ROMANCE: Mail Order Bride: A Sheriff's Bride (A Clean Christian Inspirational Historical Western Romance) (New Adult Short Stories) (86 page)

“Never forget, Perdita,” Mrs. Merriweather would tell her at dinner, “He works in mysterious ways, and no matter how difficult our path may be, we should never despair, for we are never apart from His grace.”

Angelica would listen to this old woman’s wise words, and then think on them once alone in her room. The worry of who she was never left her mind. The fact she had no idea as to her identity was a loss she could not describe, yet she realized that it is at the time of loss that we remember our blessings.

She had met two wonderful women who had welcomed her into their home and hearts. 

It was while reading the newspapers that something caught Angelica/Perdita’s eye. It was an advertisement for something she had never heard of before: a mail-order bride. After thinking about it, she realized that, although she was happy where she was, she had no real prospects, no family, and nothing to look forward to. Perhaps, she thought, is she wrote to the gentleman in question, describing her predicament and exchanging letters, she might find herself a possible future husband, thereby creating a better life for herself.

Her memory was not returning, and she felt more comfortable each day as Perdita; her newfound identity had become something she could hold on to.

She was determined that whatever God had in store for her would be the path she would travel for the rest of her life, and if she was always to be Perdita, then she would accept it.

                  Feeling God’s hand in her life, she set out to write a letter to a certain Mr. Zacharias St. Clare. From what she could gather from his advertisement, he was a recently widowed father, who, after his wife’s death, was left to take care of his infant daughter on his own. He had a ranch, on the outskirts of Oklahoma and was in search of someone who would be willing to share his life.

She couldn’t imagine what he was like, even though she tried really hard. Was he a handsome man? Was he a good father to his daughter? Was he a fair land owner and a righteous employer? And most importantly, was he the one who would save her from her predicament?

Feeling she had nothing to lose, she set herself the task of replying to his advertisement. She had not intended writing an overly long letter, but the end result was longer than she had anticipated, as she ended up explaining her circumstances.

She read through her final draft and sighed. Even if he did not think her a suitable life, at least her truth was out, and no harm would be done.

With those thoughts in mind, she went out to post her letter, knowing that whatever the outcome would be, God’s hand was in it.

As it turned out, she did not need to wait long for her reply, which surprised her. She happened to glance through the window a few days later and saw the postman come up the path. Going out to get the mail, she noticed one letter was addressed to her. She opened it and settled down to read.

Dear Miss Perdita,

Please do not hold it against me that I address you so familiarly right at the onset of what I hope to be a long and fruitful correspondence. Your letter has moved me deeply, and I can only say that in the chain of human events, the hopes of a Christian are utterly inseparable from his or her faith. We can only depend on the all-powerful influence of God to guide us and offer assistance in our direst times of need. But also, we as Christian people are urged to reclaim the world for God by listening to His instructions.

Just like you, I have suffered in this life, but throughout every hardship, God has sustained me; he has cherished my soul and filled my heart with gratitude, which is what I see in you. Seeing that neither of us find ourselves in the best of circumstances, I sincerely believe that we can, through God’s Providence, give each other the affection we need, and, perhaps, even love.

Please know that He will never fail you, if you put your faith in him, as I have, and now, he has led me to you.

Awaiting your reply eagerly,

Zacharias St. Clare

His reply surprised her. She suspected it was one of the warmest, most tender letters she had ever received. Zacharias appeared to be a wonderfully thoughtful, Christian man, who would help her overcome the obstacles life had put in her path. His tenderness might also enable her to regain her memory, as both were God’s children.

Her reply, this time, was brief and succinct. She expressed her joy at receiving his response, as well as his kind willingness to continue with their correspondence.

The letters, over the next few months, seemed to fly between them. The more they corresponded, the more they opened to each other, despite the fact that there was little about herself that Angelica could tell him. Her past was a mystery, and so was her future, for now. Her present, however, was an open book, and she wanted him to know all there was to know about her.

As a result she recounted her days at the hospital, how she got her new identity and how she learned more about herself with each passing day. She had learned that roses were her favorite flowers, that goat milk made her queasy,and that she enjoyed reading children’s Christian stories

In her letters, she finally learned to let go of her pain and opened up her heart to the possibility of being healed. She had come to understand what Zacharias had meant when he said that the glory of His name was not to be found only in times of happiness of joy but also in times of loneliness or tiredness and sadness. She opened up her heart, and as if by magic, she felt that something which had been lost to her had finally been returned. She felt His nearness and comfort through Zacharias’ words, and she felt Him urging her on, telling her not to be afraid anymore, for He was with her, He was keeping her close.

The letter that was to change her life forever finally arrived, the one that would give new meaning to her life. Zacharias offered to send for her, and, should she accept, would make her his wife as soon as circumstances allowed.

Angelica took a few days to fully grasp the intensity of the situation and her own emotions before breaking the news to her two dear friends. They were both overjoyed at her news.

“That is wonderful, my dear!” Nurse Mary hugged her. “And you get to remain here with us, in Oklahoma! What joy!”

Mrs. Merriweather shared her enthusiasm, and despite the fact that both women were sad to see Angelica leave, they knew this moment was bound to occur at one point or another.

In a way, Angelica was like a wounded bird and someone needed to tend to her injuries. Fortunately for her, her saviors were these two wonderful Christian women who took it upon themselves to guide her in God’s light, and offer all the love and support an incomplete person such as she would need. Now, that she had found someone who would look after her and keep her safe, the two women considered their job done and were more than happy to see their little bird married to a good man.

Zacharias sent for her the end of the month, and she found herself waving goodbye to her two friends. The situation suddenly seemed all too familiar. She was in a carriage, waving goodbye to someone, on her way to somewhere she really wished to be.

The sensation was strange, and she wondered whether it was a memory struggling to surface.

Closing her eyes, Angelica tried to relax her mind in an effort to remember, but nothing happened. Settling back, she looked out the window, eager to take the first steps of her new life.

The journey did not take long, and the carriage stopped in front of a huge gate. The road in front of her was long, and she could not see where it ended.

She peered through the window curtains shyly. A tall man stood outside, his curly brown hair playfully ruffled by the wind. He was leaning against the fence, his arms dangling to his sides. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his forearms and hands had been tanned by the sun.

He approached the carriage slowly and peered inside.

“Miss Perdita?” he found her crouched against the opposite wall like a scared animal. “I do hope your trip was pleasant.” His smile was warm and friendly.

Although she wished she could stay inside a little longer, Angelica realized it would be inappropriate. Gathering her courage together, she smiled and offered him her hand so that she could get out. Keeping it safely in his, the two walked the distance to the house.

Too scared to speak before being spoken to, and feeling intimidated by her new home, she felt that his touch was protective, and she felt safe in his presence.

“I am so glad that you are finally here, may I show you around?” His smile was warm and welcoming.

At Angela’s nod, Zachariah felt a sense of relief. “I am so glad that you have finally arrived. He smiled at her, as they entered the house. “May I show you around?” he asked politely, and Angelica nodded. He took her on a tour of his home, stopping in front of a closed door. “This is the nursery. Do you wish to meet my daughter now, or would you prefer until you have freshened up a little?”

          “I’d really like to meet her…” Angelica whispered.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he opened the door.

The room was bright, with toys stacked on shelves and in the corner. The little girl was sound asleep in her crib.

Angelica approached the baby carefully, afraid that any noise or sudden movement might wake the child up.

“Do not worry, she sleeps soundly.”

Bending over the crib, Angelica looked into the angelic little face. She felt an ache to hold the child in her arms but did not want to wake her.

“I look forward to her waking up and being able to hold her,” Angelica blushed.

“I’m certain she will love you as soon as she sets her eyes on you,” Zacharias squeezed her hand.

The day passed pleasantly, and Angelica knew that she hadn’t made a mistake when she chose to reply to his advertisement in the newspaper.

“I have arranged for a small wedding at the church, and then afterwards, some friends and family will join us in the festivities,” he told her after dinner. “I’m afraid that I do not wish to have a lavish affair as I am a reserved kind of a person, and I do not believe that family affairs should be overly public. I do hope you agree.”

“Of course, as you wish.” Angelica agreed. She hadn’t really given it much thought, in all honesty. After all, with everything that had happened lately, she had no family or friends that she could invite. Up until now, she had been alone in the world, alone, that is, until this wonderful man decided to invite her to be a part of his life.

“Please, do not agree with me because you feel you have to. I wish us to be equals in the eyes of the Almighty, and should there be anything that displeases you, please tell me.” His eyes bored into hers, and Angelica felt she might melt.

“Dear Zacharias, there could be nothing you do that would displease me, so please do not even think it. You have brought me immense joy by allowing me to become a member of your family, as your lawfully wedded wife, and for this, I shall be immensely grateful to you for the rest of my days.”

“I do hope it is not solely gratitude that you feel for me…” his whispered words made her blush. She lowered her gaze, scared he would see how she felt about him. Zacharias, however, had seen the unspoken words in her eyes, and for the first time in quite a while, felt happy. As per Zacharias’ request, the wedding itself was modest, but still beautiful.

Angelica wore a gorgeous white dress with delicate embroidery and lace, courtesy of Zacharias’ older sister who was happy to welcome her into the family. She had felt an instantaneous rapport with the younger woman, and deemed her a more than suitable match for her brother. The rest of the St. Clare family was equally welcoming, and Angelica realized that in order for her to have met all these wonderful people, and most importantly, Zacharias himself, she had to undergo a personal tragedy, and that it was by overcoming it that she had received a wonderful reward in the guise of a wonderful man.

Several days later, after the celebrations had finally died down and life returned to normal, Zachariah took Angelica and his daughter to Oklahoma City where he had business to attend to. Angelica found herself strolling through the streets with her adopted daughter. It was a lovely day, and the anonymity felt good. She would previously have been frightened of the faces around her going about their business, but she now felt she belonged. She was somebody, and she belonged with someone. She had a place in life.

She noticed the little girl was stirring anxiously and stopped to see what the matter was. Feeling someone’s gaze on her, she looked up. A man was staring at her from across the street. His gaze sent a cold chill up her spine.

She suddenly felt in distress, wondering who this person was and why he was looking at her in that fashion. She was sure she had never seen his face before.

His gaze seemed to bore into her, looking into her soul, as if he was trying to learn all her inner secrets. Her stress intensified when he started walking in her direction. Turing around, she tried to hurry away from him in order to avoid any possible contact.

Surprisingly, no one else seemed to have noticed the interaction between them, as people kept on with their own business. Taking a sharp left turn, Angelica thought she had managed to lose him, only to be brought up short by a hand at her elbow.

“Please, sir! I beg you, do not harm the baby!” she pleaded. She thought her might wish to rob her, and her biggest fear was for the child in her care.