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Authors: Mary Ellis
The Quaker and the Rebel
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B
EGINNINGS
S
ERIES
Living in Harmony
Love Comes to Paradise
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A Little Bit of Charm
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T
HE
W
AYNE
C
OUNTY
S
ERIES
Abigail’s New Hope
A Marriage for Meghan
T
HE
M
ILLER
F
AMILY
S
ERIES
A Widow’s Hope
Never Far from Home
The Way to a Man’s Heart
S
TANDALONES
Sarah’s Christmas Miracle
An Amish Family Reunion
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover by Garborg Design Works, Savage, Minnesota
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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, is entirely coincidental.
THE QUAKER AND THE REBEL
Copyright © 2014 by Mary Ellis
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Ellis, Mary,
The quaker and the rebel / Mary Ellis.
pages cm—(Civil War heroines series ; Book one)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5050-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5051-0 (eBook)
1. Governesses—Fiction. 2. Underground Railroad—Fiction. 3. Quakers—Fiction. 4. Virginia—Fiction. 5. United States—History—Civil War, 1861-1865—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3626.E36Q35 2014
813'.6—dc23
2013026762
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Thanks to
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James A. Ramage, Regents Professor of History at Northern Kentucky University. His biographies
Rebel Raider: The Life of General John Hunt Morgan
and
Gray Ghost: The Life of Colonel John Singleton Mosby
were the inspirations for Alexander Hunt in this story.
•
Henry Robert Burke and Charles Hart Fogle and their book,
Washington County Underground Railroad.
Their book, along with other valuable Underground Railroad sources for the Ohio River Valley, were invaluable for this book. Henry R. Burke is a direct descendent of John C. Curtis, who was born in the Shenandoah Valley and escaped slavery to become a conductor on the Underground Railroad in Stafford, Ohio.
•
The countless authors of history I have pored over for years, including Shelby Foote, Bruce Catton, Ed Bearss, James M. McPherson, and Mary Elizabeth Massey.
•
Philip LeRoy, who loaned me his copy of
Killer Angels
by Michael Shaara. The Pulitzer Prize-winning novel opened the eyes of this history lover to the wonders of historical fiction.
•
Donna Taylor and Peggy Svoboda, who read the rough draft of this novel years ago and encouraged me to keep at it.
•
The Western Reserve Historical Society, Cuyahoga Valley Civil War Roundtable, and the Peninsula Valley Foundation of Ohio and GAR Hall, whose appreciation for Civil War history has kept my passion alive locally.
•
My agent, Mary Sue Seymour; my lovely proofreader, Joycelyn Sullivan; my publicist, Jeane Wynn; my editor, Kim Moore; and the wonderful staff at Harvest House Publishers. Where would I be without your hard work?
•
My husband, who stomped around an inordinate number of battlefields, museums, monuments, cemeteries, and historical inns and bed-and-breakfasts for years in the name of research.
C
ONTENTS
(free sample) The Lady and the Officer
S
UMMER
1861
Bennington Island, in the Ohio River
M
iss Harrison?” a soft voice queried. “Please come in and take a seat.”
Emily, startled from her open-mouth perusal of the painted ceiling, stared in the direction of the voice. She thought she’d been shown to an empty room to wait, but a wren-sized woman sat near the windows in a wicker chair with wheels. She hurried to the woman’s side, bobbed her head, and then bent her knee in a small curtsey. “Mrs. Bennington,” she said. Never in her life had Emily done such a thing. She’d only seen a curtsey in theater presentations, but the astounding elegance of the house seemed to warrant one.
“Oh, my. What lovely manners you have,” the woman said, patting a chair beside her.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Emily said, perching on the edge. She judged Mrs. Bennington to be around thirty-five, younger than her mother had been, with an unlined forehead, green eyes, and dusky blond hair. Delicate, that’s what Mama would have called her.
“Your letters of reference from Mrs. Ames and Miss Turner glowed with praise for your accomplishments. My husband and I are glad you’ve come to our backwater island to polish the rough edges off our girls. They both attended grammar school in Parkersburg for six months of the year, and we’ve had tutors here, but now they require refinement. They still run wild through the garden like savages. Annie, especially, needs to learn deportment.” Mrs. Bennington inhaled a deep breath and sighed. “I am aware of your loss, Miss Harrison. And in time I hope you will come to regard us as your family.”
