The Pattern of Her Heart
The Pattern of Her Heart
Copyright © 2005
Tracie Peterson and Judith Miller
Cover design by Dan Thornberg, DesignSource
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
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Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Printed in the United States of America
Dedicated to Lana Nicol
A friend who brings joy to my heart.
Special thanks to
Martha Mayo
University of Massachusetts Lowell
Center for Lowell History
HAPTER
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1
Mid-August 1857
T
HE PRIMROSE-YELLOW
skirt of Jasmine Houston’s gown fluttered in the early afternoon breeze, the satin-banded hem settling like a field of daisies across the thick green grass as she stooped in front of her five-year-old daughter. Gently cupping the child’s small dimpled chin in her palm, she issued a silent prayer of thanksgiving for Alice Ann’s return to health before making eye contact with the child. “We must go upstairs and prepare for your birthday celebration before our guests arrive.”
The little girl hopped from foot to foot while pointing at one of the distant barns, where the Houstons stabled their ever-increasing herd of Arabian horses. Her cornflower-blue eyes glimmered with anticipation as she turned back to her mother. “Am I going to get my pony today?” she quizzed.
Jasmine nibbled at her lower lip, for she didn’t want to shed tears. This was, after all, a day for rejoicing, not a time of despair. The entire family had been waiting for over three months to celebrate Alice Ann’s birthday, waiting and praying the child would live through the debilitating illness that had ravaged her frail body.
Scarlatina maligna,
Dr. Hartzfeld had told them—a fancy name for a highly dangerous form of scarlet fever. A disease that could leave Alice Ann with lifelong medical problems . . . if she lived. The doctor had whispered his final assessment, fearing the pronouncement of a death sentence upon the child would send Jasmine into a depression.
Instead, his words had propelled her into bustling activity. With a mother’s fear and determination, she enlisted the aid of attendants to assist with Alice Ann’s care. Hopeful the disease would not spread to other members of their family or the community, Jasmine had immediately quarantined the household and ordered small doses of belladonna for all who came in contact with the child. She had diligently researched every piece of medical advice that came her way, and most importantly, she had requested that every person in the community pray for Alice Ann.
Now, looking into her daughter’s bright blue eyes, she knew all those months of diligent care had been worth it. Dr. Hartzfeld’s predictions had been wrong. Alice Ann’s health had been restored, and she was now the same precocious little girl she’d always been. Amazingly, there was no evidence she’d ever suffered the debilitating illness. However, healthy or not, Jasmine believed the child still too young for her own pony.
So how could she best answer the child’s question? “We never promised you a pony as a birthday present. What about the toys we looked at in Whidden’s Mercantile?” Jasmine inquired as she took hold of Alice’s hand and led her into the house.
“The doll was pretty, but I want my very own pony. Spencer has
his
own horse,” she said, her pink lips forming a tiny pout.
“But you must remember that horses require a great deal of work. They aren’t like a toy that you can play with for a short time and then put aside. They must be cared for every day.”
“Spencer could take me with him when he goes to take care of Lockspur.”
Jasmine smiled at the child’s pronunciation. “
Lark
spur,” she gently corrected. “And though it’s true you could go with your brother to the barns, he might not enjoy having you in tow all the time. He and Moses like to spend time with the horses by themselves. They might feel as if you’re intruding. Besides, Spencer didn’t receive his pony until he was seven years old.”
“But I can ride better than Spencer,” she argued, her pout once again returning.
“What’s this I hear? Our birthday girl isn’t unhappy, is she?” Nolan called out as mother and daughter walked down the hallway, approaching his library door.
Jasmine stopped and met her husband’s warm gaze. “We’re discussing birthday gifts.”
Nolan balanced his chin between his thumb and index finger and looked down at his daughter. “This sounds like a particularly interesting topic. Did you make a special request for your birthday?”
Alice tilted her head and looked up to meet her father’s sparkling eyes. “You
know
I want a pony, but Mama said Spencer was seven when he got his pony. I’m a much better rider than Spencer was when he turned five, don’t you think? And I’m almost five and a half,” she hastened to add.
Jasmine wondered if the girl’s remark was meant to evoke sympathy from him. After all, it was Nolan who had promised Alice Ann that she would have a superb birthday party once her health permitted the celebration. He had spent hours going over the details with her, planning a picnic on the back lawn, where everyone would come to celebrate the fact that she was now a big girl—a whole five years old. At the time, Alice had been too sick to care about any of it, but as her health began to return, she’d joined in with her father, planning the grandest of all birthday parties. Jasmine credited Nolan with giving Alice Ann a reason to fight the illness.
Nolan smiled adoringly at the child. “It’s true that you’re well on the way to six years of age, and you’re certainly much more grown up than Spencer was at your age. I believe he was still playing with his toy soldiers and riding a pretend stick horse when he was five.”
Jasmine gave her husband a warning look.
“The fact remains, however, that you’re still very young. It seems that being around Spencer and Moses has caused you to believe you’re able to do everything they can do. However, you must remember they are nearly ten years old, and that makes them a good deal older than you. They are also young men, and as such they may play in a much rougher fashion.”
“But I’m a good rider, aren’t I, Poppa?”
“Indeed you are. But your mother is correct; five is
very
young for a horse of your own. Come sit down with me for just a minute.”
Alice Ann wriggled into place on the divan and then looked expectantly at her father.
“I want to tell you a story about a little prince who lived in a faraway land. His father, the king, loved his little boy very much and wanted his child to be happy. So every time the prince mentioned there was something he desired, the king gave him the item. The little prince quickly learned that all he needed to do was state his desire and the king would hasten to purchase it. So the little prince continued this ritual, making more and more lavish requests of his father. Each day the gifts would arrive and be given to the little prince.”
Alice Ann’s eyes danced with delight, her soft brown curls bobbing up and down as she nodded her acceptance of the little prince’s good fortune. “And did he want a pony?”
“Oh, that was one of his very first requests,” Nolan replied. “But the prince received so many gifts that he didn’t appreciate or take care of any of them. He soon grew bored and nothing made him happy.”
Alice Ann gave her father a questioning look. “But his pony made him happy, didn’t it.” Her words were stated with absolute authority.
He shook his head. “Only for a very brief time. As I said, the prince quickly tired of each gift he received. But then one day the prince was at the market with a servant, and he saw a man with the most wonderful puppy he had ever seen. It was a happy little pup with a wagging tail and lots of soft fur. He told the servant to get him the dog, but the owner refused. The puppy was not for sale.” Nolan glanced at Jasmine.
“And
then
what happened?” Alice Ann asked.
Nolan settled back against the arm of the divan and rubbed his chin. “Well, the king sent word to the man and told him to bring his puppy and come to the castle. The king offered to purchase the puppy with several gold pieces, but the man still wouldn’t give him the puppy. And no matter how many gold pieces the king offered, the man continued to refuse. Finally, the king asked what he needed to do in order to buy the puppy for his son.”
Alice Ann straightened and gave her father her undivided attention. “What did the man say?”
“He said the prince would need to prove himself.”
With her chin resting in one hand and her eyes shining with wonder, she asked, “How was the prince supposed to do that?”
“He would be required to care for the animal. So, in order to test the prince, the puppy remained at the castle. Each day the man checked to make sure the prince had fed and played with the dog. Within only a few days, the prince thought the man should be willing to give him the puppy, but the man still said no. Each week the prince asked for the puppy, and each week the man said no. So the prince continued caring for the puppy, and the man kept coming to the castle to ensure that the puppy was cared for. At the end of the year, the prince asked if he could have the puppy.”
