Pearl (Dakotah Treasures Series #2)

Pearl (Dakotah Treasures Series #2)

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by Lauraine Snelling
     
 

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Book 2 of Dakotah Treasures. Author Lauraine Snelling takes readers further forward in Ruby Torvald's story as Dove House becomes a well-known establishment. Ruby plays matchmaker between the lovely but hidden Pearl and the carpenter Soren, who longs to uncover the beauty in Pearl that seems to be damaged by a tragic childhood. Ruby's own heart is torn by loyalty to

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Book 2 of Dakotah Treasures. Author Lauraine Snelling takes readers further forward in Ruby Torvald's story as Dove House becomes a well-known establishment. Ruby plays matchmaker between the lovely but hidden Pearl and the carpenter Soren, who longs to uncover the beauty in Pearl that seems to be damaged by a tragic childhood. Ruby's own heart is torn by loyalty to the major and a surprising new suitor. But when a disaster threatens their future, will these jewels of the prairie be forced to abandon their dreams for the security of the east?

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ISBN-13:
9781441203229
Publisher:
Baker Publishing Group
Publication date:
04/01/2004
Series:
Dakotah Treasures
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
35,405
File size:
675 KB

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Pearl


By Lauraine Snelling

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2004 Lauraine Snelling
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7642-2221-X


Chapter One

Chicago, early March 1883

Once a teacher; always a teacher.

Pearl Hossfuss stared at the line she'd written in her most perfect script. That is the story of my life, the rest of my life for however long it may be. Was that a sigh of despair or acceptance she felt working its way up from her toes?

"Miss Pearl, your father said you are late for supper." The maid stood in the doorway, a quick glance over her shoulder giving the impression she would rather be anywhere than where she was at the moment.

"Thank you, Marlene. I'm sorry you had to come searching for me." Pearl corked her inkwell and stood, tucking her hair into the gentle wave that, along with the high-necked waist, covered the scar on her neck. She glanced in the mirror as she passed the oak-framed oval mirror. No sense in not being perfectly groomed. She'd been sent back to her room more than once to repair an imperfection.

She touched the cameo at the neckline, her talisman, the last gift from her mother. Would her father even remember that today, March fifth, was the tenth anniversary of her mother's death? Not that he would say anything, of course.

She made her way down the curved and carved staircase, the gas-lit chandelier on the landing dispelling the gloom of a gray day. Thelight reflecting off the Venetian crystals was a sight that never failed to lift her spirits.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was studying for tomorrow." She made her way to the chair at her stepmother's left hand, where she had sat ever since Amalia joined the Hossfuss family a year after Pearl's mother died. Her father had at least paid tribute to the strictures of society regarding the year of mourning.

The way he snapped his napkin and laid it across his lap told her he would have more to say later on the subject of her tardiness. Muttonchop whiskers, two shades darker than his sandy hair, bristled. Gold-rimmed glasses perched low on a nose as regal as a Greek god's.

Eleven-year-old Jorge Bronson Hossfuss Jr., a miniature of his father, sans glasses, in appearance only, glanced at her from lowered eves, one twitching in a wink. If it weren't for the antics of Jorge, life in the Hossfuss mansion would be far more sober.

"Let us pray." Mr. Hossfuss, the name still called him by his wife, bowed his head and began without waiting to make sure everyone did the same. He just expected it.

"I Jesu navn ..."

The Norwegian words flowed around the table, a daily reminder of their heritage, a heritage that Jorge Bronson Hossfuss Sr. had capitalized on as a way to the wealth that built a warehouse, office buildings, and as Pearl recently discovered, some of the tenements where her pupils lived, as well as the Hossfuss estate on Lakeshore Drive.

Pearl brought her thoughts back in time to join the others in the amen. Was that why her father allowed her to teach at the settlement house? As a way of atonement for his investments? Or, as she had suspected more than once, was it because teaching was the only permissible position for his elder daughter who refused to become a leader in the society where his new wife thrived? After nine years of marriage, Amalia was not new, but Pearl always thought of her that way.

"Thank you," she responded as the maid set a gilt-edged flat bowl centered on a matching gilt-edged plate in front of her. Fish ball soup tonight. Inga, direct from the old country, cooked all manner of meals but was truly in her element when she could serve true Norwegian fare.

"How was school today?" her father asked his son.

"All right. I made an A on that composition about the wreck of the HF, thanks to the information you gave me."

Mr. Hossfuss shook his head. The HF, standing for Hoss Fuss, had been one of his ships, veteran of many Atlantic crossings, but had sunk in a freak storm on Lake Michigan.

"And you, Pearl, have you a good report also?" His mandatory question asked, he nodded to the maid to remove his soup dish.

"Yes." But she made no effort to continue. He never bothered to listen.

"Mrs. Smithson said that she'd heard your headmistress saying what a superb teacher you are." Amalia patted her mouth with her napkin. "I know that makes your father very proud of you."

Pearl knew no such thing. Once, back when she was his princess, she had thought that, but no longer. He did his duty by her-he would never bear to have someone say he had shirked his duty-but with that taken care of, he relegated her to things past.

Wishing she were up in the nursery with the younger children, Pearl finished her dinner, waited for her father and stepmother to adjourn to the parlor for their evening together, then she and Jorge headed for the second floor in the west wing, the floor devoted to children.

"Did you see the stage since I remade it for Arnet and Anna?"

"No. When did you finish?"

"Last night."

"So they will be able to give their first performance for Father's birthday?"

"Right on schedule. He'll have to believe you had a hand in the script."

"No one will tell him." She'd already made sure of that. All the credit would go to Arnet and Anna who, while they were ten months apart, looked more alike than many twins.

"Do you think Father will like our surprise?"

He better. "Of course he will. After all, it's about when he came to America. How many times has he told you the story?"

Jorge grinned. "I can't count that high."

Jealousy was one of the seven deadly sins, and Pearl had to fight it off on a regular basis. On one hand she rejoiced for her younger brothers and sister, but on the other, if only her father would grace her with the smiles she remembered from before, then ... But it was always before. Before life had changed in an instant. Accidents happened. That's why they were called accidents.

"Are you having your class do a play this year?" Jorge asked.

"I'd like to." Ignoring the memory of the extra long hours she'd put in to make the play a success, she thought only to the faces of her pupils, the smiles, the excited jabbering, the fear overcome. Could she manage to create such a production again, or had her children last year been especially gifted?

"I'll help you."

She turned to her brother. "Tusen takk and more."

He sketched a bow. "You have no idea what it will cost you."

Her laugh made his smile widen.

* * *

That night as she prepared for bed, Pearl opened her Bible to Psalm 91, one of her favorites. She recited it aloud as she loosened her corset, sliding the bone-ridged garment down so she could step out of it. She hung it in the chifforobe, lifting her dressing gown off the hook at the same time. "'He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings thou shalt trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.'" She turned the pages to verses fourteen and sixteen, her latest verses to consign to memory. She read one verse aloud, reciting it again as she sat to brush her hair the required one hundred strokes. Dark like honey, left in the hive over winter, that glinted fire when sparked by sunlight, the strands rippled down her back. She could call one of the maids to come brush it for her, but she knew they were busy cleaning up from supper. The pitcher of water, still warm for her to wash her face, was a luxury. Bathing in the bathroom was also a luxury, but there was something special about the privacy of her own room. And besides, this was the time she used to spend with her mother, a sacred hour just before bedtime, when Anna asked about her day, told her stories of when she was little after coming from Norway, and always, the most delicious, brushed her hair. And allowed her daughter to brush hers. Ah, the rippling gold of her mother's hair. Pearl's had never held the sheen and silkiness of her mother's.

She stared at the face in the slightly wavy mirror. She knew she looked like her mother-straight nose, full lips, and eyebrows with a tendency to arch, both in question or amusement. Except for the side she kept turned from the light. Always there was an except. But her mother had been a beauty, so why didn't the similar features do the same for her daughter?

Was it the touch of her father's square chin? His wider brow? The tiny gap between her two front teeth? Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, or so the old saying went. And her eyes always saw only the almost, the not quite.

She folded back the covers and stroked her hand over the warmed sheets. Marlene had been busy with the warming pan, a long-handled round pan filled with coals that she stroked between the sheets. Settled with two pillows propped behind her so she could read, Pearl opened her book, carefully placing the leather bookmark beyond where she was reading. Nothing gave her more pleasure than a good book. Even though she'd read Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility before, she lost herself in the story, finally turning off the gaslight when her eyes grew too heavy to stay open. In the darkness of her room she watched the branches outside her window dance in the wind. As a child they'd frightened her, but now they'd become old friends.

"Lord, what is to become of me? Am I to remain here in my father's house, doing his bidding for the rest of my life? Is there not another place for me? Perhaps even a husband? I hate to sound like a whining woman, but I'm nearly twenty-three, an old maid in everyone's eyes. Is that your will for me?" She paused, a heaviness settling on her chest. A sigh sent it scurrying. "I surely do hope not, pray not. Have I been remiss lately in saying how I love you? Forgive me for being so wrapped up in my own concerns. I do love you. I honor you and praise your most holy name. Amen." She turned on her side and tucked the quilts up about her shoulders.

Sometime later, she woke from a dream of traveling on a train. I wonder where I was going.

Chapter Two

Pearl stared across her fifth-grade class at the settlement house. Half of them belonged at home in bed if their coughing and runny noses were any indication. But they were at least warm here and had a hot meal at noon.

"Miss Hossfuss, I gotta go," one of the boys said.

"You may be excused." She gave him an arched eyebrow look. "But come straight back." She refrained from adding "this time," but he knew. One more trip to the principal, and he would be out on the streets.

No one with even a lick of brains wanted to be out on the sleety streets of Chicago. The wind seared skin and sucked the juice out of one, leaving a person reeling. And yesterday had been the first fine taste of spring.

"All right class, since we cannot go outside for recess, we will play a game in here. Now count off by twos." She pointed to the girl on the far left side of the room. "Start with you, Sadie."

Sighs and groans accompanied the numbering as the sides took shape. Letting them choose took far too long and always left the last one standing feeling as though no one liked him, or her, as the case may be.

"You're here with us," someone called when the boy reentered the room.

"All right now, form up behind the line. We're going to do a relay. The person at the head of the line runs to the front of the room, grabs an eraser off the blackboard, and runs back, handing it off to the next runner: The first team to finish wins."

"What is our prize?" Several children asked at the same time.

Pearl kept a jar of peppermint candies for such a time as this. She reached down in the drawer and set the jar on her desk. "The winning team each gets two pieces, the other team one." As soon as the cheers quieted, she counted, "One, two...." and paused. They groaned. "I forgot to tell you that you cannot cross the line until the runner ahead of you does." She pointed to the line she'd painted on the worn floorboards. When they nodded, she began again, "One, two, three, go."

Yelling and jumping as they cheered their teammates on did more to warm kids up than the actual running. The teams were neck and neck when they hit the tenth and last person. The last two runners, the two weakest class members, grabbed their erasers and scrambled to keep their footing as they headed for the blackboard.

Pearl stood at the side to judge fairly. The blue team won by such a slight margin that she shook her head. "I declare a tie." Now she hoped she had forty pieces of candy in the jar. "You two can each count out how many pieces?"

They scrunched their faces.

"Ah ... ten," one boy said. His team groaned, but no one shouted out the answer. They'd all learned a hard lesson one game when someone shouted the answer and their team went without the treat. Keeping to her decision had been one of Pearl's more difficult moments.

"Think again, Ean. Two for each person on your team."

"I know." A girl on the other team nearly burst her skin with excitement.

"Now write down your answer." Pearl pointed at a piece of paper and pencil on the edge of her desk.

As the girl wrote her answer, Ean's grin lit his face, like a gas jet flaring.

Pearl held up her hand as if stopping traffic. She checked the gift's writing, nodded, and turned to nod at Ean.

"Twenty," he said triumphantly.

"Very good." Pearl poured the red-and-white striped candy pieces from the jar onto a napkin. "Count them out."

With everyone sucking on peppermint candies, she motioned them to sit on the floor in front of her closer to the radiators where it was warmer. As soon as they were settled, she opened the book she'd been reading a chapter at a time. Oliver Twist took off on another adventure with his gang, each child sitting spellbound as Pearl read to the class.

When the dismissal bell rang, Pearl closed the book. "Now remember that we have a test tomorrow in arithmetic, and you must all be ready to recite your poem." Knowing that few of them had more than a candle or lamp for light in the evenings, she hesitated to give homework assignments during the long winter nights. Not that many of the parents paid much attention to the assignments she did give.

If half of her fifth-grade class returned in the fall, she'd be surprised. Too many families needed the older children to be out working, especially those with no fathers.

Three children stayed after the bell to help her clean the classroom, chatting and laughing as they washed the blackboard, swept the floor, and banged the chalk out of the erasers on the lee side of the building.

Continues...


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Meet the Author

Lauraine Snelling is an award-winning author of over 30 books, both fiction and non fiction for adults and young adults. She has two horse series for young teen girls, the GOLDEN FILLY SERIES and HIGH HURDLES. Lauraine is also the author of the popular RED RIVER OF THE NORTH and RETURN TO RED RIVER series set in North Dakota in the past part of the 19th century.

Besides writing both books and articles, Lauraine teaches at writer's conferences across the country and has an active speaking career. She and husband Wayne have two grown sons, four grand dogs and live in the country where Lauraine can garden, sew, do crafts, cross stitch, enjoy her birds and eventually have a horse again.
Lauraine Snelling is the award-winning author of over 70 books, fiction and nonfiction, for adults and young adults. Her books have sold nearly 5 million copies. Besides writing books and articles, she teaches at writers' conferences across the country. She and her husband make their home in Tehachapi, California. Learn more at www.laurainesnelling.com.

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Pearl (Dakotah Treasures Series #2) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 54 reviews.
clemmy More than 1 year ago
This book is set in the era where people were respectable and kept distance between themselves and others, so don't be surprised when there isn't scandal. This series is also based on Christian characters who believe that God's will will guide them. I enjoyed Pearl as a character because she is quiet, self-conscious, and an avid reader. This book also follows up on Ruby who is also an interesting woman who is raising her younger sister Opal. Another reason to respect these women is that they are not looking for a man, as women have always been wont to do; the men just sort of pop up. They have other things to take up their ample brain power - Pearl (teacher) & Ruby (hotel owner/manager).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't help but read the entire series. Usually, I read the first book of the series and move on to something else. The characters were lively and entertaining. I found myself drawn to them, wanting to find out more about American life in the late 1800's. Some of the story lines were serious, but nothing that made me want to shut the book and run to something lighter. It was refreshing to find a Christian book with characters that struggled with their faith in a "real" way.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again, Lauraine Snelling has wrote another great series about early North Dakota. I hope this isn't the end of the Dakotah Treasures. I recommend this book to anyone who likes historical fiction. Can't wait for the next one!
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I totally love this series. What a wonderful story and characters. When I read these stories I feel like I know these characters. They have wonderful personalities. I can't wait to read the next story. It was rather sad at the end though. Onto the next!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lauraine Snelling has a new customer that will want every book she has written.
cathie35 More than 1 year ago
Actually there are 4 women, Ruby, Pearl, Opel and Amethyst. Each story different. I loved reading them in the order in which they were written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A grey and red she pads in. "May I join."
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kcw0542 More than 1 year ago
Loved the series as a whole, but this book seemed to be more about Ruby and Opal from the first book, and not as much about Opal.
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On to the next in the series ! Cant wait!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series especially since I only live a few miles away from the area it was wrote about. Can't wait to start reading #3.
Liter8ure More than 1 year ago
I am absolutely loving the Dakota Series. I enjoy reading about how the characters are growing, and I love how the characters go from book to book. They're entertaining, and you find yourself quickly drawn into their lives. And you find that they quickly take a place in your heart!   My only wish is that more time was spent on Ruby and Rand, but I'm hoping the third book covers more with the two of them.  Such a wonderful read! I would highly recommend!!! 
AnonymousAW More than 1 year ago
Really loved this book series.
princessbutterfly More than 1 year ago
This book is a great addition to the Dakotah Treasures Series. I enjoyed reading about a another strong woman searching for a life from outside the expected life for a woman during those early days. I want to read all the books written by Lauraine Snelling. She is a great author and her books take me to another time period in history that I wish I could have experienced myself.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really held my interest. Would recommend all 4 books in this series.
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Loved the series good easy reading.
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Really liked this book, couldn't put it down. Kept my interest throughout the entire book. can't wait to finish Opal and then Amethyst.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the second of a 4 book series. I love this series. The characters are lively, honest, and have good moral standings. The stories of early North Dakota are always interesting, and are never what I expect them to be. This was the slowest moving book of the 4, but still worth reading and moving to the last 2 books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
a wonderful continued book after reading Ruby, I didn't want it to end.