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"She can't be dead!" the young pastor cried as he looked down at the still, white face of his new bride. Blinded by bitterness, Paul Cameron leaves his church and flees to a logging camp deep in the north woods of Wisconsin. There he wrestles with his lossunable to get Corrine out of his mind and unwilling to make peace with God.When a falling tree crushes his legs, Paul can run no further. Broken now in body as well as spirit, he must face his own heart as he encounters the love of God in the patient care of his nurse, Abigail Finlayson.The Long Road Home touches shattered dreams with God's faithfulness and the possibility of new love in this turn-of-the-century romance.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 janvier 2005
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736933636
Langue	English

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LORI WICK
THE L ONG ROAD H OME

HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISERS
EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Except for well-established place names, all names of persons and places mentioned in this novel are fictional.
Music and lyrics for My Rock, Refuge and Savior by Timothy Barsness and Lori Wick. Used by permission.
Cover by Terry Dugan Design, Minneapolis, Minnesota
Cover image eStock Photo/PictureQuest

About the Author
L ORI W ICK is one of the most versatile Christian fiction writers in the market today. Her works include pioneer fiction, a series set in Victorian England, and contemporary novels. Lori s books (more than 4 million copies in print) continue to delight readers and top the Christian bestselling fiction list. Lori and her husband, Bob, live in Wisconsin with the three coolest kids in the world.
THE LONG ROAD HOME Copyright 1990 by Harvest House Publishers Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Wick, Lori.
The long road home / Lori Wick.
Sequel to: A Song for Silas.
ISBN 0-7369-1535-4
I.Title.
PS3573.I237L6 1991
813 .54-dc20
90-20607
CIP
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, digital, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.
Printed in the United States of America
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To my own sweet Abigail, precious gift of God. I m so glad He knew I wanted you.
CAMERON FAMILY TREE-1890
Contents
Foreword
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
Chapter 48
Epilogue
About the Author
Foreword
Neillsville, Wisconsin October 1889

Seated side by side in the wagon, Silas and Paul Cameron headed to town. Though neither one knew when he would see the other again, the ride was strangely silent-or maybe it was because of that fact.
Paul knew his life would be changing radically in the next few months. Bayfield-his destination-was no quick trip home to Baxter. Baxter having just been there, Paul wondered when he would see his family again. He said a quick prayer of thanks for being able to stop off in Neillsville, where Silas was staying. Otherwise he wouldn t have seen him at all before going to his new job.
A bit of excitement shot through him at the thought of going up north. He had already spent a few weeks up there preaching and talking with the congregation, and then waiting for their decision. When they called him to be their pastor, he accepted, knowing that it was not a matter to be taken lightly. He had committed himself to preaching every Sunday, and there was no predicting which days he would be called upon during the week. As he finished up his visit with Silas, Paul was glad that they had given him permission to delay his start with them. Once in the pulpit, there was no foreseeing when he would be this way again.
I wonder what s going on. Everyone seems excited about something. Silas voice cut through Paul s thoughts and caused him to look around. The citizens of Neillsville did seem to be in a dither over something.
Hmmm, I don t know.
They continued on to the station. Once there they both noticed the relative quiet of the train yard after the din of town. They spoke to no one, but comments came to them as they waited-something about a mob at the banker s home because the bank had been robbing people.
Paul and Silas exchanged looks a few times but said nothing. When Paul asked Silas if he wanted to go now and check into the situation, Silas declined. I ll go after your train leaves. Maybe things will be calmed down enough by then so I can find something out.
Paul s arms went around his older brother, and the men embraced as the train vibrated to a stop. Take care of yourself, Paul, and write. I d like to meet Corrine.
You ll meet her. As much as I ll miss all of you, I can t wait to see her again. Silas laughed with understanding as the two men embraced.
Paul boarded the train and waved to Silas from the window. He then stowed his bag and settled into his seat. Within seconds his mind was on the woman waiting at the end of his journey, and he smiled.
Corrine Maria Templeton. Tall and very slim, she always seemed unbelievably fragile to him. Her skin was clear and pale, accenting her blue eyes-eyes that always held just a hint of pain, Paul thought. He wished she were beside him, and then smiled at the impatient thought. They couldn t be together soon enough for him. He d felt that way since the first Sunday he had preached in Bayfield and met Corrine at her aunt and uncle s.
Just a few weeks ago Paul would have laughed at the idea of love at first sight, but something had happened that day, there was no denying that. He was sure of what he was feeling, and once in Bayfield he would only have to see Corrine to know if he had mistaken the look in her eyes.
As the train increased in speed, Paul s mind moved briefly to his finances. His grandmother had given him money for the train fare to Bayfield, and he had been very thankful.
Maybe, he thought to himself, I should have told her how little money I have. Almost as soon as the thought entered Paul s mind, he dismissed it. He had enough to get where he was going. Once in town he had a home with Corrine s uncle and aunt, Lloyd and May Templeton. They would take no money for his room and board, so Paul really had no pressing financial needs. He was especially thankful for not having to take work outside the church like so many pastors of small congregations.
The trip was a long one, and Paul changed trains more than once. Paul s bag held his Bible and, when he wasn t dozing or visiting with some of the other train passengers, he read. The train moved rapidly past scenery that was breathtakingly beautiful: rolling hills and valleys, grassy areas with little more than a few flowers, or dense areas of forest where trees, towering far into the sky, cast long shadows over the land.
By the time the train rolled into Bayfield, Paul s long legs felt cramped. He was glad the Templetons lived uphill from the depot; he needed the exercise.
As he walked a sense of well-being overcame him, and he praised God from the depths of his soul. This was his town now. God would use him to reach out to this bay-side village and show them the way to Jesus Christ. He pictured Corrine by his side and felt as though God had placed the world at his feet.
Oh yes, Paul thought, as he walked up the steps of the home in which he lived, Corrine and I are going to win Bayfield for God.
1
Bayfield, Wisconsin

A few weeks later Paul sat thinking on his sermon of that morning. It had gone well. The congregation had been warm and receptive. He felt he was off to a fine beginning in his new church.
But soon his thoughts turned elsewhere and he grew anxious. Where was she? He began to whistle tunelessly and bounce his heel on the floor in quick rhythm. His eyes caught those of his hostess, and he quickly stopped.
Paul s stillness lasted only seconds before he had to restrain himself from pacing the floor of the elegant front parlor. The Templetons, aware and greatly amused over the young pastor s plight as they sat across from him, wisely kept still. They knew that as soon as their niece arrived, the anxious look on his face would disappear, to be replaced by a look of rapt attention for Corrine alone.
Amid Paul s impatient vigil, the front door opened and in walked the love of his life. He was vaguely disappointed to see she was followed by her parents. He had somehow hoped she would come alone. But just looking at her as she crossed the room to take a chair near him banished all other thoughts from his mind.
Paul looked at her closely as she took her seat. He knew she had been in poor health lately. Paul had known great frustration at not seeing more of her, sure that he could be a comfort. She was pale but as lovely as ever in his eyes. Paul s attention then turned to watch her father, Hugh Templeton, settle his weight in a delicate chair and look about the room in his usual disagreeable fashion. Paul wished he could march right over to the man and tell him of the love he bore for Corrine and ask for her hand in marriage.
But Hugh Templeton was an unapproachable man, and his expression was constantly stern. Paul learned in a hurry that if Hugh hadn t liked something about the sermon on any given Sunday, he wasted no time in telling Paul. Paul also realized, on the other hand, that if Hugh enjoyed the sermon, he said not a word.
Attempting to talk to Corrine beneath the scowling regard of her father was more than Paul could take, and he despaired of being able to say two words to her.
He finally gathered courage and leaned forward, intending to tell Corrine how pretty she looked in her gown of pale yellow, when Mr. Templeton s voice broke through rudely.
Well, Corrine nearly dragged us from the house to come here. As if I have nothing better to do with my Sunday evening than sit around May s fancy parlor.
His tone and words were lost on Paul as he watched Corrine blush becomingly, telling him how much she had wanted to come. Paul and Corrine would have sat for unknow