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She Yearned to Find a Home for Her HeartThe tragic Acadian saga recounted in The Meeting Place, when the British drove the French from Nova Scotia, has followed two families over a score of years to the birth pangs of a new nation. The Song of Acadia has been one full of pathos but also of hope. Faith in God and family eventually have brought the Henri Robichauds to Louisiana, and finally, to a life of tranquility among the bayous. Back in Nova Scotia, the Andrew Harrows have been beacons of light among the British and the French communities.But the American Revolution has created turmoil on two continents, dividing nations, people, and, sometimes, even families. Anne in England and Nicole in the New World have little hope of seeing one another again in the foreseeable future.Then a letter finds its way to both sisters with news that send them on a frantic and harrowing journey to...The Beloved Land.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 octobre 2002
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585588787
Langue	English

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2002 by Janette Oke T. Davis Bunn
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
E-book edition created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-5855-8878-7
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
Cover illustration and design by Dan Thornberg
JANETTE OKE was born in Champion, Alberta, during the depression years, to a Canadian prairie farmer and his wife. She is a graduate of Mountain View Bible College in Alberta, where she met her husband, Edward, and they were married in May of 1957. After pastoring churches in Indiana and Canada, the Okes spent some years in Calgary, where Edward served in several positions on college faculties while Janette continued her writing. She has written over four dozen novels for adults and children, and her book sales total nearly thirty million copies.
The Okes have three sons and one daughter, all married, and are enjoying their dozen grandchildren. Edward and Janette are active in their local church and make their home near Didsbury, Alberta.
T. DAVIS BUNN, a native of North Carolina, is a former international business executive whose career has taken him to over forty countries in Europe, Africa, and the Middle East. With topics as diverse as romance, history, and intrigue, Bunn s books continue to reach readers of all ages and interests. He and his wife, Isabella, reside near Oxford, England.
By T. Davis

The Book of Hours The Great Divide Winner Take All The Lazarus Trap Elixir Imposter
H EIRS OF A CADIA
The Solitary Envoy The Innocent Libertine The Noble Fugitive The Night Angel Falconer s Quest
All Through the Night My Soul to Keep
By Janette Oke T. Davis Bunn

A CTS OF F AITH The Centurion s Wife
S ONG OF A CADIA
The Meeting Place The Birthright The Sacred Shore The Distant Beacon The Beloved Land
By Janette Oke

C ANADIAN W EST
When Calls the Heart When Breaks the Dawn When Comes the Spring When Hope Springs New Beyond the Gathering Storm When TomorrowComes
L OVE C OMES S OFTLY
Love Comes Softly Love s Unending Legacy Love s Enduring Promise Love s Unfolding Dream Love s Long Journey Love Takes Wing Love s Abiding Joy Love Finds a Home
A P RAIRIE L EGACY
The Tender Years A Quiet Strength A Searching Heart Like Gold Refined
S EASONS OF THE H EART
Once Upon a Summer Winter Is Not Forever The Winds of Autumn Spring s Gentle Promise Seasons of the Heart (4 in 1)
W OMEN OF THE W EST
The Calling of Emily Evans A Bride for Donnigan Julia s Last Hope Heart of the Wilderness Roses for Mama Too Long a Stranger A Woman Named Damaris The Bluebird and the Sparrow They Called Her Mrs. Doc A Gown of Spanish Lace The Measure of a Heart Drums of Change
These are the times that try men s souls.
-Thomas Paine, 1776
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Prologue
Once when Catherine was a little girl, her father had taken her to a concert in Halifax. A visiting admiral had gathered together a group of musicians from his fleet. A flute, two violins, a cello, a bass fiddle, and a miniature concertina had played Handel and Purcell. Strange that she would remember those details from a night when she had been scarcely nine years old. But Catherine recalled everything about that evening. The garrison had entertained the admiral with a fine dinner, one which included all the officers wives and families. To Catherine s eager young eyes, the hall had seemed nearly on fire with all the candles in the chandeliers, on tables, and in wall sconces around the room. And the music had transported her away across the seas, to a place she knew only in books-a world of fine palaces and grand dames, with scores of servants and nights to enjoy such fine meals and wonderful music.
What are you thinking about, daughter?
Catherine smiled at her father in the doorway. I am writing to Anne and Nicole. She was back in her true Georgetown setting. Nova Scotia had been her lifelong home, its frontier simplicity far from the world she had glimpsed that night so long ago.
Her father had come from his back bedroom. She could tell his legs and hips were bothering him. He kept his hands extended to grip and support. The path was well known, the stanchions familiar. He released the doorframe to hold the back of the settee by the fire. Then his other hand reached for the side wall s middle beam. Then the high-backed rocker, then the cabinet separating their sitting area from the cooking area, then the long bench with the water pitcher and basin, then the window above the alcove, where she was writing. Catherine resisted the urge to help him move about. Father John was seldom cross these days, but he thoroughly disliked anyone putting themselves out on his account. He was determined not only to make his own way but help as he could around the house as well. Which, given his health just six months earlier, was nothing short of a miracle.
John Price took a long breath at the open window, clearing away the remnants of his afternoon nap. How is Andrew?
Resting comfortably. In truth, that was more hope than fact. Now it was Andrew who had not been doing well at all. That is, at least he is reclining. Catherine could feel her father s eyes searching her face at the rueful tone.
He turned away eventually to pluck a pewter cup off the wall shelf and pour from the pitcher of well water. I don t see much progress being made on your letter, he observed.
Catherine had to smile. I was thinking about the concert you brought me to when I was nine.
No, lass, you were eight. Two weeks shy of your birthday. He drank and sighed satisfaction. They played Handel.
I am astonished that you remember it at all.
Those days seem far closer to me than last week. He drained his cup and set it by the window. You looked like a tiny angel, you did. You in your lovely new dress and your hair all shining and your eyes trying to take it all in. He patted her shoulder and lowered himself into a chair across from her.
Catherine used the conversation as a reason to put down her pen. It was a remarkable boon in these later years of his life for her father to be revealing this side she had never known. Truth be told, she sincerely doubted that it had even existed in the past. She turned in her chair so she could study him.
John Price had always been a strong man. Even now, with time s biting winds etched deeply into his features, and mobility restricted, he still held himself erect in the manner of the officer he once had been. Yet now there was a light to his eyes, a depth of awareness and care that belonged to one whose youth had been renewed like the eagle s, as the Psalmist said.
Why are you inspecting me, daughter? her father asked in a bemused tone.
Catherine reached across the table to grasp his hand. I was thinking, she replied, that I have never felt so close to you as now.
Families are meant to stand together when difficulties come.
I was not speaking of Andrew, Father.
No. He seemed content to sit and return her gaze. There was no need to speak of the new person now housed within his aging frame. Nor to describe again for her how he had come to relinquish his harsh military grip on life, even upon religion, and instead see faith with changed eyes.
Since you are not making much progress on your missive, John Price quipped, looking at the single line, March 10, 1778, at the top of the page, I was wondering if you might help me for a moment with something out in the back.
Certainly. Just let me fetch my shawl.
Chapter 1
Since Andrew s latest ailment, Father John had grown increasingly determined to not only move about unaided, but also serve around the place in whatever way he could. When Catherine put some task aside, planning to take it up at a later time, Father John might try his hand at it. She had caught him darning a pair of socks one recent day. This had given rise to much hilarity, since the old man had such a large amount of woolen thread over the hole, it probably would not have fit in his boot.
Catherine now followed her father outside, staying close in case he stumbled. He walked with one hand trailing along the rough planks of their cottage, picking his way carefully along the uneven path. I ve always thought of this as the betweentimes, Father John told her over his shoulder. Neither one nor the other. Not winter, not spring, not much of anything save waiting.
Yes, Catherine replied slowly, thinking about the symbolism of his words. The last snow had been only four days past, and the gathering clouds suggested they might have yet more. But the in-between days were warm enough for them to walk over bare earth, brown and thawing. Like the weather, her father was waiting too for spring, the one in a far better place.
Catherine blinked quickly against the tears and said as evenly as she could, I have decided to alert Anne and Nicole to their father s condition.
Father John rounde