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Jillian struggles to fill the shoes--and identity-- of her identical twin sister amid the strict rules and routines of the Arizona Harvey House. When the local doctor inadvertently discovers her ruse, he creates a plan of his own. Westward Chronicles Book 3.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 août 2005
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441203359
Langue	English

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a Veiled Reflection

A Veiled Reflection Copyright 2000 Tracie Peterson
Cover photo: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Detroit Publishing Company Collection. Cover design by Melinda Schumacher
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
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.
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 978-0-7642-0050-2 (2005 edition)
Library of Congress has catalogued the original edition as follows:
Peterson, Tracie. A veiled reflection / Tracie Peterson. p. cm.-(Westward chronicles ; 3) ISBN 0-7642-2114-0 1. Fred Harvey (Firm)-History-Fiction. I. Title. PS3566.E7717 V45 2000 813 .54-dc21 99-006884 CIP
With thanks to my editors at Bethany House,
Sarah Long and Barb Lilland,
who have helped to see me through some rough spots in the road.
May God richly bless you.
Books by Tracie Peterson www.traciepeterson.com A Slender Thread What She Left for Me Where My Heart Belongs S ONG OF A LASKA Dawn s Prelude A LASKAN Q UEST Summer of the Midnight Sun Under the Northern Lights Whispers of Winter Alaskan Quest (3 in 1) B RIDES OF G ALLATIN C OUNTY A Promise to Believe In A Love to Last Forever A Dream to Call My Own T HE B ROADMOOR L EGACY * A Daughter s Inheritance An Unexpected Love A Surrendered Heart B ELLS OF L OWELL * Daughter of the Loom A Fragile Design These Tangled Threads Bells of Lowell (3 in 1) L IGHTS OF L OWELL * A Tapestry of Hope A Love Woven True The Pattern of Her Heart D ESERT R OSES Shadows of the Canyon Across the Years Beneath a Harvest Sky H EIRS OF M ONTANA Land of My Heart The Coming Storm To Dream Anew The Hope Within L ADIES OF L IBERTY A Lady of High Regard A Lady of Hidden Intent A Lady of Secret Devotion R IBBONS OF S TEEL ** Distant Dreams A Hope Beyond W ESTWARD C HRONICLES A Shelter of Hope Hidden in a Whisper A Veiled Reflection Y UKON Q UEST Treasures of the North Ashes and Ice Rivers of Gold
* with Judith Miller ** with Judith Pella
TRACIE PETERSON is a popular speaker and bestselling author who has written more than seventy books, both historical and contemporary fiction. Tracie and her family make their home in Montana.
A Word from the Author
PINTAN, ARIZONA, is a fictional town; however, there were many Harvey House locations along the Santa Fe line throughout Arizona. Today, La Posada, a Harvey hotel resort in Winslow, Arizona, remains a tourist attraction, giving visitors a flavor of Mr. Harvey s standards of gracious living.
Many people see Fred Harvey as having been the father of fastfood service. His desire to provide affordable quality meals along the Santa Fe line did much to settle the southwest. His growing interest in native-made crafts and goods also brought widespread awareness of the cultures and traditions of the various Native American tribes on the Santa Fe rail line.
The Harvey way became a well-known phrase and stood for the integrity and quality of service that Fred Harvey had known would keep customers coming back for more. It is quoted that upon his deathbed, Fred Harvey s dying words to his sons were Don t cut the ham too thin, boys.
I want to thank a couple of people for their helpfulness during this series. First of all, thanks to Brenda Thowe, who heads up the modern-day Harvey Girl organization for the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad. Thanks also to Janice Griffith with the Winslow Historical Society, for providing much detail and information on Arizona, as well as historical research related to the Winslow Harvey House.
Contents
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
ONE
Kansas City, March 1895
YOU JUST HAVE TO DO THIS for me, Jillian.
Jillian eyed her twin sister with suspicious curiosity. Oh, really? I just have to?
The exasperated blonde plopped down on the bed to plead her case. Jillian steadied herself for anything-from an onslaught of tears to a beautifully illustrated story of intrigue and romance. Judith was a master with detailed expression. Some people painted on canvases, but Judith created entire landscapes with words.
I m in love, Jillian.
Jillian smiled at her sister tolerantly, gazing sympathetically into blue eyes identical to her own. I understand that part. Her sister had long ago attached her affections to a shopkeeper s son named Martin Schein, much to their parents dismay. What I don t understand is why I need to pose as you and go west to the Arizona Territory.
It s that silly job with the Harvey Company, Judith explained, her eyes pleading with Jillian to understand. Mr. Harvey made me sign a contract to work for his restaurant for one year. My year won t be up until June.
So wait until June to be married.
I can t wait until June, Judith wailed, a hint of desperation in her tone. I love Martin and I want to marry him now. We have a wonderful future planned.
So send a letter of regret to your Mr. Harvey and explain the situation.
I can t do that either. One of the stipulations I agreed to was not to marry before my contract was up. If I do, I have to forfeit part of my wages.
So forfeit them, Jillian flippantly replied.
I can t afford to forfeit anything, Judith admitted softly. I gave all my savings to Martin so he could invest in a business. You know Father and Mother will never understand my running off with Martin. Mother has it in her mind that I should marry her aunt Gertrude s second cousin, who just happens to be a duke in line for some minor principality in only God knows where.
Jillian nodded. Her mother had a way of meddling in her daughters lives.
Judith continued. We ll be completely on our own once we re together. Father will certainly never offer any financial support.
No, I don t suppose he will, Jillian replied thoughtfully. She tried to imagine herself going west in her sister s place. A part of her longed to break from her confined environment, but another part was equally terrified. At least here in her confinement she knew safety, even luxury. Out there in the West-well, who knew what dangers might await?
You really are asking a great deal, Judith. You know that, don t you? Yet Jillian knew what her sister asked of her was really no different than any other time. Judith always expected the impossible from Jillian, and this was no exception.
Please, Jillian, I wouldn t ask if it weren t so important. Besides, you ll have the time of your life. Think about the adventure. You were just telling me yesterday how much you longed for a bit of change.
This is considerably more than a bit, Jillian replied. But even as she answered, her heart began to soften to the idea. Her fears of the unknown were nothing compared to her love for Judith.
Jillian studied her twin for a moment and sighed. There wasn t much she wouldn t do for Judith. She adored her sister and admired her free spirit and adventurous approach to life. Jillian had always longed to be more spontaneous-more willing to take chances and risks-but apparently Judith had received all the ability in those areas. Jillian faithfully remained the tame and quiet one.
So will you do it? Please! Judith begged.
But, Judith, Jillian tried to reason, I know nothing about Mr. Harvey s system. You ve written me enough letters to make me realize how intricate and focused on detail your job as a Harvey Girl can be. How can I hope to understand my duties-much less pull off a believable impersonation of you-when I haven t a clue what will be expected of me?
I can teach you, Judith said, getting very excited as she sensed Jillian s defense slip. I know I can. There s really nothing to it once you know the routine.
But you re expected back there in four days. Your train leaves tomorrow. How can I possibly learn everything that quickly?
It ll work out, Judith replied, coming to where Jillian stood. She reached out to take hold of Jillian s hands and smiled. I know you can handle this, she encouraged. You ve always been able to deal with the unexpected. Look at how well you handled Grandma coming to live with us, and now her death and funeral.
Jillian shuddered involuntarily. Death was not a subject she cared to discuss. Even the mere mention of it caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand taut. I didn t handle much of anything connected to Grandmother s funeral. She looked away and tried to steady her nerves. It was silly to get so upset simply thinking about such matters. But in truth, Jillian found this to be her Achilles heel.
Judith patted her hand. Forgive me. I forgot how hard these things are on you. I didn t mean to cause you grief.
Jillian shook her head. I don t know why it s so hard to face up to. I was such a ninny when Grandma took sick. I guess I just kept thinking of all her superstitions about sick and dying people. Don t look them in the eye or you ll be next. Don t kiss a dying person on the mouth or they ll try to steal your soul. I mean, I know it s all ridiculous, but that old woman had me tossing and turning with nightmares for the past five years! Every time someone opened an umbrella or broke something a certain way, we were all cursed and needed to look for death on the horizon.
Judith nodded. Why do you think I fled to work for Mr. Harvey? I figured at twenty-two, I deserved to put my sights on life, not death. Now a year later, I decid