Courting Miss Adelaide [NOOK Book]

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The "orphan train" seemed like small-town spinster Adelaide Crum's last chance to know the simple joys of family life. So many lost children, every one of them dreaming only of a caring home—the home she longed to offer. And yet the narrow-minded town elders refused to entrust even the most desperate child to a woman alone….
Newspaperman Charles Graves believed his heart was closed forever, but he swore to stand by this lovely, lonely woman who was fighting for the right to take...
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Courting Miss Adelaide

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Overview

The "orphan train" seemed like small-town spinster Adelaide Crum's last chance to know the simple joys of family life. So many lost children, every one of them dreaming only of a caring home—the home she longed to offer. And yet the narrow-minded town elders refused to entrust even the most desperate child to a woman alone….
Newspaperman Charles Graves believed his heart was closed forever, but he swore to stand by this lovely, lonely woman who was fighting for the right to take some motherless child into her heart. And her gentle soul and unwavering faith made him wonder if even he could overcome the bitter lessons of the past, and somehow find the courage to love….
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426822353
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 11/1/2008
  • Series: Love Inspired Historical Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 172,900
  • File size: 264 KB

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Noblesville, Indiana, spring of 1897
Adelaide Crum stepped to the open door and peered into the judge's chambers. Her heart hammered beneath her corset. Now that the moment she'd waited for had arrived, her courage faltered. She considered turning tail and scurrying home. But then she remembered the quiet, the emptiness of those rooms. She closed her eyes and sent up a simple prayer. I don't ask often, Lord, but I'm asking today. Please, let them say yes.
Squaring her shoulders, she crossed the room, then sat on one of the two chairs and faced the four men who held her future in their hands. To fill the vacant chair with something, she laid her purse on the seat, a seat that mocked her singleness.
Mr. Wylie, a large man who owned a farm north of town, folded his sausagelike fingers on the table. "I've dropped my wife off in front of your shop more times than I can count, Miss Crum." He chuckled. "Usually costs me, too."
She smiled a thank-you for his business.
Beside the farmer sat Mr. Sparks, the town banker. The little tufts of hair fringing his bald head reminded Adelaide of a horned owl. "Perhaps you'd better tell us why you've come, Miss Crum. Do you have recommendations for this committee?"
"I've come for myself." Adelaide laid a calming hand on her midriff to offset the growing urge to deposit her breakfast on the table in front of her. "To ask for a child."
Mr. Paul's nostrils flared, giving him an air of disdain, not a cordial expression for an elder at her church and the town's Superintendent of Schools. "For yourself? You're a single woman, are you not?"
"Yes, but—"
"I hope you can appreciate how unfair it wouldbe to place a child in your home, where, if something happened to you, the youngster would be homeless."
"I'm in excellent health, Mr. Paul." She'd take this opening to plead her case. "I have sufficient funds to meet a child's needs. And a skill to teach, enabling a girl to make her own way. When I pass on, I'd leave her my worldly assets."
She took a deep breath, pulling into her lungs the overpowering scent of Mr. Paul's spicy cologne. "I'll see she's educated and brought up in the church. I've lived in Noblesville all my life. You remember seeing me in Sunday school, Mr. Paul. Mr. Sparks, I bank with you. Numerous people in town can vouch for my character." She'd rehearsed the words countless times and they tumbled out in a rush.
One man remained silent. Charles Graves. Her gaze darted to the new editor of The Noblesville Ledger, whosat at thefar right of the table. Rumor had it he was single. Mr. Graves's generous mouth softened the square line of his jaw. Deep grooves marred his forehead, an indication, perhaps, that a newsman's life wasn't easy. And yet the cleft in the middle of his chin gave him a vulnerable air. Undeniably handsome, broad-shouldered and tall, he overshadowed the other men in the room.
He stared as if scanning the core of her, possibly looking for a flaw that would declare her unfit to rear a child. Their gazes locked and the intensity of his inspection sent a shiver down Adelaide's spine.
Mr. Paul rose and came around the table. "Miss Crum, I believe your character to be without blemish. I'm sure you can do all you say. However, the fact remains you're a maiden lady with no experience dealing with children."
"We have childless couples begging for a baby," Mr. Wylie added. "Couples, with acres of ground and not enough hands to till it, seeking boys. We have tried-and-true parents who've shown their abilities by rearing their own children."
Heat climbed Adelaide's neck. Fiddlesticks! If I'd had the good fortune to be a tried-and-true parent, I wouldn't be here.
How frustrating to have men make all the decisions, as they always had in Noblesville. She might be single, but that didn't mean she couldn't bring up a child. She had the capacity, the intelligence, to sit on a committee like this one, to help make important decisions. Why couldn't men see women had a unique perspective with value, married or not?
"Gentlemen, I've proven my abilities by running a successful business while I tended to my sick mother. I can rear a child and do it well."
Her gaze collided with the editor's. Did she see compassion in his warm brown eyes?
Mr. Wylie pointed to the paper in front of him. "We'll only be getting twenty-eight children, mostly boys. We're unable to meet the demand. I hope you understand."
She understood all right. They didn't think she could handle the job. Lord, give me the words to convince them.
"Gentlemen, please hear me out. The fact I'm unmarried will give me more time to devote to a child. I realize boys are needed in the fields. My desire to rear a girl won't interfere with that." She bit her lower lip. "I'd be a good mother, if you'd give me a chance."
Arms folded across his chest, Mr. Paul leaned toward her. "The Children'sAid Society does not seek single parents, except in the rarest of cases. If we weren't overrun with applicants, perhaps we might consider your marital status more leniently."
She searched their faces for help. Mr. Paul's features appeared carved in granite. Mr. Sparks fidgeted in his chair. Mr. Wylie gave her a kind look, but showed no sign of intervening.
Mr. Graves wore a slight frown. He cleared his throat. "Miss Crum made some valid points about her suitability. Any chance, gentlemen, of stretching the rules?"
Adelaide held her breath. Oh, please, God, change their minds.
Mr. Paul tapped the edges of the paperwork in his hand. "Charles, we aren't here to make history. Just to make certain these children have good homes. Besides, placing a child in a fatherless home is unscriptural."
Mr. Graves arched a brow. "Would that be Third Timothy Four?"
Adelaide knew her Bible. There was no Third Timothy. Surprised at the jab and pleased he knew the Scriptures, she smiled at the editor. He winked. Warmth spread through Adelaide like honey on a hot biscuit. Could this handsome, successful man be on her side?
Mr. Paul harrumphed. "Perhaps you find that funny, Mr. Graves, but I do not. The Bible makes it clear the man is the head of the family. It isn't right to put a child into a home with no paternal guidance."
Adelaide tightened her hands into fists. Mr. Paul's fifteen-yearold son Jacob perpetually terrorized the town. A few months ago, she'd had to report him to the sheriff after she'd caught him setting fire to Mr. Hudson's shed. The boy had run off and thankfully, she'd been able to douse the flames. Yet, Mr. Paul had the gall to preach paternal guidance. "I had no father growing up. I'm no worse for it."
Mr. Paul leaned forward and patted her shoulder. "I didn't mean to insult you. There are circumstances over which we have no control, but that's not the case here."
Adelaide glanced at Mr. Graves. His gaze had narrowed but he said nothing. What had she expected? He didn't know her. None of them really did. They saw a spinster—nothing more.
"I'm sorry we can't help you." Mr. Wylie stood and walked toward the door.
She wanted to scream, but that would only prove her to be a hysterical female unfit to rear a child. She hated being powerless. Hated being at their mercy. Hated being unable to change a thing.
Adelaide grabbed her purse and rose. At the door, she looked back one last time, searching for some sign of softening on their faces, but no miracle came. Tears stung her eyes, but no matter what, she would not let them see her cry.
Mr. Wylie opened the door. "I'm sorry," he murmured again.
Unable to speak, she nodded an acknowledgment. Head high, she strode through the door into the waiting area, past her staring neighbors, and into the courthouse corridor, holding herself together with the strength of a well-honed will.
Every step pounded in her head, reiterating again and again and again. I failed. I failed. I failed.
In the hallway, she sidestepped a couple blocking her path.
"Please, Ed, we can't replace our boy. I'd like a girl—"
"A boy is what we agreed on," the man snapped. "I'm trying to put this family back together, and all you do is whine."
The woman's gaze darted to Adelaide, and then dropped to the floor. Frances. Before Adelaide could greet her, Frances followed her husband to the door. Ed turned to open it, giving Adelaide a glimpse of his face. Anger blazed in his eyes. Then, like a shade dropping over a window, he controlled his expression, leaving his countenance smooth and pleasant.
"Miss Crum," he said, giving her a friendly nod.
Adelaide couldn't believe this irate man could be the same person who'd picked her up after a childhood tumble and declared she'd be fine. All these years later, she still remembered his kindness, the gentle way he'd cleaned her scrapes with the red bandanna he'd dampened at a nearby pump.
Losing their son must have changed him. Whatever the cause, if Ed carried that much anger, the Drummonds shouldn't be considered for a child. But they probably would be, since marriage seemed to be the committee's only condition.
The pain of the rejection tore through her. Adelaide bolted for the entrance. She shoved open the heavy door, gulping in air. As she started down the steps, low-slung clouds released their moisture, spattering her face as if nature shed the tears she would not weep. Lightning zigzagged overhead and thunder rumbled, then the sky burst under the weight of its watery load.
In the deluge, her sodden garments grew heavy, but didn't slow her progress. With both hands, she hiked her skirts and hustled across the street. As she trudged to the back of her shop, closed for this momentous day, the mud grabbed at her shoes. Her shoulders heaving with exertion, she pried the dirty shoes from her feet and dropped them outside the door, indifferent she'd ruined their fine leather. Then climbed the stairs to her quarters above the shop.
She removed her soggy skirt, and then wilted onto the bed, dropping her hat on the floor. A curtain of rain veiled the window, darkening the room. Her mother's words echoed in her head. It's a man's world, Adelaide. If you think otherwise, you're in for a rude awakening.
Today, four men had found her unworthy to rear a child. She'd built a successful business, had taken care of herself and her invalid mother, and all without a man's help. But what she wanted most, a child and family, she couldn't have without a man, without a committee of men.
"Why, Lord? Why was the answer no?" No reply came.
There would be no little girl to sew for, no little girl to love. No little girl, period.
A sob ripped through her, then a piercing wail. She burrowed her face in the pillow to muffle the sound, but then remembered she had no one to hear. No one to see. No one to care.
The dam she'd built to hold back her emotions crumbled, releasing a flood of tears.As she wept, spasms shook her body until, long minutes later, exhaustion quieted her. Every part of her echoed with hollowness, emptiness. For the first time in her thirty-one years, she felt old. Old, with the hope squeezed out of her.
But then she remembered Mr. Graves's wink.
Somehow the gesture had united them against the others. He appeared to have confidence in her ability to mother a child. Like butter on a burn, the thought soothed her wounded heart.
But even if no one else did, Adelaide had faith in herself. And even a stronger faith in God. God would sustain her.
What if the committee's decision wasn't God's final word?
At the thought, Adelaide sat up on the bed. Her chest swelled with hope and her mind wrapped around a fresh determination. The committee's rules weren't etched in stone like the Ten Commandments. She'd never believed all the conventions in her world concurred with God's plan. Until she knew in the core of her being God didn't want her to mother a child, she would not give up hope. She would believe a child waited for her, waited for the comfort of Adelaide's arms.
Charles couldn't get the memory of Miss Crum out of his mind. He wished he hadn't agreed to sit on this committee. He wanted no part in impersonating God. No part in causing the kind of pain he'd read on Miss Crum's face.
If Charles understood anything, he understood pain.
He forced his attention back to the discussion, chagrined to discover everyone looking at him, waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry. Would you repeat that?"
"We were saying the Drummonds have the ability to train a boy in farmwork. They lost their only child to a stove fire a few years back. A terrible tragedy."
Charles examined the burly man and his timid wife. From the little he'd listened to, Mr. Drummond had done all the talking. The man seemed affable enough, but during the interview, his wife had avoided eye contact. Perhaps she was merely shy. "Mrs. Drummond, you haven't said. Do you want a boy, too?"
She looked to her husband, hesitating a moment. "I'd be open to a girl." Her voice quavered, but for the first time she met Charles's eyes. He saw a flicker of hope, and something else, something that gnawed at his memory. Before he could identify it, she lowered her gaze.
Mr. Wylie checked a list. "We've been told to expect a brother and sister. Would you be willing to take both of them?"
Mrs. Drummond's gaze darted to her husband.
"How old are they?" Mr. Drummond asked.
"The boy is ten, the girl is, let's see…" Wylie scanned a paper in front of him. "Seven."
Mr. Drummond rubbed his chin. "Two pair of hands would be a help," he said, considering. Then he smiled. "The missus would like a girl. We'll take them both."
"Excellent. We don't want to split up siblings unless we have no choice."
Mr. Drummond nodded. "Family means everything. Husband, wife…" He hesitated, his tone emotional. "Children. Nothing should divide a family."
Mr. Wylie pushed the papers away and looked at Charles. "Any objections, Mr. Graves?"
The couple had the proper references, had said all the right words, but what did that prove? The entire exercise was ludicrous. But perhaps no more so than nature's method of selecting parents guaranteed they'd be adequate for the job.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2013

    Amazing!

    This book was extremely good. I read it in one day. I highly eccomend it, I couldnt put it down. One of my favorite books of all time. Definitly worth buying.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2012

    So much fun.

    This story was exciting, suspenseful, and a good read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2011

    GREAT Book!

    This was a great book and I could not put it down. While Ms. Dean did not quote scripture she weaved in biblical meaning within her characters. I just purchased her other 4 books and can't wait to start reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2008

    Great debut historical

    I loved Courting Miss Adelaide, Janet Dean's debut novel. The historical era is different and interesting and of course wrapped within a touching romance. I look forward to more from this new author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2008

    Sweet, Funny, Poignant. I loved it!

    Small-town spinster Adelaide has never found a husband but she believes she has a chance to be a mother. She applies to adopt a child off an orphan train. Bitterly disappointed over being rejected, she goes back to her job creating beautiful hats and ponders how to give the love in her heart to a child in need. Charles has just inherited the newspaper right across the street from Adelaide. All of the stiff-necked men refused to even consider Miss Adelaide¿s adoption application¿except Charles. Then one of the children turns out to need something only Adelaide can offer and Adelaide believes maybe her dream can come true. And the handsome Charles is encouraging her as she works to keep this child she has come to adore. Adelaide hopes that she can adopt a child and maybe even find a husband to love. But Charles has been burned by love and he¿s rejected his faith thanks to the hypocrisy of his abusive father. Courting Miss Adelaide is just wonderful. It¿s funny and poignant and full of love and heartache and charm. Janet Dean did a terrific job with her debut novel. It rated a 4 ½ stars in Romantic Times magazine and deserved every one of those stars and more. When you finish this book I promise you will close the pages and start hunting for more from Dean. Which will be coming soon.

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    Posted June 26, 2011

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