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Authors: Linore Rose Burkard
Before the Season Ends
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Christina writes…
“I received my copy of
Before the Season Ends
yesterday and have already finished it…I literally could not put it down…I can’t wait for the sequel!”
Catherine writes…
“I got your book in the mail yesterday, started reading it, and could not put it down. It is delightful! It seems to me to be a bit like
Pride and Prejudice,
which is my very favorite novel of all time.”
Viola writes…
“Just had to write a note and let you know that I have finished
Before the Season Ends.
It was great. Will there be another book about [Ariana] or her sisters?”
THE SEASON
ENDS
LINORE ROSE BURKARD
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
BEFORE THE SEASON ENDS
Copyright © 2008 by Linore Rose Burkard
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Burkard, Linore Rose
Before the season ends / Linore Rose Burkard.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-7369-2551-8 (pbk.)
I. Title.
PS3602.U754B44 2008
813’ .6—dc22
2008020667
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To the memory of my grandmother, Marie Rose, for always believing; and my parents, for their love of reading.
Special thanks to my editor, Nick Harrison, who, (besides having a cool name) is great to work with and who brought me to Harvest House Publishers; to Helen Hancox and Charlotte Hails, my trusty British resource people, for their friendship, suggestions, and corrections. And to my wonderful husband, Michael, the computer wiz, (where would I be without my laptop?) who has never questioned my obsession with writing; and to my children, for their patience and understanding. You are all priceless!
Chesterton, Hertfordshire
England
1813
S
omething would have to be done about Ariana.
All winter Miss Ariana Forsythe, aged nineteen, had been going about the house sighing.
“Mr. Hathaway is my lot in life!”
She spoke as though the prospect of that life was a great burden to bear, but one to which she had properly reconciled herself. When her declarations met with exasperation or reproach from her family—for no one else was convinced Mr. Hathaway, the rector, was her lot—she usually responded in a perplexed manner. Hadn’t they understood that her calling was to wed a man of the cloth? Was there another man of God, other than their rector, available to her? No. It only stood to reason, therefore, that Mr. Hathaway was her lot in life. Their cold reception to the thought of the marriage was unfathomable.
When she was seventeen (a perfectly respectable marrying age), Ariana had romantic hopes about a young and brilliant assistant to the rector, one Mr. Stresham. It was shortly after meeting him, in fact, that she had formed the opinion the Almighty was calling her to marry a man of God. Mr. Stresham even had the approval of her parents. But the man soon took a situation in another parish without asking Ariana to accompany him as his wife. She was disappointed, but not one to give up easily, continued to speak of “the calling,” waiting in hope for
another Mr. Stresham of sorts. But no man came. And now she had reached the conclusion that Mr. Hathaway—Mr. Hathaway, the rector (approaching the age of sixty!), would have to do.
Her parents, Charles and Julia Forsythe, were sitting in their comfortably furnished morning room, Julia with a cup of tea before her, and Charles with his newspaper. A steady warmth was emanating from the hearth.
“What shall we do about Ariana?” Mrs. Forsythe, being an observant mother, had been growing in her conviction that the situation called for action.
“What do you suggest, my dear?” Her husband reluctantly folded his paper; he knew his wife wanted a discussion of the matter, and he would get precious little reading done until she had gotten it.