you for the day to do whatever you want with it. I’ve got some work in town, so I’ll be out most of the day, but do feel free to take whatever you want or need. May I remind you that this is your home now, and no part of it is closed to you.” She smiled generously. “Is there anything else I’m forgetting?”

  “No, Gertie, everything is in order. I truly don’t know how to thank you for everything,” Lily said again.

  “Oh, hush now! I’ll have none of that anymore! Let’s just focus on doing some work. How’s that?”

  Lily nodded and smiled back.

  “Like I said, I’ll be off, but I should return early in the afternoon. Bye-bye, darlin’!” Gertie waved her hand and disappeared behind closed doors.

  Lily was left alone to do her sewing magic. Initially, she wasn’t sure what to make with the fabric she was given. It was too coarse for a blouse. Perhaps a skirt? Yes, that should do just fine, she thought to herself. She gathered all the necessities and set off to work.

  Suddenly, the doorbell rang, which announced the entry of a potential client. Lily panicked. Gertie hadn’t prepared her for dealing with clients, and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to greet them and whether she was allowed to take on any new work on Gertie’s behalf. She had to play this by ear.

  She lifted her gaze and met the beautiful eyes of an incredibly handsome man. He was unshaven, and his wide-brimmed hat covered most of his face, though he removed it upon seeing there was someone at the shop.

  “I do beg your pardon,” he started in a husky voice. “I’m lookin’ for Gertie. Is she here?” He smiled as if smiling was the most natural thing to do.

  “Oh, hello there.” Lily was flustered, and it took her a second to compose herself. It had been a while since she spokem to such a good-looking man. She wished she was dressed more nicely, but it was too late to change anything now. “I’m afraid you just missed her.”

  “Oh? She left you alone in the shop? Now that doesn’t sound like the Gertie I know.”