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Love is patient and kind...1 Corinthians 13:4West Virginia, 1869 Three years ago, Dr. Daniel Kavanagh settled down in the quaint town of Mount Laurel and established a medical practice there. The single doctor has been nursing an unrequited crush on Serena Norman, the local schoolteacher. Just down the road lies the coal mining town of Owenduffy, considered by most in Mount Laurel to be a backwoods hamlet. When the mine company's doctor abandons his post, Daniel agrees to visit one day a week, much to the consternation of his fellow residents, including his secret love, Serena. Addie Rose, the daughter of an Owenduffy coal miner, has a gift for caring for others. When a receptionist position in Daniel's office suddenly becomes available, what windows of opportunity will God open for Addie Rosejust a job, a possible career as a nurse, or maybe something more? Harp on the Willow is a touching tale of true love, the kind that can only come from a Savior who first loved us.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	06 février 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736942997
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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A LSO BY BJ H OFF

E MERALD B ALLAD
Song of the Silent Harp
Heart of the Lonely Exile
Land of a Thousand Dreams
Sons of an Ancient Glory
Dawn of the Golden Promise
R IVERHAVEN Y EARS
Rachel s Secret
Where Grace Abides
River of Mercy
M OUNTAIN S ONG L EGACY
A Distant Music
The Wind Harp
The Song Weaver
S TANDALONES
American Anthem *
Song of Erin **
Harp on the Willow
* American Anthem is a trilogy that includes: Prelude , Cadence, and Jubilee.
** Song of Erin includes two complete novels: Cloth of Heaven and Ashes and Lace.
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Scripture quotations are from the Contemporary English Version 1991, 1992, 1995 by American Bible Society, used by permission, and from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover by John Hamilton Design
Cover Image givaga, Jon Bilous, v.gi, Josh Cornish / Shutterstock; Greg Komar
Published in association with the Books Such Management, 52 Mission Circle, Suite 122, PMB 170, Santa Rosa, CA 95409-5370, www.booksandsuch.com .
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
HARP ON THE WILLOW
Copyright 2018 by BJ Hoff
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97408
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
ISBN 978-0-7369-2067-4 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-4299-7 (eBook)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Hoff, BJ, author.
Title: Harp on the willow / BJ Hoff.
Description: Eugene, Oregon: Harvest House Publishers, [2018]
Identifiers: LCCN 2017035103 (print) | LCCN 2017040278 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736942997 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736920674 (paperback)
Subjects: | BISAC: FICTION / Christian / Historical. | FICTION / Christian / Romance. | GSAFD: Christian fiction. | Love stories.
Classification: LCC PS3558.O34395 (ebook) | LCC PS3558.O34395 H37 2018 (print) | DDC 813/.54 - dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017035103
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D EDICATION
For Jim, Dana, Jessie, and Eric
No writer ever had a better support team.
We hung our small harps on the willow trees.
P SALM 137:2
C ONTENTS
Also by BJ Hoff
Dedication
1. A Doctor s Day
2. Walking Through Mount Laurel
3. A Holliday Meal
4. Big News
5. A Visit to Owenduffy
6. Sunday Special
7. Serena
8. Meeting Murphy
9. An Unexpected Offer
10. Mixed News
11. Long Days
12. When the Work Is Everything
13. The Problem of Serena
14. An Idea from a Friend
15. A Rejection-and Some Advice
16. An Early Morning Surprise
17. A New Patient
18. Morning Musings-and a Surprise
19. The Beginning of a Long Day
20. An Eventful Day
21. A Disturbing Visit
22. A New Idea
23. An Unexpected Invitation
24. A Day of Trouble
25. At the Mine
26. Time of Despair
27. Questions
28. An Unpleasant Surprise
29. Darkness Falling
30. The Doctor as a Patient
31. Visitors
32. Hurried Exits
33. Night of Fire
34. Coming Home
35. Words Spoken Too Quickly
36. Deliver Us from Evil
37. Miss Gladys Meets the New Houseguest
38. A Farewell from Serena
39. Epilogue
Discussion Questions
About the Author
About the Publisher
ONE
A D OCTOR S D AY
Here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
R OBERT L OUIS S TEVENSON
Potomac Highlands of West Virginia
July 1869
D aniel Kavanagh, MD, was given to defining a good day as one when the elderly and somewhat eccentric Miss Gladys Piper had no more than one imaginary disease that required treatment during her office visit.
A good day got even better when not a single man from the hill folks came down and threatened to hurt him unless he accompanied him back up the hollow to fix his woman.
And if he happened to meet Serena Norman on his way to lunch at Helen s Mountain Inn-well, Daniel figured that would serve to make any day just about perfect.
By eight thirty on this oppressively hot and muggy Monday morning in July, he had already resigned himself to the fact that it was not going to be a good day. To begin with, he had learned over the weekend that Serena was off to Buckhannon for a week, visiting an aunt. The fact that he had to hear this news secondhand rather than from Serena herself stung more than he cared to admit.
And now, as he and Sarge the Newfoundland walked into the waiting room of his office and found not only Miss Gladys Piper waiting for him, but also a hatchet-faced man with one black eye, badly swollen, and a long, dark beard that all manner of creatures could have nested in, Daniel submitted then and there that indeed, this was not going to be a good day. Not at all.

Miss Gladys, of course, did not have an appointment, and Daniel was fairly certain the man with the black eye was not in the book either. In truth, with Audrey, his receptionist, at home with a sprained ankle, he didn t actually know who was in the book. The patient log was solely Audrey s responsibility, which in her mind meant that neither Daniel nor anyone else was to touch its hallowed pages except in case of a genuine emergency.
Audrey Truman had let it be known in crystal clarity that if Daniel wanted her to stay on upon his predecessor s retirement and subsequent passing she would do so only on her own terms-and those terms meant that she would continue to manage the office precisely as she had under Dr. Franklin.
At the time, Daniel had thought he would not have it otherwise, for although Audrey might be something of a martinet, she did keep the office running with admirable efficiency. And even if he didn t always respond well to her autocratic and uncompromising way of doing things, he never failed to appreciate the headaches she saved him on a daily basis.
At times like these, when he knew next to nothing about the day s agenda-and when he was facing a surly looking mountain man in addition to an obviously impatient Gladys Piper-he found himself appreciating Audrey even more.
He left the Newfoundland in his customary place, in front of the waiting room counter, then proceeded to take Miss Gladys into the examining room. As he closed the door behind them, he heard the Newfie utter a low growl, which Daniel knew to be not so much a warning to the dangerous-looking man in the waiting room as a reminder to Daniel that he should not be taking all day with the business at hand.

Sidney Franklin never kept me waiting.
Daniel turned from washing his hands and smiled at the feisty spinster lady who sat as far forward as possible on the end of the examining table, her slender, prominently veined hands folded primly in her lap.
I do apologize, Miss Gladys. I didn t realize you had an early appointment.
She didn t exactly sniff her disapproval. She didn t have to. The doctor had seen that look before. Nor did she admit that she didn t have an appointment. Miss Gladys had never seemed to feel the need for such formalities.
Well, now, he said cheerfully, why don t you tell me what the problem is? Not the heart palpitations again, I hope.
She ignored his question. Where is Audrey?
Unfortunately, Audrey tripped Friday evening over an exposed tree root in her backyard and sprained her ankle. I expect she ll be out until later in the week. So-how have you been since I saw you last, ah last Monday, wasn t it?
A week was about as long a time as Miss Gladys ever went between visits.
Audrey was always a careless girl.
Audrey was sixty-two years old, and Daniel doubted very much that she even knew the meaning of the word careless. But he merely smiled and said, I ll be sure to mention to Audrey that you asked after her. Now, why don t you tell me what brings you out this morning? It s going to be another sizzler, isn t it?
Although she had a fine buggy at her disposal, Miss Gladys almost always walked the short distance from her stately brick home on Laurel Street. She was fond of saying, to anyone who might inquire as to why she didn t use the buggy for excursions, that she did not believe in pampering herself.
It s my ears, she said in reply to the doctor s question.
Your ears?
They ve been ringing. It s very annoying.
I m sure it is. Daniel paused, thinking. I don t recall your mentioning this when you were in last week, Miss Gladys. Exactly how long have your ears been troubling you?
Her answer came with no hesitation. Since Friday. Four days now.
Well, let s just have a look.
He checked her ears, being careful, as he had been instructed during previous examinations, not to muss her elaborately dressed red hair.
The blazing red hair was the one affectation-if it could be so termed-that Miss Gladys allowed herself. The only resident of Mount Laurel who knew just what it took to restore the crowning glory of a woman Gladys Piper s age, a style that featured a fiery cloud of waves and curlicues, was Hester Marshfield. Hester s self-proclaimed ministry was to the women of Mount Laurel who required assistance with maintaining a comely appearance at any age.
It was widely held that Hester Marshfield was privy to all manner of ladies secrets. And secrets they remained.
Everything looks perfectly fine, Miss Gladys, he told her. But let s che