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Sherbourne is a beloved benefactor of...

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Overview

Two families torn apart . . .

Two hearts drawn together . . .

One impossible love

Olivia Hewes’s one dream is to make Chatham Manor’s wool-producing venture profitable. If she fails, she’ll be forced to trade her independence for a loveless marriage. Her most threatening competition comes from neighboring estate owner Randolph Sherbourne.

Sherbourne is a beloved benefactor of the town of Otley—beloved, that is, by all except his nearest neighbors: the Hewes family of Chatham Manor. Tormented by the recent death of his father, Randolph has little time to spare for the centuries-old feud between the two estates.

When Olivia and Randolph cross paths unexpectedly, they’re drawn toward a forbidden love that will mean betraying both their families. But when they discover the shocking truth about the death of Randolph’s father, their future happiness seems doomed.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780786279739
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 11/23/2005
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 481
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

First Chapter

Wild Heather


By Catherine Palmer

Thorndike Press

Copyright © 2005 Catherine Palmer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780786279739

Chapter One

The village of Otley Yorkshire, England; 1813

"'Let the peace of God rule in your hearts.'" The young minister lifted a hand and held it over his congregation in benediction. "'And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.'"

Olivia Hewes, heiress to the Chatham family fortune, blew out a breath that sent the dark curls on her forehead dancing. Thank heaven, the service was over at last. She reached for the beaded bag in which she had placed a lemon sweet to freshen herself before greeting friends.

But as she drew apart the gathers of the reticule, the Reverend Berridge cleared his throat. "'Finally, brethren,'" he spoke again, his voice resonating from the high oak beams of the stone chapel, "'whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely-'"

Oh, get on with it, Olivia fretted. To her dismay, she had discovered that Otley's new minister enjoyed sermonizing for what seemed like hours. On and on he went-and who could attend to such lengthy discourse? Weighted by her many pressing responsibilities, Olivia tugged on the fringe of her pink cashmere shawl. How could she manage to slip away fromchurch without undue delay? And would she arrive home before disaster once again befell the family?

As was customary in the morning, her mother had not been at all well, and her brother, Clive, had stayed behind to look after her. In Olivia's opinion, this was a most unsatisfactory arrangement. Yet nothing she said could sway Lady Chatham from her decree that one of the family must make an appearance at church every Sunday morning.

"'Whatsoever things are of good report,'" the minister droned on, "'if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.'"

There is not. Olivia threaded her gloved fingers together and squeezed them so tightly that her blood stopped flowing. There is neither praise nor virtue to be found in Otley, she thought. And certainly there was nothing of good report in her own life. Her father's death when she was barely nineteen had forced her to take on the management of Chatham manor. With no preparation for such a task-and with her mother ill and her brother requiring much attention-she had thus far failed to turn any profit. Indeed, the financial situation had grown dire.

Though Lady Chatham believed the answer to their problems lay in a good marriage for both her children, Olivia had no desire to repeat the misery of the union she had witnessed at Chatham Hall. She loved to read tales of grand adventure and romance. As a young girl, she had often prayed that a handsome young hero might sweep her off her feet and carry her away to everlasting happiness. But over the years, she had seen enough of reality to dampen that dream. Besides, God rarely answered her prayers-so rarely that she often wondered why she bothered.

No indeed. Now that she was responsible for the manor, Olivia planned never to marry but to focus all her attention on bringing the estate back to solvency. To that end, she was planning to urge old Mr. Tupper, the family steward, into retirement, and she was searching for a new steward who could assist her in all her goals.

Olivia thought of herself as something like a tuft of the wild heather that grew on her beloved moor. She had set her roots into the stony soil of her homeland, and she would not be budged. The winds of change, the hail of misfortune, the storms of sorrow-none of these could dislodge her. Though she grew dry and old, she would not surrender. The land belonged to her-to every Chatham who had come before her and to every one who might follow-and she would cling tenaciously to it with a determination that had been bred into her through the centuries.

"'Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in Me, do.'" Reverend Berridge closed his Bible. "'And the God of peace shall be with you.'"

As the young man turned away from the pulpit, the congregation began to rise. At last. Olivia drew her shawl over her shoulders, popped the lemon sweet into her mouth, and slipped out of the pew. She would have no choice but to greet the Bowdens of Brooking House and the Baines of Nasmyth Manor. Though beneath her in society, they were respected families and must be acknowledged. And she really ought to invite Mrs. Berridge to tea. Being new to town, the young woman must be in want of female solace.

"Mrs. Baine, good morning!" Olivia dipped an elegant curtsy before her elderly neighbor. "How delightful to see you. And how well you look."

Moving on quickly, Olivia escaped the Billingsworths by tilting her bonnet just so. She evaded the Kibbles and the Seawards, who evidently were greeting the Thorne family. The Thornes occupied pews in the western side of the church-and Olivia, whose family took residence on the eastern side, would never deign to glance in that direction.

The owner of the Otley worsted mill, John Quince, who could not be avoided, touched her elbow. "Dear Miss Hewes," he said, bowing smartly. "You are looking bright today. Very lovely indeed."

An elegant man of great wealth, Quince employed many of Otley's citizens, whose wooden shoes could be heard clattering along the cobblestone streets as they hurried toward the mill at seven every morning and home again at eight each night of the week. Quince sent wool to individual families to be combed clean, while in his factory, men and women earned five shillings a week for their labors at the sixty-horsepower engine that ran the spinning machines. Children who pieced the worsted fabric earned two shillings a week. Olivia had heard rumors that the harsh labor often caused crippling injuries. Though she had no sure evidence of this, she knew the mill's overseers severely beat the children, for she had seen these little ones in the streets and had observed for herself the dreadful evidence of their cruel mistreatment.

Olivia did not admire John Quince, but his influence in the community must not be underestimated, and so she gave him a warm greeting. "How pleasant to see you, Mr. Quince. And how do you get on, sir?"

"Very well, indeed, thank you. But where is your dear mother?"

"She is unwell, I fear. She lies abed."

"Shocking news. Do convey my deepest sympathies. I shall call at my earliest opportunity."

She tipped her head and forced a smile. "You are always welcome at Chatham Hall, Mr. Quince."

And, finally, only the Bowden family blocked her path to the church door. "Mrs. Bowden, charmed," she greeted the stout lady whose husband was fond of quoting Scripture and poetry. "Ah, Mr. Bowden, was that not a fine sermon?"

"Capital, Miss Hewes," he replied with a bow. "None finer, nor more appropriate to the current deplorable contention in our town."

For an instant, Olivia was stricken mute. As landlord of more than a score of tenant families, she made it her business to be informed on every issue of import to Otley and its surrounds. In the midst of the difficulties that plagued her own family, had she failed to learn of some discord among the townsfolk?

She laid her hand on Mr. Bowden's arm. "Of which contention do you speak, sir?"

"Why, the doctrinal matter plaguing our village, of course. Reverend Berridge could not have chosen a better sermon topic than that of peace. As King Solomon so eloquently reminds us, 'Wisdom is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.'"

"You have it backward, Father," his eldest daughter, Ivy, said gently. The lovely young woman smiled at Olivia. "The verses in Proverbs-they go the other way round."

"My dear girl, their meaning is the same," her father replied. "It is most unwise for the town's leaders to perpetuate this divisive, injurious, and most disputatious of issues!"

Olivia clenched her jaw. "And the issue is ...?"

"Was the earth created in six days, or was it not? By extension, one must ask if the Bible should be taken literally in its every word-or might it be allowed some small flaw of translation or be open to personal interpretation? I tell you, this topic is of great doctrinal import. Conversation in our drawing rooms cannot escape it. Indeed, the matter colors even the discourse between husband and wife, father and daughter."

"In our house it does," Ivy said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Miss Hewes," Ivy's father continued, "I must be frank. I believe it behooves your esteemed mother to make every attempt to resolve this issue and quell the discord."

Olivia longed for her fan. She felt hot and annoyed and terribly anxious, yet she had no choice but to stand and engage Mr. Bowden in this meaningless chatter. Was the earth created in six days? How silly! How utterly trivial in comparison with the issue of the moment-the chaos Olivia's brother might be wreaking even now at Chatham Hall.

She willed herself to concentrate. Her mother, who ought to tend to duties in matters that beset the townspeople, was all but unable. No one knew the extent to which the mantle of responsibility had fallen on Olivia's shoulders. And she intended to keep Lady Chatham's condition a secret for as long as possible. Indeed, Olivia would do everything in her power to protect her family's reputation.

"To be sure, Mr. Bowden," she said. "The Chatham family are committed to the good of everyone in Otley."

"But what of this lecture to be given by William Buckland on the fifteenth of the month?" he asked. "You know what that man believes, and his speech can only foment hostilities. Miss Hewes, can you be persuaded to speak to Lady Chatham about the situation?"

"Of course. Yes, certainly-oh, can this be Miss Clementine?" Olivia spotted the golden-haired child peeking out from behind a pew. Gratefully turning away from Mr. Bowden, she knelt on the stone floor to greet the little girl. "What a lovely young lady you are, my dear. And how tall you have grown! I declare, you must be eight years old by now."

"No indeed, madam, for I am barely six." Flushing with pleasure, Clementine Bowden made a curtsy. "Miss Hewes, you must come to Brooking House and see our polliwogs. We have ever so many in our stream."

"Polliwogs." A genuine smile came to Olivia's lips for the first time that morning. "I liked polliwogs once ... and I believe I should like them still. But I fear I must hurry home at once to my own dear mama."

With that, Olivia attempted to stand. But for some reason, her gown refused to budge. Disconcerted, she straightened, and the fabric suddenly gave way with a loud ripping sound.

"Upon my word!" She looked over her shoulder to discover her hem trapped beneath the heel of a man's large leather boot. "I declare, sir-you are treading upon my gown!"

The man turned, and their eyes met. His were blue ... the bright and glorious blue of a Yorkshire lake in midsummer. Olivia stared, her lips parting and her breath unmoving as every rational thought in her head, every worry in her heart vanished. She looked into a face that might have been chiseled by a Greek artisan-a noble nose, a jutting chin, a square jaw, and the plane of a cheek so fine and smooth it could have been hewn from marble. Yet the color that suffused the flesh of this face gave it life and beauty and bearing.

Such a man! Such breadth of shoulder, such imposing stature, and such a head of hair ... warm chestnut curls that tumbled over his ears and brushed his collar as he removed a top hat of the finest beaver.

"Dear madam," he said, and his voice was deep and rich. "I sincerely beg your pardon."

His blue gaze tore from her eyes and fell to her gown. Olivia glanced down, too, and saw the astonishing rent. Great ghosts! The embroidered white lawn fabric of her skirt had ripped cleanly away from the back of her bodice! A button hung by a single thread, and the gathers in her skirt were even now unfolding like accordion pleats.

"Lord Thorne has torn Miss Hewes's gown!" Clementine Bowden exclaimed. "I can see her petticoat!"

The announcement brought cries of dismay from those around her as Olivia snatched her pink shawl and attempted to cover the gap with the length of cashmere. The man reached to assist, but someone stayed his hand.

"This is Miss Hewes!" John Quince said quickly. "Do come away, Lord Thorne."

Thorne! As that most hated of names registered in her brain, Olivia dropped the corner of her shawl. She sucked in a shocked gasp, and the lemon drop flew to the back of her throat. Lord Thorne? Could it be? She began to choke. Had she actually looked at a Thorne? Had he looked at her?

"Miss Hewes, I fear you are unwell." Thorne took another step toward her, his hand held out solicitously. "May I assist-"

"No, no!" She backed up, coughing the lemon drop into her palm as she stumbled into the group of stunned onlookers behind her.

"Indeed, I can see I have caused you great distress." He was surrounded by Thornes-relations, friends, associates ... oh, dear!

"Miss Hewes is the daughter of Lady Sophia Chatham," Quince sputtered in warning. "I insist, sir, that you-"

"But she is ... I have torn her-"

"I am well, my lord," Olivia blurted out. "Do not trouble yourself, I beg you."

"Come, brother!" A man in the Thorne party spoke up. He was nearly as tall as Lord Thorne but younger. "Miss Hewes has pardoned you. Leave it at that. We have had enough trouble from her family to last a lifetime."

The bitter tone slid through Olivia's bones. "Trouble from my family?" she retorted. "What is your meaning in this accusation, sir?"

Not deigning to answer, the younger man took his brother's elbow and turned away. "Randolph, the ladies await us in the carriage."

Lord Thorne detached himself and gave Olivia a bow. "I assure you, madam, I meant you no affront."

"Good morning, sir," Olivia managed while executing a self-conscious curtsy.

His blue eyes fell upon her once again. She clutched the sticky lemon drop in her glove and hung suspended in his gaze. For a moment, she felt certain he would speak again. Instead, he returned his top hat to his head and followed his brother through the church door.

"Dear Miss Hewes!" Ivy Bowden appeared at Olivia's side. "Please allow me to offer you my own shawl, for it is prodigiously large. Folded into a triangle, it will-"

"Lord Thorne trod upon Miss Hewes's gown!" Clementine cried, jumping up and down on tiptoes. "He tore it!"

"My shawl is finer than yours, Ivy," Caroline Bowden, another of the sisters, said. "Put two together, for no one will think twice-"

"Two together?" Old Mrs. Baine stared in horror.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2006

    Wonderful Story

    I just finished this book and thought it was great....I hated to know that it was coming to an end. Catherine Palmer does an excellent job in this. Her characters of Olivia and Randolph come across as so human, you can really feel the anguish, the joy and even the love they have for each other. I can't do it justice here, but don't pass up this book! Read it! You'll love it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2004

    A great reading experience

    The Hewes and the Sherbournes started out as best friends when the monarch rewarded their loyalties with adjacent estates near Otley, England. However, a land dispute broke out many generations after the founding and for the next century plus the two families remain feuding. In 1813 Olivia Hewes worries that her family may be in financial trouble. Her choices are to find a profit making venture or a loveless marriage to a wealthy person. She chooses the business venture feeling she can make money selling wool....................................... With the sudden death of his father, Lord Randolph Sherbourne is now in charge of the family fortunes. He has two immediate goals. He wants to learn what really happened to his father and to settle the dispute with the Hewes. His attraction to Olivia is a good reason for the latter. She feels the same way about ending the feud and is already half in love with Randolph. However, their relationship and the tenuous peace seem impossible as facts about his sire¿s death implicate the Hewes................................... WILD HEATHER is a delightful historical romance that uses the often applied Romeo and Juliet family feud theme to cause a schism between the lead couple, but Catherine Palmer keeps it fresh with other subplots that tie back to the prime story line. The tale is filled with surprising twists that keep the reader hopping as to what will happen next. The lead couple is a fine star-crossed pair falling in love and desiring peace between their families, but the mystery of his father adds suspense and a new impetus to the quarrel. Catherine Palmer furbishes a strong historical romance that sub-genre fans will fully appreciate. ................................... Harriet Klausner

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