Courting Miss Adelaide
Indulge your fantasies of delicious Regency Rakes, fierce Viking warriors and rugged Highlanders. Be swept away into a world of intense passion, lavish settings and romance that burns brightly through the centuriesThe "orphan train" seemed like small-town spinster Adelaide Crum's last chance to know the simple joys of family life. So many lost children, every one of them dreaming only of a caring home–the home she longed to offer. yet the narrow-minded town elders refused to entrust even the most desperate child to a woman alone. . . .Newspaperman Charles Graves believed his heart was closed forever, but he swore to st by this lovely, lonely woman who was fighting for the right to take some motherless child into her heart. her gentle soul unwavering faith made him wonder if even he could overcome the bitter lessons of the past, somehow find the courage to love. . . .
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“What you need is someone to teach you and your readers style,” Adelaide said.
Charles smirked. “I can’t see farmers reading it.”
“Well, no, but farmers’ wives spend money in town—”
“On birds for their heads,” he said.
She raised her chin. “Are you making fun of me, Mr. Graves?”
“Not at all, Miss Crum. Not at all.”
“Good, because I’d like to write a fashion column for the paper.”
“A fashion column isn’t a bad idea. Could you give me a sample—say, by Monday?”
“I’ll deliver it personally.”
He nodded. “Are you always this efficient?”
“I take my work seriously.”
“Ah, a woman after my own heart.”
The words ricocheted through her and left a hitch in her breathing, a huge knot in her stomach. Dare she hope for something too important to consider?
JANET DEAN
grew up in a family that cherished the past and had a strong creative streak. Her father recounted wonderful stories, like his father before him. The tales they told instilled in Janet a love of history and the desire to write. She married her college sweetheart and taught first grade before leaving to rear two daughters. As her daughters grew, they watched Little House on the Prairie, reawakening Janet’s love of American history and the stories of strong men and women of faith who built this country. Janet eagerly turned to inspirational historical romance and loves spinning stories for Love Inspired Historical. When she isn’t writing, Janet stamps greeting cards, plays golf and bridge, and is never without a book to read. The Deans love to travel and to spend time with family.
Bear with each other and forgive whatever
grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.
—Colossians 3:13
To my critique partner, Shirley Jump—
her slashing red pen, savvy advice and endless support helped me become the writer I am today. To David Highway, President of the Hamilton County Historical Society— a big thanks for his assistance with my research. To my late parents, who never stopped believing I’d attain my dream. To my husband—a good man, a wonderful father and the love of my life.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Questions for Discussion
Prologue
From the March 1, 1897, edition of The Noblesville Ledger:
WANTED: HOMES FOR CHILDREN
NOBLESVILLE—A company of homeless children from the East will arrive in Noblesville, Indiana, on Saturday, April 13. These boys and girls of various ages have been thrown friendless upon the world. The citizens of Noblesville are asked to assist the agents of the Children’s Aid Society in finding good homes for the children.
Persons requesting these children must first agree to treat the children as members of their family, promising to feed, clothe, send them to school and church and Sunday School until they reach the age of seventeen.
Applications must be made to and approved by the local committee. Interviews will be held on Saturday, March 30, in Judge Willowby’s chambers at the Noblesville County courthouse. The following well-respected citizens have agreed to sit on the local committee: C. Graves, J. Sparks, T. Paul and M. Wylie.
Distribution will be made at the Ward schoolhouse on April 13 at 10:30 a.m.
Chapter One
Noblesville, Indiana, spring of 1897
Adelaide Crum stepped to the open door and peered into the judge’s chambers. Her heart hammered beneath her corset. Now that the moment she’d waited for had arrived, her courage faltered. She considered turning tail and scurrying home. But then she remembered the quiet, the emptiness of those rooms. She closed her eyes and sent up a simple prayer. I don’t ask often, Lord, but I’m asking today. Please, let them say yes.
Squaring her shoulders, she crossed the room, then sat on one of the two chairs and faced the four men who held her future in their hands. To fill the vacant chair with something, she laid her purse on the seat, a seat that mocked her singleness.
Mr. Wylie, a large man who owned a farm north of town, folded his sausagelike fingers on the table. “I’ve dropped my wife off in front of your shop more times than I can count, Miss Crum.” He chuckled. “Usually costs me, too.”
She smiled a thank-you for his business.
Beside the farmer sat Mr. Sparks, the town banker. The little tufts of hair fringing his bald head reminded Adelaide of a horned owl. “Perhaps you’d better tell us why you’ve come, Miss Crum. Do you have recommendations for this committee?”
“I’ve come for myself.” Adelaide laid a calming hand on her midriff to offset the growing urge to deposit her breakfast on the table in front of her. “To ask for a child.”
Mr. Paul’s nostrils flared, giving him an air of disdain, not a cordial expression for an elder at her church and the town’s Superintendent of Schools. “For yourself? You’re a single woman, are you not?”
