Buckeye Dreams (16 page)

He squeezed her small hand. “Thank you,” he whispered. Looking closely, he could just make out through the veil her small smile and a tear rolling down her cheek. While he took out his pocket watch to check the time, she wiped it away with her handkerchief. “It’s nearly three and there’s supposed to be an oration on the east lawn,” he offered.

She nodded her approval and they made their way over.

A great number of people had already gathered, and Daniel could not get them very close to the platform, which had been erected in front of the east entrance of the statehouse. But he knew they would be well within earshot of the speakers, provided they spoke loudly enough.

People closed in around them, and he and Katherine had to stand quite close to one another. He therefore allowed himself the luxury of placing his arm around her small waist to keep her from being jostled.

He glanced down and saw he was close enough to make out her face quite clearly through the veil. Dark lashes lay against her pale cheeks, and she didn’t return his gaze.

Tearing his eyes away, he watched the dignitaries step up onto the platform. He immediately recognized Major General Joseph Hooker, who had once commanded the Army of the Potomac, along with several other generals. A military band played a dirge, and a choral selection was sung before a prayer was offered up.

The state senator from Chillicothe, the Honorable Job E. Stevenson, rose and began to speak. “Ohio mourns, America mourns,” he said. “The civilized world will mourn the cruel death of Abraham Lincoln, the brave, the wise, the good; bravest, wisest, best of men.”

The crowd was deathly silent as State Senator Stevenson spoke. He summarized President Lincoln’s life, his rise to office, his steadfast service during the war, and the forgiveness he offered the South in his last inaugural address. “But he is slain,” he then declared. “Slain by slavery.”

Daniel looked around as more than a few people began to murmur and nod.

“That fiend incarnate did the deed. Beaten in battle, the leaders sought to save slavery by assassination.” The murmurs grew louder as State Senator Stevenson continued, and several people shouted as he declared the souls of murdered Union soldiers would rise up in judgment against the South. “Let us beware the Delilah of the South, who has so lately betrayed our strong man. Let the ‘Prodigals’ feed on the husks till they come in repentance, and ask to be received in their father’s house—not as the equals to their faithful brethren but on a level with their former servants.”

Katherine swayed, and Daniel looked down at her in alarm. Even through the veil he could see how pale she was, and he moved her through the crowd until they came to an open area of the lawn near the north exit.

She leaned heavily against him for a moment before raising her face to his. “Oh Daniel, I can’t stay,” she whispered tearfully.

He grasped her by the arms and pulled her close. “You
can’t
go.”

W
hy?” Katherine whispered and then caught her breath at the look on Daniel’s face. As she gazed into his soft green eyes, a sharp thrill shot through her chest. In the back of her mind, something told her if it wasn’t for the veil and their current surroundings … The thought made her dizzy, and she grasped the front of his jacket for support.

People glanced at them as they passed, and he quickly loosened his grip. “Come on,” he said deeply as he slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. “We should start heading back toward the train station.”

Katherine gripped his arm tightly as they moved through the busy city streets. She didn’t dare put into conscious thought what she had seen in his eyes. She still wasn’t quite sure she could believe it.

What about Adele? He’d seemed so attentive to the young widow the past several days. But then Katherine’s thoughts swung to the way he would look at her and the way he’d held her in the parlor the day he brought Adele and Jacob to the farm. And he said he wanted to talk to her. Alone. She had assumed it would be a confession of what he was feeling for Adele, so she’d planned on making every effort to avoid him. Now she wasn’t so sure.

The train ride back to Delaware was crowded, and they were both happy to get out into the fresh evening air. Jeremiah was waiting with the carriage and Scioto at the station, and they drove him back to Professor Harris’s home before going on their way.

Dusk was setting in as they journeyed home. It was nearly an hour between Delaware and the farm, plenty of time to talk.

Katherine buried her hands in the folds of her dress, clenched tightly so Daniel wouldn’t see how they shook. Her heart felt like a drum. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Daniel—far,
far
from it—but this was a situation she had never faced in all her life. What was she supposed to do? What if she was wrong? What if she was right? The latter thought caused a thrill to run straight through to her fingertips. As her mind whirled in nervous confusion, Daniel spoke and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“You can probably take off the bonnet now,” he said.

Her heart raced so fast she began to feel ill. She glanced at him. “Don’t—don’t you think I should wait until after Bellepoint?”

Bellepoint was east of the farm, and Elijah Carr did a good deal of business in the town. When they had rode through that morning, Daniel told her to be sure to keep her face hidden. He now gave her a funny look and shrugged. “Most people will be turned in by the time we ride through. And I’m sure Carr is home by now. His farm isn’t even within sight of the road.”

“Well, best be safe than sorry,” she murmured.

He gave her a slightly bemused, knowing look but said nothing in reply.

Even when they were well past Bellepoint, Katherine couldn’t bring herself to even lift the bonnet’s veil, much less take it off. She fussed and fidgeted, avoiding Daniel’s gaze. Fortunately, he said nothing, and they rode the rest of the way home in silence.

It was dark by the time they reached the house. When Katherine attempted to get out of the carriage, the thickness of the veil nearly caused her to fall out. She felt Daniel take her by the arms and settle her safely on the ground.

His voice was filled with tender amusement as he spoke to her. “Katherine, take that silly thing off before you break your pretty little neck.”

With shaking hands, she removed the pins and untied the hat, laying it aside on the carriage seat. She turned around to find him standing very close to her, and it was difficult to keep a straight thought in her head. Looking past him, she noticed the house was dark. “Oh,” she breathed. “They must have turned in.”

His eyes never left her. “Well, it is late.”

Katherine stared at the ground. Her heart had begun its furious pounding again, and she hid her hands in the folds of her skirt.

Daniel lifted her chin with a gentle finger, and she was forced to look at him. Moonlight danced in his green eyes as his hand cupped her face. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” His voice was deep and soft.

As his thumb stroked her cheek, Katherine found herself reaching out to hold on to him. Her legs had suddenly become quite weak. She felt his hand slide around her waist, pulling her closer still. “What did you want to say?” she murmured.

“Only this,” he whispered as his lips brushed hers.

Katherine’s hands quickly wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders, and the kiss deepened. This was what she’d been dreaming about.

Of course! This was all a dream. She’d wake up within the next few seconds like she always did and find nothing in her arms but a pillow. But instead of waking up, she found Daniel had lifted his head to look at her with such tenderness it was all she could do to not cry.

“Now do you understand why you can’t go?”

She nodded. Breathless, she buried her head in his chest for a moment. “Why … why did you call me pretty?”

His lips brushed the top of her head. “Why shouldn’t I?” he whispered.

Her voice shook as she answered. “Oh, Daniel, I’m not. I’m just this drab little … nothing.”

“No. Don’t even think that.” The firmness of his voice caused her to look up and meet his gaze. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and not just here,” he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek once more. “Your sweet spirit shines through everything you say and do. Especially through your incredible eyes.”

“Incredible?
My
eyes?” she gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing. “You’ve
seen
my eyes, haven’t you?”

“On more than one occasion.” He smiled.

“You must have taken leave of your senses then, Daniel Kirby! My eyes are the least—” Before she could say more, he was tenderly kissing her again.

“I could lose myself in your eyes for the rest of my life,” he finally murmured, making a point of gazing into them for a long while before he spoke again. “I love you, Katherine Wallace.”

She stared at him. “This is one of the nicest dreams I’ve ever had.”

“You think you’re dreaming?” he asked incredulously.

“I must be. In half a minute it’ll be morning, and I’ll wake up to have you tell me you’re really in love with Adele.”

“Adele?” He laughed. “Adele is like a sister to me. What I feel for her is nothing like what I feel for you.” Daniel bent his head to kiss her once more when they both caught sight of a soft light coming from the parlor window. “I guess Aunt Mary waited up after all.” He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead before stepping away to lead Scioto and the carriage to the barn.

Katherine watched him, dazed, before remembering herself. Since this was all a dream, she might as well tell him how she felt. She’d woken up too soon all the other times. “Daniel!”

He was back beside her in an instant. “What?”

“Oh … I know I’m only dreaming. I love you.”

“You’re not dreaming.” He smiled and reached up to stroke her cheek. “I’ll prove you wrong in the morning.”

“I dearly hope so.”

D
aniel stepped out of the barn the next morning, having finished the chores and dressed for church, when he caught sight of Katherine on her way to the henhouse. She walked in before he could get her attention, and he decided to wait for her.

He leaned against the whitewashed clapboard with a pounding heart. He remembered how deeply Nate had loved Adele and the affection his parents had for one another, but he never really expected to find love himself. Instead, he had seen himself remaining a bachelor like Professor Harris. Not for lack of prospects of course. A number of girls from Ohio Wesleyan’s female college had chased after him, and he had courted a couple of them. But the relationships hadn’t lasted; he’d been far too interested in his studies and the young ladies too interested in catching a husband.

But Katherine was different. Daniel found in her someone who would willingly join him in his studies. She didn’t sigh and look bored when he spoke of poetry or mythology. She had a passion for learning and, more importantly, a passion for the Lord.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch, tipping the small gold ring it contained into his palm. Aunt Mary had given him his mother’s wedding ring the day after he’d come home, and he’d carried it with him ever since. The morning sun glinted off the golden crisscrossing lines along the band, an Irish pattern. It had been in the Kirby family for generations.

Just then one of the cows lowed and he frowned.
You’re a farmer now
, he thought as he returned the heirloom to his pocket. What right did he have offering her that kind of life? Oh, she seemed contented enough, but could he be satisfied knowing she would be far better suited as a professor’s wife?

The henhouse door opened, and Daniel deliberately pushed the thought aside. He was eager to prove to her that his declaration last night hadn’t been a dream.

Katherine set down a heavy basket of eggs, and as she turned to close the door, he grasped her hand and pulled her into his arms. Before she could say a word, he was kissing her, slowly and deeply.

“Daniel Aaron Kirby!” she gasped weakly. “Mary will see.”

“Right now I don’t care if the entire state of Ohio sees us or hears me telling you how much I love you.” His arms tightened around her. “Still believe it’s a dream?”

Her eyes softened and she bit her lip as a shy smile crept over her face. “No,” she whispered.

It was all he could do to not kiss her again. Instead, he let her go and, picking up the basket of eggs, took her hand. “Come on. I’ll walk you in.” He relished the feel of her fingers entwined with his, and as they walked he caught her glancing at him. “What?”

“You’re wearing your uniform again.”

The admiring look in her eyes gave him such a rush he almost forgot to answer. “I thought it was only proper to wear this to services until the president is laid to rest later this week.” He stopped, and she looked at him questioningly. “Come to church this morning.”

“Daniel, I shouldn’t,” she replied, looking away.

“You’ve never really explained why you feel you have to do this,” he said. “You know it’s only going to take longer for them to heal and accept you.”

“Is it? Seems to me the less they see of me—”

“The less they’ll think about what they need to be doing, which is accepting you because you’re their sister in Christ. Being Southern should have nothing to do with it.” He pulled her forward and kissed her on the forehead. “Do you know what Adele told me?”

“What?”

“She said being around you is helping her let go of the pain and anger she’s been feeling.”

“She blamed me for Nate’s death,” she murmured.

“She did. But your example has shown her what she needs to do. Don’t you think that’s what you should do for the people at Mill Creek Church?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but Mary called to them from the kitchen door. “Will you two be joining us for breakfast?”

Inside, as they sat down at the table, Daniel noticed that Adele was wearing a dress of pale blue, the skirt being held out by numerous petticoats. Her hair was pulled neatly back in a chignon, and she looked almost like her old self. “Are you coming with Aunt Mary and me this morning, Adele?” he asked.