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Tired of studying. Tired of bending over the printed pages. Tired of trying to fit all the historical facts into her weary brain.

She lifted herself from the straight-backed wooden chair and walked to the window. Her left hand reached out to the lace curtain and lifted it back, allowing her to see the silent scene before her. Had it not been for the moon smiling down from overhead, she would have seen nothing but blackness. As it was, all she could make out was the outline of another building, looming dark and plain in the silvery light.

Emily knew the scene by heart. She had looked out upon it many times since her arrival at Gethsemene Bible School nestled in the western Canadian town of Regis. Not a large school, it was not known for its greatness. Only those interested in its teachings seemed to be aware that it even existed. Except for the town folk, of course. To them it was another way of adding to their coffers in the sale of produce toiletries and winter boots.

There were only four buildings on the small campus. The main structure housed the two classrooms, the library, and the offices. The ladies’ residence was to the right and the men’s to the left. Behind the main building and centrally located between the dormitories was the small chapel. Emily wished she could see it from her window. It was the chapel that was dearest to her heart.

She turned silently from the dark window so she would not disturb the sleeping form in the bed across the small room.

“I’ve studied quite enough,” she murmured quietly.“What I don’t know will just have to be left unknown. I can’t think one moment longer.”

She looked at the sleeping form.
How can she breeze through the exams so easily?
was Emily’s exasperated thought.
She never needs to study.

Emily’s dour assessment was not quite accurate. Ruth Raemore did study. But of course it was unnecessary for her to spend the time over her textbooks that Emily did. Though Emily was not brilliant, neither was she a poor student. Her high grades throughout her school days had resulted from disciplined hours of study. In Bible school, anxious to make the most of her years in training, she quickly found that diligent studying was the only way to make good grades.

The silence was broken by the unmistakable squeak of the second step of the stairs. Emily’s head lifted, her breath catching in a little gasp. She did not hesitate to wonder who was making the silent ascent up those stairs and, then, down the hall. Each night the rooms were checked after “light’s out,” and Emily was tardy again.

As quietly as she could, she hurried across the distance between the window and the desk and quickly turned out her light. She could hear the quiet opening and closing of doors as the woman made her way down the line of bedrooms. With one swift movement Emily was out of her shoes and under the covers beside the sleeping Ruth.

Ruth stirred, turned over on her other side, and resumed deep breathing. Emily held her breath and made sure the covers were tucked snugly under her chin. Then turning her back to the door, praying inwardly that all of her long skirt had followed her under the quilt, she closed her eyes and waited.

Her door soon opened softly and with the light that filtered in from the hall, Emily could imagine herself being counted. Two forms in the bed. Two young ladies properly retired for the night. The door closed just as softly and Emily could sense, more than hear, the silent figure move on down the hall to the last room on the left.

Emily breathed again. She was saved from a scolding or more kitchen duty—at least for this time.

She dared not stir until she heard the footsteps descend the stairs. At last all was silent, and Emily folded back the covers and rose from the bed.

Now in the dark, Emily felt her way across the floor and removed the combs from her hair. She shook out the long strands, her fingers running idly through its silkiness. Tonight she didn’t even stop to mourn the fact that her hair was plain—plain brown. Quite dark brown. How often she had looked at Ruth’s raven black tresses, or Olive Tyndale’s glowing blond crown, and longed for her hair to be such a color. But tonight she was too tired to care.

She stumbled over her kicked-off shoes as she felt her way to the clothes cupboard where her nightgown hung. She could not even see to properly hang up the clothes she had lifted over her head. She reached out and released them, hoping they were placed on the chair where she had been sitting. She wasn’t sure if she heard them slide to the floor or not, but she did not feel for them in the darkness. She slipped into the printed flannel gown and carefully made her way back across the floor. The cold boards gave way to the braided rug, and she knew she had headed in the right direction.

Carefully she eased herself again into bed beside Ruth and snuggled into the warm blankets. She hadn’t realized how chilly the room had become until she felt the warmth of the bed. Her sore muscles seemed to soak up the heat, and her head, now nestled on the pillow, began to ache in protest.

She chided herself.
I must start getting to bed earlier or I’ll be sick again—just like Father warned.

But even before Emily closed her tired eyes, she argued back.

But how can I? If I don’t study, I’ll never make it. They might not even let me stay. But if I don’t go to bed on time …

Emily let that thought go unfinished. She knew there were good reasons for getting sleep. Her health depended upon it. She had never been physically strong. She was also breaking school rules, and at this small Bible school, rules were made to be kept. Emily chafed under the guilt that hung over her. What would they do with her if they ever found out that she was pushing “lights out” all too often? That she had bounded into bed on more than one occasion as she heard the preceptress’s footfall on the stairway?

Emily shivered even in the warmth of the blankets. She did not welcome the thought of being sent home in humiliation. She wanted to be here. She had so much to learn. In a way that she couldn’t explain, she felt compelled to study God’s Word.

So why did she continue in her disobedience? Emily could only shake her head.“It’s their rules,” she mumbled, half asleep.“Nobody could live with such silly rules.”

Ruth stirred again and Emily realized she had been pressing a bit closer than she intended in order to draw from the warmth. She shifted her body away and allowed herself to drift off to sleep. The rising bell would sound all too early, and everyone was expected to be at the breakfast table, properly combed, washed and dressed for another day in the classroom.

When the bell rang the next morning, Emily stirred restlessly and would have rolled over and gone back to sleep had not Ruth called, “Emily. Emily! It’s time to get up.You’ll be late for breakfast again.”

Emily moaned and pulled the blankets a little higher.

“Emily! You told me not to let you sleep—remember?” Ruth scolded softly from in front of the room’s only mirror.“Come on.

You’ve got to get up.”

When Emily still failed to respond, Ruth leaned over the bed and tugged the blankets from Emily’s possessive hands.

“Emily!” Ruth said sharply.

Emily’s eyes immediately flew wide open. Panic filled them as she looked up into the dark-brown eyes of her roommate.

“What is it?” she asked, raising from her bed.

The sternness left Ruth’s face and a smile turned up the corners of her lips.

“Nothing,” she answered with a chuckle.

Emily flopped back to her pillow.

“Then what are you—?”

But Ruth did not allow her to finish.“It’s past time to get up. You’ll be late again.You asked me to be sure to get you up. Remember?”

Emily sighed.“Oh, yes,” she admitted in a half whisper.

“Then get,” urged Ruth, sternness back in her voice.

Reluctantly Emily sat up on the edge of the bed, and slowly rose to her feet to begin her morning preparations. The bathroom down the hall was shared by all the young ladies in the dorm, and Emily slipped into her robe and began to gather her toilet articles. Her eyes swung to the clock on the desk and she gasped.

“It’s already ten to,” she moaned.“Why didn’t you get me up sooner?”

“I tried,” said an exasperated Ruth.“How I tried! You are impossible to awaken in the morning.
You
ought to try it!”

Emily said nothing, grabbed everything she thought she would need and left on the run for the bathroom.

She was soon back, scrambling into her long gray skirt and fresh white blouse with the lace collar. Then she set to work on her unruly hair, running the brush through it as quickly as she could and fastening it up at the back of her neck. She hoped it would hold. Emily was often embarrassed by the hairpins coming out halfway through class. She poked in another pin as an extra measure of insurance, but even that did not make the roll feel any too secure.

Ruth was already moving out into the hall when Emily turned to follow.

The last breakfast bell sounded. At least she would not enter the dining room alone, in breathless fashion, while the rest of her classmates were ready to seat themselves. She cast one last look around her room.

She had tidied nothing after her return from her morning toilet. Her brush and comb lay on the desk where they had fallen. Her nightgown dangled haphazardly from the bed. Her dress from the day before reclined half on, half off the desk chair. Emily sighed deeply and resolutely hastened her step. She would have to do all her tidying after her morning kitchen detail and sometime before having her devotions. She would be expected to be on time for her first class—the one with the Bible History exam, and she had hoped to be able to spend a few moments in review.

Well, there most certainly won’t be time for review this morning,
she concluded reluctantly. She might even have to skimp on her devotions in order to get everything done. Emily hurried into the dining hall and was able to reach her assigned table in time for Carl Tyndale, Olive’s blond brother, to hold her chair while she was seated.

“Good morning, Miss Evans,” he whispered in a teasing voice.“I see we made it this morning.”

Emily gave him a withering look. She wasn’t quite ready for jokes.

“Shall we stand for the blessing?” came the voice of the preceptress.

“Mr. Russell, would you lead us in the Grace?”

Emily stood and bowed her head. Subconsciously her spirit began to quiet, her soul to respond. Fred Russell always seemed so close to God when he prayed. Emily wanted that more than anything in the world. She wished with all her heart that she knew his secret. She strained to hear every word of the prayer above the quiet rustle of the dining room. A new calmness descended upon her as she began to sense the presence of God.

When she sat down again at the table, a new attitude possessed her. Her tiredness and anxiety seemed to disappear. She knew—she knew without a doubt what she was doing here in school. She knew what she wanted with her own life. She knew that no matter how difficult it might be for her to keep up with the studies and the multitude of scheduling bells, she was where she belonged. Where she needed to be. She longed with every fibre of her being to know God better, to understand His way, to find His will for her scattery life.

She sighed again—this time not in impatience and frustration but in longing. She lifted her eyes to face her fellow classmates around the table and gave them one of her lovely smiles. She was ready for the day now. She’d get her chore of dreaded pots and pans over in quick order so that she might properly tidy her room for morning check. Then she’d take the time to have a meaningful morning devotional time. What she didn’t know for the exam would just have to be endured. She knew she needed God’s presence more than high test scores, as important as she knew her studies to be.

And just as it seemed Emily’s thoughts and day were well under control, she felt the hairpins give way at the base of her neck and knew that one side of her loosely held roll was spilling down her back. With a red face she excused herself from the table and went to re-pin her hair, firmly and properly.

Chapter Two

School Days

When Emily’s Bible History test was returned, she was relieved to see that she had received a good grade. Excitedly she hurried off to her dorm room to share her wonderful news with Ruth. But Ruth was not alone when Emily bounced into the room. Olive Tyndale’s blond hair was flowing freely down her back while Ruth snipped at the ends of the golden tresses with her blunt fabric scissors.

Emily slid to a stop. She could hardly just burst in, waving her test paper and boasting about the grade she’d received.

“—and do you know what he said to me?” Olive was saying.“He said, ‘Your hair looks like spun gold.’ That’s what he said. I couldn’t believe it.” She gave a little giggle.

Ruth’s scissors continued to snip. Her expression did not change. Olive was always spilling some secret comment of one young man or another. Ruth listened but paid little notice. She simply was not given to swooning over beaus, but if Olive wished to do so, that was her privilege. Besides, the compliment was certainly not very original.

“And then he said—”

“Emily,” Ruth cut in, “Mary Friesen was looking for you. She said she had to go to the store for some shampoo and wondered if you would like to walk along.”

“I would,” Emily admitted, “but I just don’t have the time. I have my report for tomorrow’s Pentateuch class to prepare—and I have resolved to get to bed on time tonight.”

“Then maybe you should let Mary know. She’s been waiting for you.”

Emily went down the hall and rapped lightly on Mary’s door, but it was Mary’s roommate who called, “Come in.”

“Ruth said Mary was waiting for me,” Emily explained.

“She was,” answered Pearl, “but she finally left. She has to be back for detail so she asked Liz to go with her.”

Emily nodded.

“Is that your Bible History test?” asked Pearl, noticing the paper in Emily’s hand.

Emily glanced at the paper she was still absent-mindedly holding and excitement filled her again. She nodded, trying to keep the pleased gleam from her eyes.

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