The Lightkeeper's Bride (Mercy Falls Series #2)by Colleen Coble
When Katie answers the call of duty, she awakens the call of her heart.
Katie Russell loves working as a telephone operator in Mercy Falls, California. But since childhood she has been expected to marry well. Her family presses for an engagement to wealthy bachelor Bartholomew Foster and though he doesn't stir her heart, their engagement/strong>
When Katie answers the call of duty, she awakens the call of her heart.
Katie Russell loves working as a telephone operator in Mercy Falls, California. But since childhood she has been expected to marry well. Her family presses for an engagement to wealthy bachelor Bartholomew Foster and though he doesn't stir her heart, their engagement promises a secure financial future.
Working the phone lines one evening, Katie overhears a chilling exchange between her friend Eliza and a familiar male voice. Katie soon learns that Eliza has disappeared, and the crime may be linked to another investigation by handsome new lighthouse keeper, Will Jesperson. Katie and Will soon form an alliance. An alliance that slowly blossoms into something more.
Despite the danger surrounding her, Katie is powerfully drawn to Will. But she is not at liberty to marry for love. And though society forbids their growing affection, Katie can't help but notice Will's sense of peace. It's a peace that rests on his trust in God—a trust that Katie has never had to depend on, with her future so clearly mapped out before her.
But the more Katie uncovers of the mystery, the more she discovers about herself, her past, and the brilliant future that could be hers if only she has the courage to trust in God and follow where her heart so fearlessly leads.
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The Lightkeeper's BrideA Mercy Falls Novel
By Colleen Coble
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2010 Colleen Coble
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Chapter OneThe lapel watch on her blouse read half past nine when Katie Russell removed the skates from her boots and dropped them inside the door of the Mercy Falls Telephone Company. She pulled the pins from her Merry Widow hat, then hung it on a rack. Smoothing the sides of her pompadour, she approached the switchboard in the room down the hall. "Has it been busy?" she asked the woman in front of the dangling cords.
Nell Bartlett sat with her stocking feet propped on the railing of the table that supported the switchboard. Her color was high and her voice clear and energetic as she answered a question then disconnected the line. A faint line of discontent lingered between her brows as she eyed Katie. "It's your shift already?"
Nell was unmarried and still lived with her ailing mother, though she was thirty-five. On the street she dropped her gaze and barely whispered a hello, but in front of the switchboard she came alive. Whenever she entered the office, she removed her hat, let down her hair, and took off her shoes.
"It is indeed," Katie said, approaching the switchboard. "Has it been busy?"
"Not too bad. I only received three calls last night." Nell's tone indicated her displeasure. "But the rings have increased quite nicely this morning." She rose and stepped away from the seat in front of the switchboard but kept one hand on the top with a proprietary air.
Katie settled herself in the chair and donned the headset. Nell slipped her shoes back on, wound her hair into a bun, then put on her hat. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie watched her scurry from the room, her mousy identity back in place.
Katie peered at the switchboard then forced herself to put on her hated glasses. She nearly groaned when the light came on at her own residence. She plugged in the cord and toggled the switch. "Good morning, Mama."
Her mother's voice was full of reproach. "Katie, you left before I could tell you that Mr. Foster called last night while you were out gallivanting at the skating rink."
Katie bit back the defense that sprang to her lips and kept the excitement from her voice. "What did he say?"
"He asked to speak with your father and they went to the library."
Such behavior could only mean one thing. Heat flooded Katie's face. "He asked Papa if he could court me?"
"He did indeed! Now you mind my words, Katie. You could not make a better match than this. You need to quit that ridiculous job and focus on building your social ties."
Katie opened her mouth then shut it again. Another light flashed on her switchboard. "I must go, Mama. I have another call." She unplugged the cord over her mother's objection. Her parents didn't understand how important this job was to her. She thrust the cord into the receptor. "Operator," she said.
"Fire! There's a fire," the man on the other end gasped.
Katie glanced more closely at the board, and her muscles clenched. The orphanage. "I'll call the fire department, Mr. Gleason. Get the children out!" She unplugged and rang the fire station with trembling hands. "Fire at the orphanage, hurry!" She rushed to the window and looked out to see smoke billowing from the three-story brick building down the street. People were running toward the conflagration. She wished she could help, too, but she turned back to the switchboard as it lit up with several lights. Moments later she heard the shriek of the fire truck as it careened past.
She answered the calls one by one, but most were people checking to make sure she knew about the fire. The morning sped by. She relayed a message out to the North house and managed to chat a few moments with her best friend, Addie North. One call was Mrs. Winston asking the time, and Katie realized it was after one o'clock. At the next lull, she removed her sandwich from the waxed paper and munched it while she watched the board.
The light for Foster's Sawmill came on. She plugged in. "Operator."
Bart Foster's deep voice filled her ears. "I'd recognize that voice anywhere."
Katie pressed the palm of her hand to her chest where her heart galloped. "Mr. Foster, I'm sorry I missed your call last night."
"I had a most rewarding chat with your father," he said, a smile in his voice. "Did he tell you?"
Her pulse thundered in her ears. "He did not."
"Excellent. I wish to tell you of our conversation myself. Might I call tonight?"
"Of course." She wasn't often so tongue-tied. All her dreams of respectability lay within her grasp. From the corner of her eye, she saw her boss step into the small room. "I won't be home until after seven. Will that be too late?"
"Of course not. I shall call at seven thirty."
"I look forward to it. Did you wish to place a call?"
"Someone must be there since you are not quite yourself." The amusement in his voice deepened. "Connect me with your father's haberdashery, please. I'll see you tonight."
"Of course." She connected the cord to the shop then turned to face Mr. Daniels.
"I just stopped by to commend you on the way you handled the fire call, Miss Russell. You kept your head about you in a most admirable fashion."
She stood to face him. "The children? Are they all out safely?"
He nodded. "I just came from the site. The building is a total loss, but everyone is safe, thanks to your quick call to the fire department that I was told about. Well done. I'd like you to consider more hours. You're the best operator I have. People like you, and you're most efficient."
She couldn't stop the smile that sprang to her lips. "Thank you, sir. I'm honored. I love my job."
"Then you'll increase your hours? I'd like you to work six days a week."
She realized the plum that had been thrown into her lap. These were tough times, and jobs for women were scarce. But her parents-especially in light of Bart's courting-would be less than pleased.
"I would like nothing better, Mr. Daniels, but I fear I'm going to have to cut my hours instead. Nell will be delighted with the extra work."
* * *
Will Jesperson brushed off his hands and surveyed the gleaming glass on the Fresnel lens in the light tower. Whether he'd done it properly was up for debate, but he liked the way the sun glinted through the lens and lit the floor of the tower. He glanced outside again. He'd found it hard to keep working when he would rather study the clouds and the waves from this vantage point.
Beautiful place, this rocky northern California shoreline. He still couldn't believe he had landed such a perfect job. Instead of pursuing his hobby once a week, he could do it every day. There were weather balloons in the shed just waiting to be used. He eyed the rolling clouds overhead and held up a finger. The wind was coming from the north. Was that common here? He'd have the time and equipment to find out.
He stepped outside and leaned against the railing. The beauty of the rolling sea transfixed him. Whitecaps boiled on the rocks poking up from the water at the mouth of the bay. Seeing them reminded him of his grave duties here: to save lives and warn ships of the dangers lurking just below the surface of the sea. Squaring his shoulders, he told himself he would keep the light shining bright-both here at the lighthouse and in his personal life. God had blessed him with this position, and he would do his best to honor him with his work.
He removed his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and then stared back out to sea when he heard a man yell. Were those shouts of alarm? Through the binoculars he saw a ship moving past the bay's opening. A puff of smoke came from a smaller boat trailing it-gunfire? The small craft caught up to the ship, and several men clambered up the mast.
Pirates. Will pressed against the railing and strained to see when he heard more shots across the water. Additional men poured onto the ship and were already turning it back toward the open ocean. He had to do something. Turning on his heel, he rushed toward the spiral staircase. The metal shook and clanged under his feet as he raced down the steps. He leaped out the door and ran down the hillside to the dinghy beached on the sand.
The pirates shoved men overboard, and he heard cries of pain. He clenched empty fists. No weapon. Still, he might be able to save some of the men thrown overboard. Shoving the boat into the water, he put his back into rowing, but the tide was coming in and the waves fought him at every stroke.
He paused to get his bearings and realized the ship was moving away. The smaller boat, attached by a rope, bobbed after it. Something whizzed by his head and he ducked instinctively. A hole appeared in the side of the boat behind him. The pirates were firing on him. His hands dropped from the oars when he saw several bodies bobbing in the whitecaps. Men were already drowned.
The wind billowed the sails and he knew he had no chance of intercepting the ship. But he could save the men that he could reach, then inform the authorities of what he'd seen. He grasped the oars and rowed for all he was worth.
* * *
At 3:03 a light came on and Katie answered. "Number, please." The caller, a man whose voice she didn't recognize, sounded breathless.
"Is this the operator?"
She detected agitation in his tone. "It is. Is something wrong?"
"Pirates," he said in a clipped voice. "Just off the lighthouse. They shot some sailors and dumped others overboard."
She sprang to her feet. "I'll contact the constable. Do you need further assistance?"
"I need a doctor at the lighthouse. I've got two injured men. The rest are-dead. I couldn't get their bodies into the boat, but they're washing up onshore now." His taut voice broke. "I had to leave the men on the shore to get to a phone, but I'm heading back there now. Tell the doctor to hurry."
"Right away," she promised. She disconnected the call and rang the doctor first. Saving life was paramount. The constable would be too late to do much about the pirates. With both calls dispatched, she forced herself to sit back down, though her muscles twitched with the need for activity. She reminded herself she'd done all she could.
The switchboard lit again. "Operator," she said, eyeing the light. The call originated from the bank.
She plugged in the other end of the cord to ring the Cook residence. Instead, she heard Eliza Bulmer pick up the phone on the other end. "I'm sorry, Eliza, we seem to have a switched link somewhere. Would you hang on until I can get through to the Cooks?" Katie asked.
"Of course, honey," Eliza said. "I just picked up my wedding dress, and I'm trying it on. So if I don't say much, you'll know why."
"You're getting married? I hadn't heard. Congratulations."
"Thank you." Eliza's voice held a lilt.
"Just leave the earpiece dangling, if you please."
"I can do that."
There was a thunk in Katie's ear, and she knew Eliza had dropped the earpiece. Katie waited to see if the ring would be answered at the Cook residence but there was only a long pause. "There's no answer, Eliza. You can hang up," she said.
The other woman did not reply. If the phone were left off the hook, it would go dead. Katie started to raise her voice, but she heard a man's voice.
"You said you had something to tell me. What is it? I need to get home."
The voice was familiar, but Katie couldn't quite place it. It was too muffled.
"Honey, thank you for coming so quickly," Eliza said.
Though Eliza's voice was faint, Katie thought she detected a tremble in it. This is none of my business, she thought. I should hang up. But she held her breath and listened anyway.
"Would you like tea?" Eliza asked.
"No, Eliza, I don't want tea. What are you doing in that getup? I want to know what was so all-fired important that you called me at work-something I've expressly forbidden you to do."
Katie's stomach lurched as she tried to place the voice. Identification hovered at the edge of her mind. Who is that?
"Very well. I shall just blurt it out then. I'm out of money and I must have some to care for my daughter. I need money today or ..."
"I won't be blackmailed," the man snapped.
A wave of heat swept Katie's face. She heard a door slam, then weeping from Eliza. She wanted to comfort the sobbing young woman. Numb, Katie sat listening to the sobs on the line.
The door slammed again. "Who's there?" Eliza asked in a quavering voice. She gasped, then uttered a noise between a squeak and a cry.
Katie heard a thud, and then the door slammed again. "Eliza?" she whispered. A hiss, like air escaping from a tire, came to her ears. "Are you all right?"
Only silence answered her.
She jerked the cord from the switchboard and broke the connection. Unease twisted her belly. She'd already dispatched the constable to the lighthouse. But what if Eliza was in trouble? Her fingers trembled so much she had trouble slipping the jack back into the switchboard. She muffled her mouthpiece with her hand and asked Nell to come back early. She had to make sure Eliza was all right.
Chapter TwoWill watched the physician minister to the two men on the parlor floor. "Will they live?"
The doctor nodded. "The bullets missed anything vital, but they lost a lot of blood. This fellow has a concussion." He indicated the younger man, who was still unconscious. "He nearly drowned, but I think he'll be all right."
The older man groaned and rolled over before vomiting seawater onto the carpet. Will rushed for a cloth and mopped up the mess. Poor fellow. He glanced out the window and saw the constable walking toward the lighthouse. "Excuse me a moment, Doctor."
The lawman was on the porch by the time Will exited the house. "Find anything?" Will asked.
Constable Brown shook his head. "No sign of the pirates. Before I came out I called the towns up and down the coast and told them to be on the lookout for the ship. So far, five bodies have washed ashore here. Terrible thing." He nodded toward the door. "Are these men able to answer questions?"
Will shook his head. "They're still barely conscious."
"I'll check in on them at the hospital tomorrow. Now tell me exactly what you saw."
Will relayed his first sight of the pursuing pirates and the actions he'd taken. "It sailed off to the north," he said.
"There's been no piracy in these waters for years. Odd. They were too far away to identify any of them?"
"Much too far."
"Pity." The constable turned to go back to his buggy. "Let me know if you remember anything else."
"Of course." Will watched him whip his horse into a trot, then noticed a figure walking along the water. He was almost upon the lighthouse. Was that Philip? The man waved and Will waved back then strode down to greet his brother.
They met at the base of the cliff to the beach. Will enveloped him in a hug and pulled back when he smelled whiskey on his breath. He quickly hid his dismay. "You're the last man I expected to see today. What are you doing here?"
"Can't I just show up to make sure my big brother is settling well into his new job?" Philip asked, returning the hug, but Will could feel him peering over his shoulder, trying to get a look inside. He was a younger version of Will, right down to the dark curls and even deeper brown eyes, but his build was like their father's while Will was taller and leaner.
Will studied him. His brown tweed suit must have come from Macy's. His raven hair fell over his forehead from under his hat. When had he turned into such a dandy? Will had tried to raise him right, but the lad's course was far from the one Will would have chosen for him. Becoming a private eye. Their father would roll over in his grave.
Philip started for the lighthouse. "I'm famished. Anything to eat in this place?"
Will pressed his lips together, and his arms dropped to his side. He fell into step with his brother. "I have a pot of soup on. It should be ready." He knew better than to ask again why Philip was here. The man never revealed anything until he was ready.
Philip's expression turned sulky, and he stared up at the lighthouse. "When you said you were taking this post, I thought you quite crazy. Now I'm sure of it. There's nothing out here."
"I like it that way."
Philip rolled his eyes. "You'll never make a decent living doing this. Join me in my business. You're observant and astute. You'd be an asset."
"No thanks. I'll be able to study the weather without distraction."
Two horses pulling the ambulance stopped in the road by the lighthouse. Philip stared as two orderlies ran toward the lighthouse. "You rescued the injured sailors?"
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I wondered how Colleen would top the Lightkeeper's Daughter, but Lightkeeper's Bride manages to do just that. The book is set in the fictional town of Mercy Falls, California, during the Gilded Age. The book opens with an overheard phone call and an abandoned one year old. Katie's curiosity won't allow her to not follow up on the disturbing phone call. When she arrives at the house with her friend, she finds an abandoned baby and Will Jesperson, the new lightkeeeper. He claims to have nothing to do with the missing woman, but won't relinquish the baby who he says must be his brother's. He comes from the lighthouse where he just witnessed some piracy. Katie and Will join forces, for different reasons. Throw in small pox, more disturbances and threatened harm, and the book is one I couldn't put down. The pages are filled with tension and characters that worm their way into your mind. The hopes of true love seem impossible when outside pressures, financial and parental, force them apart. Ultimately, the book is one of discovery and the courage to reach out and trust others and God. A very enjoyable read that left me wanting more.
An enjoyable read! I’m so glad to finally get back to this series – I read the first one about two years ago, and really liked it, but never managed to finish the others. Until now. I’ll be reading the third one soon! The touch of mystery and suspense in this one made it delightful, along with a sweet romance. I was thankful that the romance wasn’t overkill, and was well balanced by other story elements. The book had a good pace and kept me tied to it. And the characters were great. I liked it!
The whole series "The Lighthouse...." by Colleen Coble were top notch and most enjoyable.
It was beautifully written historical romance with murder mystery & lots of suspense. Keeps you coming back for more and always delivers. This book is full of courage in face of adversity, adventurous gusto, and never ending curiosity. Lots of twists and turns, many times it feels thou the end might come to one or two heroes but it all turns out well in the end. Would definitely recommend and read more of similar. Thanks Colleen Coble, it sounds as it was your first of historical romance however it was some of the great writing I've read lately!
A GREAT BOOK!! I just couldn't put it down!!
But I loved this book! Characters were believable & engaging. Story kept me reading! I couldn't put it down.
could not put this book down! very good!
Mercy Falls California is a small quiet town in the earlier years of our nation. Everyone knew everyone else, good and bad, and made sure that news traveled. It was the days of a single telephone switchboard when anyone that had a telephone rang the switchboard to get connected to the number or person with whom they desired to communicate. Nell Bartlett and Katie Russell were the two switchboard operators that worked shifts opposite each other and pretty well worked out their schedules. When police or other emergency resources were needed it came through the switchboard, which made a huge difference in that emergency. There was also a lighthouse in Mercy Falls where Will Jesperson faithfully worked to keep the light going to ward off any ships that came too close to the rocks along the shore. Will's hobby was studying the clouds and the waves and in his mind, some day the weather would be forecast through the information obtained through such things. Will couldn't believe his eyes when he spied a ship firing on another ship and throwing the crew overboard, seizing the ship. Piracy? Could that be happening in this peaceful area? Katie was on duty to receive the call from Will at the lighthouse requesting the constable and medical help for the men that were coming ashore, some dead and some possibly alive. To Will's surprise Will's brother, Phillip, appeared as a private investigator hired to find information about the piracy that apparently had been ongoing for some time in the entire area. It was strange since they had not heard from each other for years but now they had to put differences aside if possible and work with each other. Katie heard that one of the women, Eliza, was having problems so she went to Eliza's house to see if all was well. No one answered but she could hear what sounded like a baby crying. She called the constable and sure enough, there was a baby inside Eliza's house. Throughout the book the parents of the baby were in doubt. No one would say they were the mother or father. The baby only added to the mystery of this normally quiet town. Now there was much more to gossip about! Will took a liking to the baby. He took the baby to the lighthouse and cared for it until something else could be worked out. A stranger tried to kidnap the baby but was fought off by Katie with her trusty skillet. When a smallpox epidemic hit the area, Katie moved into the lighthouse to be segregated from the diseased in town. There is much mystery, lots of love, lots of history as well as a learning experience of lighthouses and piracy and how it affected many in the town. I have read several of Colleen Coble's books and have enjoyed the good clean Christian atmosphere in which she keeps her stories. "The Lightkeeper's Bride" is no exception. You will enjoy it from cover to cover and no doubt will become addicted to Colleen's writings as I have.
In Mercy Falls, Katie Russell enjoys her work as a telephone central switchboard operator. However, she is disturbed that her parents want her to marry wealthy Bartholomew Foster though she does not love him. The wedding will bring her family prestige which they want.. However, Katie accidentally overhears a phone conversation between Eliza Bullmer and a ship apparent lost at sea with the male voice angrily mentioning blackmail. The authorities investigate, but find nothing; not even the caller. Katie talks with the new lighthouse keeper, Will Jesperson; as a smallpox epidemic forces the pair to remain quarantined in the lighthouse. As they team up to find the vanished female caller and the seemingly phantom ship, they fall in love. The latest Lightkeeper's Bride (see The Lightkeeper's Daughter) is a wonderful historical romantic suspense. Part of the exhilarating story line is the rather different views of the Victorian Era through various perspectives that showcase differing lives mean differing viewpoints in what Colleen Coble describes as diversity not monolithic. Filled with spins and waves, readers will enjoy the mystery of Eliza who disappeared Without a Trace left behind, except the tie to a male voice Katie heard in the background and the lost ship. Katie and Will fall in love while their belief in the Lord enables each to believe in each other and in their conviction that God will help them solve the mysteries safely and gain custody of beloved little Jenny; read to find out where this child fits in the strange mystery of the Lightkeeper's Bride. Harriet Klausner