A Hope Beyond
J
UDITH
P
ELLA
T
RACIE
P
ETERSON
A Hope Beyond
Copyright © 1997
Judith Pella and Tracie Peterson
Cover design by John Hamilton Design
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E-book edition created 2010
ISBN 978-1-4412-0714-2
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To
Laura Sutter
“I have been
and always shall be
your friend.”
Thanks for being my friend.
Love, Judy
Contents
PART ONE -
December 1836—January 1837
PART TWO -
February 1837—January 1838
PART THREE -
June—November 1842
37 / Deceptions and Discoveries
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream
J
OHN
K
EATS
Carolina Adams, a young woman of spirit and determination, enjoyed a pampered life in Oakbridge, her family’s plantation, outside of Falls Church, Virginia.
Growing up as one of the middle siblings in a household of seven brothers and sisters, Carolina had always been eager to understand the world around her. Young ladies of the 1830s were not encouraged to educate themselves in the ways of masculine studies such as mathematics and science, but Carolina, ever the unconventional, desired to cross those boundaries. She was especially enthralled with the railroad, which she fell in love with the first time she saw a train roar into Washington City. When her indulgent father, Joseph Adams, permitted her a tutor, James Baldwin, Carolina began to realize part of her dream. Carolina’s older sister, Virginia, also hoped her dreams to be fulfilled by James Baldwin—her more conventional dreams of becoming a proper southern wife.
Carolina was thrilled to have a tutor; however, James, who was once employed by the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, put her off regarding the subject of railroads, causing Carolina to seek out the reason for his reticence. James had been involved in a railroad accident that seriously injured him and took the life of his friend and mentor, Phineas Davis. Thus, his delight and enthusiasm about railroad work was dimmed to the point that he actually feared riding a train again.
During his recovery James was thrust into the job of tutoring Carolina Adams, and of courting her older sister Virginia. James had not been eager to marry, desiring to establish his career with the railroad first, but his father finally pressured James toward matrimony because the failing family finances desperately needed him to make a good marriage.
What no one expected, least of all they, was that James and Carolina should fall in love with each other. James found healing in Carolina’s friendship, and as she helped him come to terms with the past, James began to visualize his future with the railroad once more. In turn, Carolina found in James a man who was not threatened by her intelligence and regard for learning. She also found a soul mate with whom she desired to spend the rest of her life. Unfortunately, he had all but committed himself to Virginia, and Carolina was too insecure in her love to dare come between them, much less reveal her feelings to James. Likewise, James refused to confront his growing affection for Carolina.
Torn by his conflicting feelings toward the two sisters, and pressured by family expectations, James allowed himself to be carried along by events, soon finding himself engaged to Virginia. But eventually realizing he could not marry a woman he didn’t love, James broke off the engagement with Virginia. However, in order to save her from too much social embarrassment, he allowed Virginia to publicly break the engagement herself. Then, unable to face Carolina and the social ostracism his ungentlemanly behavior would cause, James left Oakbridge and Washington for a position with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, a job that would take him far away to unsettled lands. Carolina, steeped in sorrow over the recent death of her baby sister Maryland, found the loss of James to be just as devastating.
To help Carolina through her desolation, her father, a man of deep faith, led her to a rekindled hope that is found in Jesus, and Carolina gained a deeper, more personal faith in Christ. Her desires for the future, an education, a working involvement with the railroad, and James Baldwin were all a part of her distant dreams, but with her newfound faith, Carolina learned there is a hope beyond. . . .
Part I
December 1836—January 1837
These railroads—could but the whistle be made musical, and
the rumble and the jar got rid of—are positively the greatest
blessing that the ages have wrought out for us. They give us
wings; they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage;
they spiritualize travel!
—N
ATHANIEL
H
AWTHORNE
T
HE
H
OUSE OF THE
S
EVEN
G
ABLES
Carolina Adams gave a halfhearted glance at the list of Christmas gift advertisements in her current issue of the
American Railroad Journal
. She was far more interested in the articles about advancements in locomotive design. The railroad magazine, a gift from her tutor and friend James Baldwin, was not only her window into the world of railroads but also a pleasant source of news from around the country, sometimes even the world.
She was well aware of the fact that the
Journal
was not the most acceptable reading material for young ladies of sixteen, but upon its weekly arrival to Oakbridge Plantation, Carolina avidly read it from cover to cover. It was her link to the railroad, and the railroad had become her link to the future.
Very few people understood her love of this smoke-spewing beast. Railroads and locomotives were subjects best left to men. And, in a society where many people believed that such knowledge could very well cause a woman to go insane, Carolina had to fight hard to be allowed even a glimpse into such subjects. Only her father and James truly understood. But James was gone and her father was terribly preoccupied these days.
So, it seemed at times the technical pages of the magazine offered her far more than information. In a way, her moments alone with it were a kind of comfort, a link to when times had been carefree and happy.
“Ladies’ hats by Willington and Tombs,” she muttered to herself, glancing back at the open page. “For the best specimens of ladies’ and misses’ satin and beaver hats.” She noted this advertisement, thinking again of Christmas. Her sister Virginia had a far greater appreciation of such finery than Carolina. Perhaps a hat would make a nice gift for her.