Joy for Mourning

Joy for Mourning

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by Dorothy Clark
     
 

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In a move that shocks nineteenth-century Philadelphia society, wealthy widow Laina Brighton turns her grand house into an orphanage for homeless children. Staid and stuffy teas quickly give way to peals of happy laughter echoing through the stately halls. With the support of handsome doctor Thaddeous Allen, Laina is determined to give these waifs a better life

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In a move that shocks nineteenth-century Philadelphia society, wealthy widow Laina Brighton turns her grand house into an orphanage for homeless children. Staid and stuffy teas quickly give way to peals of happy laughter echoing through the stately halls. With the support of handsome doctor Thaddeous Allen, Laina is determined to give these waifs a better life, despite the malicious gossip that surrounds them. As these two crusaders, bound by honor and courage, create a future for the forgotten, they change the course of their own futures in ways they never imagined. Along the way, they make a felicitous discovery: that sometimes people become a family in their hearts.

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ISBN-13:
9781426859588
Publisher:
Steeple Hill Books
Publication date:
04/01/2010
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Pages:
256
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Joy For Mourning


By Dorothy Clark

Steeple Hill

Copyright © 2005 Dorothy Clark
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0373785429

New York, 1822

She couldn't stand it! Not for another minute! She had to go someplace where there were people, laughter, life. Laina Brighton swept her gaze around her beautiful, richly furnished drawing room, and the despair she now lived with on a daily basis gripped her anew. It was so elegant, so perfect, so empty. She missed Stanford. Oh, how she missed him! If only they could have had children, perhaps —

Laina wrenched her mind from her heartrending thoughts, blinked away the tears that sprang so readily to her eyes these days and walked swiftly to the doorway. Her reflection flashed in the gilt-framed mirror as she hurried past. Her steps faltered. She turned and went back to stare into the mirror. The sorrow was still there, but so was a look of determination she hadn't seen on her face since Stanford had died so unexpectedly nine months ago. She whirled and yanked open the door.

"Beaumont?"

The impeccably garbed butler materialized as if from thin air.

Laina frowned. And that was another thing — the servants hovered. They were so solicitous it was smothering her!

"Yes, madam?"

"I'm going to Philadelphia, Beaumont." She ignored the quickly stifled look of shocked disapproval in his eyes — Beaumont was a stickler for convention. "Tell Carlson to prepare the carriage immediately. I wish to leave within the hour."

"Within the hour? But madam, that's imposs —" He stopped short as Laina stiffened her spine. He gave her a small bow. "Yes, madam — within the hour. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. Send Tilly to my room to help Annette with the packing." With a swish of her long black skirts, Laina spun about and headed for the ornately carved stairway that spiraled upward to the third floor. She glanced back over her shoulder at her butler as she began to climb.

"And tell Hannah to prepare a food basket — enough for two days. And —" She cleared the sudden thickness from her throat. "And send Billy ahead to arrange for a change of horses. I'm not stopping until I reach Randolph Court!"

Philadelphia

"Laina! What a wonderful surprise. I'm so pleased you —" Elizabeth gasped and stopped her headlong rush into the drawing room.

"Do I look that disreputable?" Laina forced a smile and rose to her feet. The room spun. She put her hand on the arm of the chair to steady herself.

"Laina, dear, what's wrong?" Her sister-in-law rushed forward and clasped her arms around her. "You're so pale — and trembling enough to shake apart. Are you ill?"

"No. I'm simply incredibly weary." Laina bit down on her lip to stop the laughter that was pushing upward in her throat. She must be hysterical. There was certainly nothing amusing — Bother! She blinked the sudden film of moisture from her eyes and stepped back from Elizabeth's arms. It was too easy to give in to self-pity when others were sympathetic. "I came from home without stopping."

"Without stopping? Are you mad?"

Laina jerked at the roar of words from the doorway.

"No, dearheart — only desperate." Her lower lip quivered as she watched her younger brother hurry across the room toward her. The tears she'd been fighting welled into her eyes as his strong arms pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. Oh, how wonderful it felt to be held again! She rested her head against his hard chest. "Don't scold, Justin. I simply could not stay in that dreary, lonely house any longer. I had to come."

"I'm not scolding you for coming, Laina. Only for doing so in such a foolhardy manner." Justin slid his hands to the top of her arms and held her a short distance away, frowning down at her. "Why didn't you send word? I would have come for you. There was no need for you to make the journey alone, without care or rest. Look at you! You're all but done in from fatigue."

"I know." Laina lifted her watery gaze to her brother's handsome, scowling face. "I know it was foolish of me, Justin, but it would have meant days of waiting if — Oh!" She began to sway as the full force of her exhaustion swept over her. "I think I'd better sit down."

"You don't need to sit down, Laina. You need to sleep. Bring her along, Justin." Elizabeth spun about and started across the room.

Laina was too weary to protest as her brother scooped her into his arms and followed.

"I don't believe we need send for Dr. Allen, Justin. Laina isn't fevered." Elizabeth glanced up at her worried husband. "I think sleep is the only medicine she needs."

Laina sagged with relief as Elizabeth lifted her hand from her forehead, then gathered the last of her strength and pushed herself into a sitting position against the head-board. The bed felt too good after her long journey. She fought the desire to close her eyes, and smiled at Justin. "Elizabeth is right, dearheart. Please don't make a fuss. All I need is sleep."

"And food." Justin scowled down at her. "Haven't you been eating? Look at yourself, Laina — you're thin as a stick!"

Her heart warmed at sight of the worried frown lines creasing her brother's forehead. "You're such a loving, caring man, Justin." She wrinkled her nose at him. "Even if not a very complimentary one." She shifted her gaze to Elizabeth and forced a tired smile. "How could you ever have thought him cold and aloof?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Because he acted that way. How was I to know it was all a sham?" She stepped to her husband's side and rested her hand on his arm. "Laina will be fine, Justin, but we need to get the travel dust off her so she can go to bed. And that means you need to go downstairs. I'll join you as soon as Trudy and I have made her comfortable for the night."

Justin shifted his gaze to his wife, and Laina's chest tightened. Stanford had admired her, but he'd never looked at her the way Justin was looking at Elizabeth — especially after she'd failed to produce an heir for him. And now —

Laina broke off the depressing thought and watched as her brother cupped his wife's face in his hands, kissed her soundly, then lifted his head and grinned. "There! Now I've finally satisfied a desire I've had since the first night we spent together in this room — at least in part."



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Meet the Author

Award-winning author Dorothy Clark enjoys traveling with her husband throughout the United States doing research and gaining inspiration for future books. Dorothy values our American heritage and believes in God, family, love and happy endings, which explains why she feels so at home writing for Love Inspired Historical. Dorothy enjoys hearing from her readers and may be contacted at dorothyjclark@hotmail.com or 

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Joy for Mourning 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful historical! Joy for Mourning wasn't just a romance, but also an inspirational story about a childless woman who wants to help children in need, and a male doctor who desires to serve God by helping the truly helpless. It's God's definition of true religion...taking care of the orphans and the widows. And the author crafted the story in such a unique way. The inspirational element was truly inspirational, and so much a part of the story that it was seemless, yet powerful. I found Joy for Mourning emotionally gripping and tender. The romantic tension was compelling enough to keep me turning the pages, and the characters were very believable. Of course, the best part of all was the happy ending. This has to be one of the most enjoyable and interesting historical fiction novels I've read in years. The author has a fresh voice and wonderful writing style. I'm putting Dorothy Clark on my list of favorite authors as of today.
Guest More than 1 year ago
JOY FOR MOURNING by Dorothy Clark BEAUTIFULLY DONE, TOUCHING historical romance. When widowed heroine Laina Brighton turns her house into an orphanage for homeless children with the help and support of local doctor Thaddeous Allen, tongues start wagging in 19th century Philadelphia. Despite all odds, this courageous duo forges on, giving these forgotten little ones medical attention, food and shelter, but more importantly, love and hope for a future. As they work side-by-side helping society's castoffs, they recongize the embers of love burning in their own hearts for one another. Dorothy Clark does an awesome job of writing deep characters with authentic emotions. Highly recommended!