The Christmas Quilt. Patricia Davids
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Tamping down her impatience, Rebecca recognized Dan’s exceptional act of charity for the gift it was. “Danki, my friend. God will bless your generosity. If you will excuse us, I wish also to thank the man who outbid you for the quilt. Do you see him?”
“Ja,” Daniel replied. “He is in line waiting to pay. Before you go, I wanted to ask both of you to supper this coming Sunday. Unless you have other plans? My sister is coming and she can cook a fine meal.”
“We do not have other plans,” Vera answered before Rebecca could come up with a workable excuse.
Daniel was a good man and a friend, but Rebecca couldn’t bring herself to see him as anything else. If her aunt was right and he wished to court her, he was in for a letdown.
“Excellent. What time shall I expect you?” His delight was clear.
Rebecca waited impatiently for the two of them to work out the details. She wanted to find Booker and speak to him before he left Hope Springs for good.
She wanted to thank him, yes, but there was another reason. One she didn’t understand. She felt compelled to speak with him again. It didn’t make any sense but she had learned to follow her instincts when her sight failed her.
Vera and Daniel continued discussing his dinner invitation. Suddenly, Rebecca couldn’t wait any longer. “If you’ll excuse me, I must go.”
She unfolded her cane and moved forward, swinging it side to side as she went. Vera caught up with her. “Rebecca, what is wrong with you? That was rude.”
“I don’t want to miss speaking to Mr. Booker. Do you see him? Where is he?”
“Straight ahead of you, but slow down before you trip.”
The line Gideon stood in moved quickly toward a set of tables where he could collect his expensive new quilt. He hoped they’d take a personal check. The bidding had far exceeded the amount of cash in his pocket. If they wouldn’t take his check, he’d have to use his credit card and hope it didn’t put him over his limit. This venture was foolhardy and expensive, but he was glad he had come.
When he reached the table, he took off his glasses and hung them on his shirt pocket. “Do you accept personal checks?”
The man at the table looked up and Gideon’s heart dropped when he recognized his cousin, Adam Troyer, beneath the wide-brimmed straw hat. He was ten years older and sported the beard of a married man, but there was no mistaking him. Gideon steeled his heart against the humiliation to come and prayed he wouldn’t be recognized.
Adam’s eyes grew round. “Gideon? Is that you?”
So much for remaining incognito.
Surging to his feet, Adam grabbed Gideon’s hand and began pumping it in a hearty shake. “I can’t believe my eyes. What’s it been? Seven, eight years?”
“Ten,” Gideon croaked.
“Too long. What’s the matter with your voice? You sound terrible.”
“Laryngitis. It sounds worse than it is.”
“What are you doing here?” Adam finally released Gideon’s hand.
“Buying a quilt.”
“Which one?”
“The one made by Rebecca Beachy.” Gideon handed over the yellow card with his number on it.
“So, you were the bidder! I didn’t recognize you from across the room. There is a lot of speculation going on about you. This is the most any quilt has brought in the history of Hope Springs.” Adam nodded toward the women folding and packing the quilts into boxes behind him. They were all glancing his way.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not have everyone know who I am. Have you forgotten? I’m under the ban.”
Adam’s face grew pensive. “I had forgotten. Like you, I went out into the world for many years, but God brought me home. We would welcome you back to the church with great joy, Gideon.”
“I’m not here to rejoin the faith. I’m only here to help Rebecca. She and I were…close once.”
“I remember. We all thought you’d marry.”
“So did I, but life doesn’t often turn out the way we plan.”
“Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”
Gideon gave his cousin a wry smile. “I should know that one.”
“It’s from Proverbs.”
“Guess you can tell I haven’t been reading my Bible.”
Adam’s gaze softened. “It’s never too late, Gideon.”
Pulling out his checkbook, Gideon ignored his cousin’s comment and wrote a check for the price of the quilt. “If Rebecca learns the money came from me, from an ex-Amish, she might not accept it. I don’t want to make trouble for her.”
“I understand. After this meeting I will not know you, but it sure is goot to see you. Where are you staying?”
“I’m not staying. I’m driving back to Rochester, New York, tonight.”
“Rochester? Nee, you aren’t driving that way. The sheriff just told us the interstate has been closed south of Akron due to the ice storm.”
“You’re joking.” This was a complication Gideon hadn’t foreseen. He should have paid more attention to the weather forecast before jumping in his car and driving three hundred and fifty miles.
“It’s settled,” Adam declared. “You’re staying with us. My wife, Emma, and I run the Wadler Inn. You can’t miss it. It’s on Main Street at the edge of town. We’re normally booked solid during the auction, but we’ve had a couple of cancellations.”
Gideon glanced around to make sure no one was listening. He leaned closer. “I’m under the ban, cousin. You cannot offer me a place to stay. Just speaking to me could cause trouble for you.”
“You let me worry about that. The bishop here is a good man and just. Unlike your old bishop in Berlin, he is not eager to condemn a man for his sins. He truly believes in forgiveness. Besides, it is my duty to pray for you and to give aid to those in need. You look like you’re in need. Go to the inn when you leave here and tell the man at the front desk that I sent you. There is no need to mention that you are my wayward cousin.”
“Thanks, Adam. I appreciate it. Is there anyone else who might recognize me?” Gideon slipped his sunglasses back on. He knew what Adam was risking by associating with him. He risked being shunned by members of his church. Gideon wouldn’t stay if it meant trouble for Adam.
“Some of my family lives near here, but they did not come today. I’m not sure they would know you. You are much changed.”
Relieved, Gideon signed his check and left it lying on the table knowing Adam should not accept anything from his hand.
With a slight nod, Adam acknowledged Gideon’s thoughtfulness.
Gideon caught sight of Rebecca and her aunt making their way through the crowd in his direction. Turning back to Adam, he said, “As soon as the roads are open I’m out of here.”
Adam’s face grew serious. “Life doesn’t always work out as we plan.”
“If Rebecca asks for my name, tell her I wish to remain anonymous.”
“I can do that. It is good to see you, cousin. I have missed you. All your family has missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too. How are…how are my parents?”
“I had a letter from them just last week. They are well. Your brother Levi has a new son. That makes four boys for him