The Calling of Emily Evans (29 page)

You can send your answer home with Aunt Moll. She will be in to
do her grocery shopping on Thursday as usual, and she promised me she
would drop by. A simple yes or no will do—though I do hope with all of
my heart it will be a yes.

Sincerely,
Shad.

Emily was both puzzled and exhilarated.
What does it all mean?
she wondered.
Shad is coming home, and he has much he wants to talk
about. Where has he been, and what has he been doing? How come Mrs.
Reilly hasn’t mentioned him? It doesn’t sound as if there’s been any kind
of rift between the Reillys and their nephew.

And so her thoughts churned round and round in her mind. Emily was glad it was Thursday. She was sure she couldn’t have waited one more day for some insight into the unusual letter.

When Mrs. Reilly called to drop off Emily’s eggs and milk, she had a little smile about her lips.“Did you get a letter?” she wanted to know.

Emily nodded.“I did. But it was rather—rather strange. Shad didn’t say where he was or where he’s been. It was all somewhat mysterious. What’s been happening, anyway?”

“Now, Emily,” began Mrs. Reilly, “Shad made me promise long ago that I would say nothing until he felt it the right time. I guess he feels that the time is now—he’s coming this weekend, you know.”

Emily felt her heart pounding, but she was still puzzled.“I know.

He—he asked me to tell you whether he could—could see me or not.”

“And what is your answer?” inquired Mrs. Reilly.

“Well, of course I will see him,” responded Emily quickly and then blushed.“I mean—I often wondered about him, how he was doing and all.”

Mrs. Reilly smiled again.“When?” she asked.

“When—when will he want to see me?”

“Well, as soon as he can, I expect. He’s arriving Friday. Tomorrow. Around four, I should think. He can pick you up and bring you out to the house.”

“No,” said Emily impulsively.“Tell him I’ll meet him about—about five—by the fishing hole. He’ll know the one I mean,” she finished in a rush.

Mrs. Reilly smiled again and leaned to kiss Emily on the cheek.“Shad will be pleased, I’m sure. And after you’ve had your little talk, come for supper,” she invited.“In fact, plan to come for the night. We might want to spend Saturday together.”

Emily puzzled even more as the woman left the house, but she had little time to dream about what might happen on the morrow. If she was to while away her Saturday visiting the Reillys, she had to prepare for Sunday lessons now. She at once set to work, though she did find it terribly hard to concentrate.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Partners in Service

Emily did manage to collect her thoughts enough to have her Sunday school lesson and her little sermon ready. She even had a bit of time to spare and carefully washed her hair and brushed it until it was shining.

She pressed her best skirt and tied a new ribbon on her favorite blouse, then polished her worn walking shoes with the remainder of her black polish.

I don’t quite know why I’m fussing so,
she told herself. But deep down inside, Emily did know. Shad was coming home. She didn’t know why he wished to see her, but for the moment it was enough that he did.

Emily held herself in check until four o’clock and then she could stand it no longer. It would take her only about thirty-five minutes to arrive at the spot on the creek bank—but it would do no harm if she was early.
Shad won’t know of my impatience. He won’t arrive until
five,
she reasoned.

With burning cheeks and pounding heart Emily set out.

It was a beautiful summer day. Lazy clouds drifted loosely across the sky, looking like wandering sheep feeding in a meadow of blue.
That one looks like a horse at full gallop,
she noted.
And that one like a
rose with silvery petals. Oh, now it’s changing into a frog, ready to make
a giant leap.
Emily laughed at her own imaginings and tried to slow her hurried pace.

“It’s not proper to be so eager to meet a young man,” she scolded under her breath and forced herself to slow down.

The wild roses filled the summer air with the sweetness of their blossoms, drawing the honey bees to fill their cups at the waiting storehouse. Emily smiled as she watched them dipping into one flower after another.

Emily was intent on reaching the creek and sitting beneath the shade of the poplar trees so she might quiet her impatient heart and control her emotions before Shad arrived. But to Emily’s surprise, Shad was already there and waiting in the very spot where she expected to gain her control.

“Hello,” she greeted him shyly.“It’s been a long time.”

Shad stepped forward and took her hand in his.“It has,” he said, looking deeply into Emily’s shining eyes.

He released her hand and led her to the place where he had spread his jacket on a fallen log.

“Sit down,” he invited, his voice filled with eagerness. And Emily was only too glad for a chance to sit.

“You haven’t changed,” remarked Shad rather shyly, and then added softly, “I’m glad.”

Emily felt the color rise in her face.
You haven’t changed either,
she was going to say. He still made her heart beat faster, her cheeks flush.
But no. No, that isn’t right. There is something different about you. I’m
not quite sure what it is yet, but—you seem—you seem more—more …
her thoughts went on.

But Shad was speaking.

“Boy, I have practiced this little speech over and over, and now that the time has come to make it—I don’t know where to start.”

Emily looked at him with questions in her eyes.

Shad ran a hand through his thick hair and laughed nervously.“Well, I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. So much for prepared speeches.”

He laughed again and reached for Emily’s hand. She did not withdraw it, even though she wondered at his action.

“Remember when we first met?” asked Shad, and Emily nodded slowly.

She didn’t suppose she would ever forget.

“Well, you—you impressed me. The way you took my teasing. Your seriousness over your call to the ministry. But at the same time—to think of you as the—the preacher in town made me—well, I felt mixed-up and angry.

“You see, my father had been a preacher—and at one time I thought that I would be a preacher, too, and then my mother got sick. Really sick—but there was no money for a doctor. We watched her get weaker and weaker every day.”

Shad paused, the memory still very painful on his face.

“And then, without warning, we lost Dad. He had been the strong one—but he was gone—suddenly—with a heart attack. There was no money, no pension, no place for us to live. We had to move into a tiny two-room shack, and I watched as Mother’s health continued to fail.”

Emily’s eyes misted. She could well imagine the pain of the young boy.

“Well, I decided if that was the way God took care of His preachers, I wasn’t going to be one. And I told Mother so in no uncertain words.”

He paused again.

“Uncle George and Aunt Moll heard of our situation. They came and got us both, and we lived with them until Mother’s death. As soon as Mother was gone, I headed for the city and a job that would care for me in my old age.

“I had a good job—when I met you. But I wasn’t happy. And there you were, a little bit of a girl, struggling with the work of running a church. I knew that if I—and other young men like me—hadn’t shirked my responsibilities, you wouldn’t need to carry all that weight alone.

“It bothered me. But I tried not to let it show. Instead, I had the crazy idea of wooing you away from your calling.

“Well,” he smiled softly at Emily, “that didn’t work either. You put me in my place, in quick order. And I also realized that if it had worked, I would have been terribly disappointed in you. I guess I wanted you to be stronger—more committed—than I had been.

“But I still couldn’t get away from the fact that you had been true to your calling and I had turned my back on it. It bothered me—day and night.

“At last I decided to do something about it. I wasn’t happy anyway. I might as well do what I had been called to do.

“So I made things right with the Lord and set off to do what I should have done in the first place.”

“You mean—you mean—?” asked Emily.

“I quit my job and went off to train for the ministry.”

Emily’s eyes grew big.

“You’re a minister?”

“Not quite. I still have some more schooling ahead.”

“Oh-h,” murmured Emily, her voice barely audible.

His grip on her hand tightened.

“What will Aunt Moll say?” wondered Emily.

Shad laughed.“Aunt Moll has already said everything there is to be said,” he told her.

“She knows?”

“She has always known. Aunt Moll has sent regular packages of cookies and toilet articles. She said that they were more than happy to have Mother’s prayers answered and her son in the ministry—where he belongs.” He blinked quickly several times. Emily tightened her grip on his hand.

“Aunt Moll never said a thing to me,” she said in a puzzled tone.

“That’s because I asked her not to.”

Emily was shocked, and her expression told him so.

“I wanted to be sure,” he explained.“Sure that I was going into the ministry for the right reasons. Because I had a call—not because I had a crush.”

Emily felt her face flush again.

“And do you have a call?” she asked softly.

“I do. I’m sure of it now. God has confirmed it in a number of ways. I don’t feel worthy to serve, but I am willing to give my life to it. He will need to take me—and use me. I’m nothing in myself.”

Emily smiled.“That’s the best news I’ve ever heard!” she exclaimed.

“No wonder you didn’t want to share it in a letter.”

Shad released her hand and stood to his feet. For a moment he watched the swirl of the creek water. A dragonfly dipped for a water bug. Above them baby robins quarreled in the nest over who would get the proffered worm.

“That isn’t what I didn’t want to write in the letter,” he said slowly.

Emily’s eyes widened. Shad reached for her hand and helped her to her feet.

He was very close to her. She could feel her heart pounding. She felt she should move back to get some room, some perspective, but she was rooted to the spot, not wanting to move away.

“What I couldn’t write in the letter is the—the fact that I care for you, Emily. Deeply. You have both my respect and my—my love. I was hoping—praying—that you might find it in your heart to honor me with permission to call—to write when I’m away—and perhaps, if God wills it …”

Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She wondered if she was hearing him correctly.

“Could you—would you, Emily?” he asked huskily.

Emily wanted to answer but she couldn’t find the words.

“I know this is sudden—that I have no reason to think you care at all for me—except—except the look in your eyes long ago when you told me that you’d pray. Have you prayed, Emily?”

Emily nodded, still silent.

“Has God answered?”

“Oh-h, oh, yes,” murmured Emily with deep emotion.

Shad reached out to take Emily by the shoulders. He looked searchingly into her hazel eyes.

“And the answer?” he prompted.

Emily swallowed. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked steadily into Shad’s.“It—it would seem the answer is yes,” she whispered.“God has called you again into His ministry. And—this time you are choosing obedience. I—I have never had a prayer answered more—more fully.” And Emily’s eyes shone with the marvel of answered prayer.

Shad smiled and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m so glad God answers prayer,” he whispered, and Emily blushed.

“Oh, but I didn’t pray for this,” she protested hastily, drawing back, her face red at the thought that Shad might think she’d prayed for his love.

But Shad quickly silenced her.“I did,” he said softly as his arms closed about her, holding her tenderly, his cheek against hers.“I did. If God so willed.”

And Emily smiled softly to herself as her arms lifted slowly to encircle his neck.