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Remedy for the Heart [NOOK Book]

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Esther Melrose sees a difficult road ahead.


Even though she is thrilled to begin her career as a pharmacist, Esther is well aware that not everyone is willing to accept a woman in a man’s field. But she is no stranger to adversity. As an orphan, she knows it well. She just did not count on Andrew Radcliff, her benefactor’s nephew.



Andrew, a young doctor struggling to ...

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Overview

Esther Melrose sees a difficult road ahead.


Even though she is thrilled to begin her career as a pharmacist, Esther is well aware that not everyone is willing to accept a woman in a man’s field. But she is no stranger to adversity. As an orphan, she knows it well. She just did not count on Andrew Radcliff, her benefactor’s nephew.



Andrew, a young doctor struggling to establish his own practice and reputation apart from his father, believes it is God’s will that he help those who cannot afford proper medical care. But he is not so generous when he learns Esther Melrose’s professional goals. Her place is in the home. . .and in his heart. But marriage seems the furthest thing from Esther’s mind.



They are from two different places in society. Does acceptance and love have a chance?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781624169670
  • Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/1/2013
  • Series: Truly Yours Digital Editions , #1032
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 176
  • Sales rank: 125,675
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

JANET LEE BARTON has lived all over the southern U.S., but she and her husband plan to now stay put in Oklahoma. With three daughters and six grandchildren between them, they feel blessed to have at least one daughter and her family living in the same town. Janet loves being able to share her faith through her writing. Happily married to her very own hero, she is ever thankful that the Lord brought Dan into her life, and she wants to write stories that show that the love between a man and a woman is at its best when the relationship is built with God at the center. She's very happy that the kind of romances the Lord has called her to write can be read by and shared with women of all ages, from teenagers to grandmothers alike.
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New York City, 1898

Esther's heart flooded with joy as the hack she'd hired at Grand Central Station drove through the streets of the city. Philadelphia was wonderful, but New York City was home. She loved the hustle and bustle of it all. Watching people cross Broadway, dodging all manner of traffic, seeing new skyscrapers going up and wondering what it would be like to be that high up in the sky, energized her in a way no other place could.

As the hack pulled up in front of Mrs. Holloway's house, she could hardly believe she was finally back home to stay. Oh, she'd been back for visits at college breaks over the past two years, but those hadn't come nearly often enough, nor lasted long enough, for her. She'd been thankful that her studies kept her busy. Now that she was through with her schooling at the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy, she was excited and ready to begin her apprenticeship.

She paid the hack driver and hurried up the front steps, but before she could touch the door knocker, Mrs. Holloway herself opened the door wide.

"Esther, you're home at last! I've missed you, my dear." She opened her arms wide, and Esther quickly stepped into her motherly embrace.

"I've missed you, too, Mrs. Holloway. I am so glad to be back." It was wonderful to see the woman who'd taken her under her wing and put her through school. She was probably in her late forties or early fifties, with bright blue eyes and silvery blond hair pulled up into a Gibson girl-style updo.

The older woman quickly motioned for the driver to set Esther's bags in the foyer. Her butler, Jones, seemed to appear from nowhere to pay the driver and take Esther's bags upstairs.

He smiled in Esther's direction. "Welcome back, Miss Melrose. We've all been looking forward to your arrival."

"Why thank you, M—er, Jones." She gave a quick shrug and smiled. Esther wasn't sure she'd ever get used to addressing the butler without wanting to add Mister to his name. He was so…portly and gentlemanly, and he treated her as if she were of the same class as Mrs. Hollo-way and not the orphan the woman had taken under her wing. The Lord had surely blessed her when He brought Mrs. Miriam Holloway into her life several years earlier.

"Come, have some tea with me and relax a bit before you get settled in, Esther. Go on to the parlor, and I'll have Marie bring us something light to eat. I imagine you skipped lunch, and it's still awhile until dinner."

"You know me well, Mrs. Holloway." Esther headed toward the parlor while the older woman turned to go to the kitchen. Pulling off her gloves, Esther looked around the room and was glad to find that nothing had really changed since her last visit. It was full of light from the front and side windows, and it was decorated in a way that made one feel immediately at home.

For some reason, she'd been surprised that she did feel so comfortable in this grand house after living in the orphanage, but she did. It must be her benefactor's loving nature that filled the home. She'd felt safe and cared for from the moment Mrs. Holloway took her in. Of course, she hadn't lived there very long before she went to school in Philadelphia. But in the last two years Mrs. Holloway had welcomed her to stay until she married or moved into an apartment of her own—neither of which the older woman had ever encouraged.

She looked around at the now familiar furnishings—the sofas covered in a rose-and-yellow-patterned upholstery and chairs covered in solid rose. Rose drapes hung at the windows, and the soft yellow walls created a warm welcome to all who entered.

Fresh-cut yellow and pink roses sat on the side tables. Esther couldn't resist taking a sniff before settling in the corner of her favorite sofa. The realization that she truly was home in New York City for good began to sink in, and she sighed with joy.

"Here we go." Mrs. Holloway breezed into the room. Marie followed her with a tray filled with tea cakes and biscuits.

The maid was about the same age as Esther, but shorter. She had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Marie, it's good to see you. How have you been?" Esther asked.

"I'm fine, miss. We're glad to have you back." Marie set the tray on the table in front of Esther then turned to Mrs. Holloway. "Will that be all, ma'am?"

"Yes, thank you, Marie. I'll ring if we need anything else." She took a seat beside Esther as Marie left the room. "I'll pour. Go ahead and help yourself to a cake, dear."

Esther took several sweets from the tray and her cup from Mrs. Holloway. She'd never imagined she'd be taking tea with such a lady.

"Well now, did you hear from John Collins about when you start work?" Mrs. Holloway looked over the rim of her teacup with caring eyes.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm to begin work this coming Monday morning."

The older woman smiled and nodded. "That's good. He's a dear family friend, and I know he'll guide you with care and watch out for you. However, I am glad you'll have the weekend to get settled in."

"So am I. I'd like to go see Emma and Grace, too."

"Of course. I'm sure they're looking forward to seeing you as much as you are to seeing them."

"I've missed them so. Why, Emma is nearly the age I was when I left for college, and Grace is fourteen now." She chuckled. "It seems time has passed much faster here than while I was in Philadelphia. I can't wait to see them."

"Well, now that you are back to stay, you'll be able to see your cousins whenever you want to." She reached over and patted Esther's hand. "I know it hasn't been easy to be away from them."

Esther squeezed the older woman's hand. "Mrs. Holloway, I don't think I can ever thank you enough for your help with my schooling—even finding a pharmacist willing to train me. When I decided on this career, I didn't realize there would be such strong opposition to a woman going into the pharmaceutical field."

"Neither did I, my dear. And I'm sorry about that. But times are changing, and you'll be one who makes the way easier for other women to come into your field."

"I don't think I've ever thought of it in that way, but thank you. Realizing that I might make it less difficult for another will make it easier to put up with the prejudices."

"Was it that difficult for you at college?"

Esther didn't want Mrs. Holloway to blame herself in anyway. "It wasn't easy, but the Lord saw me through it. And I'm glad. I think it made me stronger. Several of my professors told me they thought I wanted to learn more than some of the men in my classes did. I think it bothered many of my classmates that my grades were as good as theirs—that I passed my classes in the upper percent."

"How did they treat you?"

"Oh, some were nice. But there were a few who implied that I was given easier tests because I am a woman. And even…" She shook her head. No, she didn't need to tell Mrs. Holloway that several implied that she'd given favors to the professors. There was no need to cause her to worry. Esther knew the truth, and so did the Lord. More than likely she'd get the same kind of treatment in her apprenticeship.

"I'm so proud of you, Esther. I do hate that you had to put up with such treatment."

"I'm sure it was to get me ready for what is to come. But it doesn't matter. I got through it then, and I'll get through it now."

"You be sure to let John know if anyone gives you problems at his pharmacy. He won't stand for it, I'm certain of that."

Esther believed her, yet she knew that much of what she'd have to put up with would occur out of Mr. Col-lins's sight or hearing, just as it had been with her professors. But the Lord would see her through. Of that she was certain.

Mrs. Holloway took a sip of tea then set her cup down. "Oh, my dear, I almost forgot to tell you—I have another houseguest."

"Oh?"

"Yes. My nephew, Andrew Radcliff, is staying with me while he gets his medical practice going and until he gets ready to find a home of his own. I'm quite enjoying his company in this big house and am in no hurry for him to leave."

"He's the physician you told me about?"

"Yes." Mrs. Holloway nodded. "Andrew is my sister's son and has moved up here from Boston. I'm not sure my brother-in-law is pleased. He wanted Andrew to go into practice with him, but Andrew has an independent streak and felt that there was more of a need for doctors here in New York City than at home. You'll meet him at dinner tonight."

"I look forward to it." She would enjoy talking about the medical field with someone who might understand her dedication to her medicine.

Mrs. Holloway looked at the clock on the mantel. "I suppose I should let you go up and get settled in before it is dinnertime. I'm so glad to have you home, dear. I've missed our talks."

"So have I." Esther stood and shook out her skirts. "It's more than good to be back, but I'm finding it hard to believe I really am."

Mrs. Holloway patted her on the shoulder. "Why don't you go up and get settled in? I'm sure it will seem more real to you once you put your belongings away and rest a bit before dinner."

"Oh, I don't think I can rest. I'm so excited to be back, I don't really want to waste time by sleeping."

Mrs. Holloway chuckled as they parted ways at the stair-case. "I can remember feeling that way in my youth. There will be time to rest later. I'll see you at dinner, dear."

Esther couldn't contain a smile as she went upstairs. She had so many blessings to count she didn't know quite where to start in thanking the Lord.

By the time Esther got to her room, Marie had already unpacked and put away her things. She'd have to remember this way of life was far grander than her circumstances would be when she moved away. Mrs. Holloway had spoiled her, and Esther took care not to take any of her kindnesses for granted.

She loved this room. It was done in her favorite colors of blue and green and was way too large for one person. She even had her own private bath, and as she took a long soak in the tub, she had to admit it was a luxury she'd love to get used to. But she couldn't—and wouldn't—let herself forget where she came from and who she was.

Esther would be happy to have an apartment the size of her room once she got out on her own. And that was the goal, after all—to be able to support herself and help her cousins. To have a place eventually that they could all call home. Now that she was back in New York, the goal finally seemed within reach.

She dressed with care for dinner. Mrs. Holloway had bought her a complete wardrobe before she went to college. She'd never had a chance to wear some of her dresses yet.

But because Mrs. Holloway had insisted on a celebration dinner tonight, and she'd be meeting her nephew, Esther chose one of her favorites—a pink-and-white Scottish batiste dress with a lace yoke. She took extra care putting her dark chestnut hair up on top of her head and was pleased with the results as she turned this way and that in front of her dressing table mirror.

She hadn't paid all that much attention to her hair at school. She hadn't wanted the men in her class to think she was trying to find a husband or gain favor from one of the professors. Still, it hadn't stopped any of them from making advances. When she turned them down, they insinuated that she was hoping to garner the attentions of a professor. It all infuriated her, but she chose to ignore them rather than to make matters worse.

But she no longer needed to worry about her classmates' opinions. It was nice to want to feel pretty for no other reason than that Mrs. Holloway wanted to have a celebration.

Esther hoped her nephew was as easy to get along with as his aunt was. She looked forward to discussing the medical field with him. A doctor's viewpoint on some of the newer medicines would be refreshing. Her stomach flittered in excitement as she headed down to dinner.

It was nearing dinnertime when Andrew Radcliff let himself in his Aunt Miriam's home. He smiled at the feminine sound of laughter coming from the parlor. His aunt spoke highly of Miss Melrose and had been looking forward to her arrival today. He had to admit he was curious to see this young woman.

"Mr. Andrew, may I announce your presence, sir?" Jones asked.

"No need, Jones. It sounds as if the ladies are enjoying themselves. I think I'll leave them to it for a bit while I change for dinner."

"Yes, sir." Jones gave a nod and continued through the hall to the butler's pantry.

Andrew headed upstairs to his room and smiled as he heard his aunt laugh once more. Aunt Miriam hadn't really said too much about Miss Melrose, only that she'd be staying with her for a while. Of course, he hadn't asked many questions either—he'd been too busy trying to set up his medical practice to show much interest in anything else around him for weeks now.

He rubbed the back of his neck. He was tired but thankful. For the first time since he'd opened his office, he'd seen enough patients to feel as if he'd put in a full day. Hopefully word would get around that he was a physician who could be trusted, and he'd have a thriving practice before too long.

More than ever now, he was sure coming to New York had been the right thing to do. But he hadn't realized how difficult it might be to start up somewhere he wasn't really known. Going into practice with his father in Boston would have been much easier.

However, he hadn't wanted his practice to rise or fall on his father's reputation. Nor had he wanted to hurt his father's practice if he didn't live up to his patients' expectations. He loved his parents, but Andrew felt he and his father would never get along if they worked together. His father was a great doctor, but he was a little set in his ways and balked at some of the newer thoughts coming out of medical schools. Andrew, on the other hand, embraced the new methods he'd learned studying at Harvard.

It hadn't been easy to tell his father that he wanted to go into practice for himself and that he wanted to help those who might not be able to pay him. His father had assured him those people existed in Boston also and that he could take a day a week to help them. But that wasn't Andrew's vision.

Instead, he'd decided to set up his own practice far enough away that he could begin to feel he was on his own and free to follow what he believed to be God's calling in his life. He was thankful that the inheritance he'd received from his grandparents enabled him to do what he wanted, without worry of money.

His father was disappointed with his decision, and Andrew prayed he hadn't insulted him beyond what their relationship could stand.

He was very fortunate that his mother's sister lived in New York and had invited him to stay with her as long as he needed to. With a place to stay, he could pour all his energies into starting up his practice.

Andrew changed into a fresh white shirt and gray vest to go with his black-and-gray-striped pants then added a red cravat to top it off. Straightening his clothes, he gave a nod to the mirror and decided he would meet his aunt's approval, if not her guest's.

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  • Anonymous

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    great book

    Loved the book. Great characters. I really felt like I could identify with them. And they are so great... I really regretted when the story ended. They felt like dear friends. I hope the author will continue to write about Esrher's cousins. I want to know how everything works out for them now that they are no longer in the orphanage.

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