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Having survived the harshness of their first year in the far Northwest, Elizabeth and Wynn, her Royal Canadian Mountie, now face new challenges. Just when they've made new friends and started a new school, they are presented with a new posting. It seems Elizabeth's dreams for a family and home of her own are not to be. Will their love for each other, hope for the future, and their faith in God carry them through the crushing disappointments? Book 3 of the bestselling Canadian West series.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 février 2005
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585587407
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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© 1986 by Janette Oke
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. www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2010
Ebook corrections 07.11.2017
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-58558-740-7
Cover design by Jenny Parker
Cover artwork based upon photograph in the book Victorian & Edwardian
Fashions for Women 1840—1919 by Kristina Harris.
To my dear fifth sister, Joyce Ruth, whom I had the privilege of helping to name when she arrived and to spoil as she grew. I appreciate her unselfish love and her dedication to her Lord. To her and to her husband, Elmer Deal, I dedicate this book with my love.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
When Comes the Spring Synopsis
Characters
1. The Homecoming
2. Together Again
3. Catching Up
4. Supply House
5. A New Day
6. Routine
7. Life Goes On
8. Surprises
9. Nonita
10. Summer
11. Another Winter
12. School
13. The Three R’s
14. Trials and Triumphs
15. Another Christmas
16. Winter Visitor
17. Classes Resume
18. Susie
19. Spring Returns
20. Changes
21. Reminders
22. Sickness
23. Summer of ’Fourteen
24. Waiting
25. Temptation
26. Duty
27. Out
28. Calgary
29. Home Again
30. Settling In
31. Spring Again
32. The Birthday Party
33. Sorrow and Joy
About the Author
Other Books by Janette Oke
Children's Books by Janette Oke
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Back Cover
S YNOPSIS
When Comes the Spring
When Elizabeth Thatcher, the fashion-conscious young schoolteacher from Toronto, boarded the train for Calgary, it was with one purpose in mind. She was going to teach pioneer children in a country school. But Wynn Delaney, a member of the Royal North West Mounted Police, entered her life and changed all that.
After a wedding in Calgary and a brief honeymoon in Banff, the couple left for the North where Wynn had been posted to a remote Indian village. Elizabeth soon learned to love and respect the Indian people even though the adjustment was difficult.
Tragedy struck the village when the trading post burned to the ground. With it went the vital winter supplies of the people. Nimmie McLain, the trader’s Indian wife, had become Elizabeth’s best friend, so Nimmie was missed terribly when she and her husband went “out,” back to civilization, to arrange for more supplies and the materials to build a new store.
Nimmie promised they would return in the spring. Elizabeth watched for that day with great anticipation and longing. Finally it came, and with the coming of the wagons came hope, renewed strength, and joy.
Characters
ELIZABETH THATCHER DELANEY—schoolteacher and wife of Wynn. Though raised in comfortable circumstances in the city of Toronto, she learned to live on little, without fuss or self-pity.
WYNN DELANEY—a member of the Royal North West Mounted Police who saw his occupation as a means of caring for others.
IAN AND NIMMIE McLAIN—owner of the settlement trading post and his self-educated Indian wife.
JON, MARY, WILLIAM, SARAH, KATHLEEN, ELIZABETH—the brother of Elizabeth, his wife and family. Their home was in Calgary.
JULIE—Elizabeth’s pretty and somewhat flighty younger sister, whom she loved dearly.
MATTHEW—Elizabeth’s younger brother, raised in Toronto.
ONE
The Homecoming
The nearer we came to the rumbling wagons, the more my heart pounded. Frustrated with the wait, I wished I could just hoist my long, cumbersome skirts and break into a run, but I held my impatience in check. I wasn’t sure how Wynn would feel about my impulsiveness, and I was quite sure there would be some puzzled expressions on the faces of our Indian neighbors.
They were so near and yet so far away, just dipping down over the last hills before our little village. I had missed Nimmie so much in the time she had been gone, and was anxious to see for myself that she was all right. I wanted to hug her close, to welcome her back. I wanted to talk, and talk—for hours and hours—and to hear all about the outside world and every little thing that had happened to her while she had been away from us.
I’m sure Wynn sensed my feelings. He reached for my hand and gave it a loving squeeze.
“It won’t be long now,” he said, trying to calm my trembling hands and heart.
I took a deep breath, gave him a quick smile and attempted to slow my stride, just a bit, but it was hard. My legs ached with the effort. I was so eager to see dear Nimmie.
Just when I thought I would burst with anticipation, I saw someone climbing down from the side of the distant wagon, and then there was Nimmie running toward me! Without another thought, I grabbed up my skirts and broke into a headlong run to meet her.
At first neither of us could talk. We just held one another, tears mingling on our faces.
Nimmie was not only my much-missed friend—she held the secrets of the outside world, the world of my family that I loved and missed so much.
By the time we had finished embracing, there was great commotion all around us. Wynn was greeting Nimmie’s husband, Mr. McLain, and a crowd of people from the settlement gathered around. The wagon drivers were trying hard to hold the tired teams steady in spite of all of the confusion. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, and Nimmie and I both knew it would be useless to try to visit now. We backed up, looked at one another’s face and smiled our delight, our eyes promising each other a long, long talk together as soon as it could be arranged.
But I tried one question: “Katherine?” I queried above the hum.
“She stayed,” answered Nimmie. I knew that now was not the time to get more details.
Then the whole party turned toward the settlement, and in almost eerie quietness began to walk the trail that led us over the hills, through the bush, and home.
Nimmie’s eyes darted back and forth over the scenery she had not seen for so long. I could sense her straining forward, eager for that first look at the familiar cabins in the small clearing. I knew her thoughts were skipping on ahead of her, but my attention was drawn back to where she had been in the recent past.
I could wait no longer.
“Did you meet my family in Calgary?” I asked, hoping with all of my heart she would be able to say yes.
She turned to me with a light in her eyes.
“They are wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Mary is so sweet; and the children—I love the children.”
I swallowed the big lump suddenly welling up in my throat. How I missed Jon and Mary and their children. I hadn’t realized just how much until I heard Nimmie talk about them.
“They are—well?” I struggled with the few words.
“Fine,” beamed Nimmie. “But they miss you. They send their love. Little Kathleen begged to come with us so she could see her Aunt Beth. She said it has been ‘almost forever’ since you left.”
My beloved Kathleen—I could almost feel her arms around my neck. The tears sprang again to my eyes.
“I suppose she’s grown,” I said wistfully.
“Mary says they’ve all grown a good deal in the past year,” responded Nimmie, who of course wouldn’t know, having just met the children.
Noticing my tears spilling onto my cheeks, Nimmie quickly changed our conversation.
“They all sent you letters,” she told me briskly. “I put them right in the top crate so you could have them just as soon as we get to the settlement. I knew you would be anxious for them.”
I reached over to give Nimmie a warm hug. She understood.
The horses seemed to sense rest and food just ahead and hastened their plodding strides. We had to hurry to keep up. Wynn, who had been walking next to Mr. McLain in order to snatch a few pieces of news, joined me, taking my hand to steady my footsteps.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a few silent moments.
I smiled to let him know I was, though I was sure the traces of tears still showed on my face.
“Any news from home?” he asked next.
“Nimmie said they’re all fine and they sent letters.” My grip on Wynn’s hand tightened. “I can hardly wait to read them.”
The sun was low on the horizon, making it increasingly difficult to see the trail. The Indians, with their intimate knowledge of nature and the territory, walked quickly and surely, their steps seeming never to falter. I stumbled now and then and was glad for Wynn’s hand. Kip stopped his frisking about and came back to follow closely at my side.
“The McLains will need a place to spend the night, many nights perhaps, until they get themselves settled in the old Lamuir cabin,” commented Wynn.
“That’s a mess!” I exclaimed, horrified that he would even suggest such a place.
“It can be cleaned up and made quite livable with a little effort,” Wynn maintained. “Ian has already asked if it is available.” He paused for a moment and then went on slowly, “Like most women, Nimmie might prefer to be on her own.”
I knew Wynn was right, at least about Nimmie preferring to be on her own. She was very independent, but oh, it would be nice to keep her with me during the rebuilding of the store.
“I’ll help her clean the cabin if that’s what she wants,” I said rather reluctantly.
“Good,” was all Wynn answered.
After we had walked a bit farther, I broke the silence again. “How long do you think it will take to rebuild the trading store?”
“It depends on the weather—how many of the men help, how things go—but Ian says he hopes to have it framed in and ready to shelter the supplies in four weeks or so. Then he will finish the living quarters as time allows.”
Poor Nimmie, I groaned inwardly. She would be without a