Beyond All Measureby Dorothy Love
Ada has loved deeply and lost dearly. But protecting her heart could mean missing the love of a lifetime.
Ada Wentworth may be young, but she's seen enough of life to know she can only rely on herself. Everyone including God it seems, has let her down. Having lost her family, her fiance, and her fortune, Ada journeys from Boston to Hickory Ridge,/p>/b>
Ada has loved deeply and lost dearly. But protecting her heart could mean missing the love of a lifetime.
Ada Wentworth may be young, but she's seen enough of life to know she can only rely on herself. Everyone including God it seems, has let her down. Having lost her family, her fiance, and her fortune, Ada journeys from Boston to Hickory Ridge, Tennessee, to take a position as a lady's companion. Though initially charmed by the pretty little Southern town tucked into the foothills of the great Smokies, Ada plans to stay only until she can earn enough to establish a millinery shop.
Her employer, Wyatt Caldwell, the local lumber mill owner, is easily the kindest, most attractive man Ada has met in Hickory Ridge. He believes Providence has brought her to town and into his life. But how, after so many betrayals, can she ever trust again? Besides, Wyatt has a dream of his own. A dream that will one day take him far from Hickory Ridge.
As the South struggles to heal in the aftermath of the Civil War, one woman must let go of her painful past in order to embrace God's plans for her. Can she trust Him, and Wyatt, with her future and her heart?
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Beyond All Measure
By Dorothy Love
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Chapter OneHickory Ridge, Tennessee June 1871
Holding tightly to her worn travel satchel, Ada Wentworth stepped through a cloud of billowing steam and scanned the rain-slicked railway platform, looking for the woman who had promised to meet her. Smartly-dressed travelers folded their black umbrellas and pushed through a knot of farm wives, mill workers, and station peddlers hawking candy and magazines. A line of buggies and wagons waited in the heat, the placid horses swishing their tails against a cloud of flies. A group of schoolboys jostled Ada roughly as they passed, their languid, high-pitched accents falling strangely on her ear.
She pulled her handkerchief from her cuff and blotted her face, her gaze traveling from one person to the next. People aplenty, but no red-haired woman carrying a white parasol.
She skirted a mound of baggage and wound her way toward the agent's office, trying to quell her growing apprehension. She'd known Hickory Ridge wouldn't be anything like New England, but this bustling village rimmed with fog-shrouded mountains was unlike any place she'd ever been.
Outside the station agent's office, she paused to get her bearings. A steady stream of travelers flowed around her like water around a stone. She swallowed the hard lump forming in her throat. What on earth had she done?
"Purty little town, Hickory Ridge, ain't it?" The salesman who had slept away the entire morning's journey leaning against her shoulder grinned at her, exposing a mouthful of rotted and tobacco-stained teeth. "Hotter'n blazes, though. Rain didn't do a bit of good if you ask me."
Ada moved farther down the platform and brushed the cinders from her traveling dress. The salesman followed, his battered sample case banging against his knee. He tipped his hat, a brown felt bowler that had seen better days. "Name's Cyrus McNeal, ma'am. From the Southern Medicinal Supply Company. Any type of curative, preventative, or tonic you may require, I'm yer man."
Opening his case, he produced two small brown vials. "Would you like some free samples? One's fer yer stummick ailments, and t'other calms yer nerves."
"Thank you. No."
"Suit yerself. There's more'n two hours before my train to Nashville. I figger to have me a good hot meal at Miss Hattie's. You care to join me?"
The station agent, a lanky man with a thick walrus mustache and graying hair parted in the middle, made his way to her side. "Is this here feller botherin' you, Miss?"
The salesman dropped his samples into his pocket. "I was just leaving."
Ada nodded to the agent as the salesman disappeared into the crowd. "Thank you. That tiresome man made a nuisance of himself all the way from Knoxville."
He gestured toward the far end of the platform. "That your trunk?"
"Yes." She suppressed a long sigh. Twenty-six years old, and all her worldly possessions fit into one moldering trunk. Given half a chance, the auctioneer would have taken it too. As it was, she had nothing, not even a proper mourning dress. But mourning clothes were of no consequence here at the edge of the livable world.
The agent wiped his forehead with a wrinkled blue handkerchief. "Is someone supposed to meet you?"
"Miss Hannah Fields. She wrote that she'd carry a white parasol so I could recognize her. I don't suppose you know her."
"Hickory Ridge is growin' these days, but I pretty much know everybody around here. Miss Hannah should be along directly. That is, if Old Starch and Vinegar hasn't thought up somethin' else for her to do."
"Starch and vinegar?"
"Mrs. Willis. The woman Miss Hannah works for. Folks call her Starch and Vinegar, but not to her face, o' course." He grinned. "No ma'am. Not to her face."
A piercing whistle sounded. The engine heaved, belching smoke and cinders, and lumbered down the tracks. Another shower of sparks rained down. Ada brushed the ashes off her skirt. Now she regretted having worn her best dress for travel, but she needed this job desperately. First impressions were important.
Her stomach rumbled. Although there had been plenty of good food aboard the train, it had come at a price. Mindful of her swiftly dwindling resources, Ada had made do with bowls of lukewarm soup and cups of bitter hot chocolate as the train lumbered southward, taking her farther away from all that was familiar. She couldn't remember when she'd last enjoyed a full, hot meal. Hungry and dazed with summer heat, she swayed on her feet.
"Careful, ma'am!" The agent took her arm and led her to a wooden bench on the shady side of the platform. "You just sit tight, and I'll get you some water."
Ada sank heavily onto the bench. Last evening, as Miss Fields's letter had instructed, she had sent a wire giving the woman her arrival time. Where in blazes was she? Ada blotted her face again and fought a wave of panic. Suppose the offer of employment had been withdrawn? It had taken most of her cash just to make the long trip to Hickory Ridge. There wasn't nearly enough for a return ticket.
Not that returning home was an option. Ada's heart squeezed with sadness. She tucked away her handkerchief and blinked back sudden tears.
The agent returned with a glass of water, and she drank it gratefully.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes. Much better. Thank you."
He consulted his pocket watch. "I should get back to the office. You're welcome to wait inside if you've a mind to, but the truth is, it's cooler out here. I'm sure Miss Hannah will be along before too much longer."
He went back inside. Restless with nerves, Ada rose and walked to the far end of the platform, which afforded a better view of the town. The streets rang with the clatter of horses' hooves, the rattle of harnesses, and the faint tinkling of shop-door bells. Along one side of the street stood the mercantile, and next to it a bank with gold lettering on the windows. Farther down was a newspaper office and a dentist's office. A haberdashery, a barbershop, and a bookshop occupied the opposite side of the street, next to the Hickory Ridge Inn. Behind the newspaper office sat the Verandah Hotel for Ladies, a faded blue building with drooping shutters and a weathered sign that hung unevenly from a rusty chain. In the distance, the tree-clad mountains stood like sentinels against the rain-washed sky.
Of course Hickory Ridge can't compete with Chattanooga or Knoxville, Hannah had written, but for a small town we're quite progressive.
Ada watched two women in old-fashioned poke bonnets emerge from the mercantile, their arms laden with packages. A progressive town was precisely what she needed to secure her future. Not that she planned to stay forever in Hickory Ridge. But the employment notice in the Boston Herald had seemed the perfect solution to her immediate dilemma. A chance to start over in a town where no one knew the first thing about her while she set her plan in motion.
It had seemed simple enough. Now she was much less certain that she'd made the right decision. It was one thing to make a plan and quite another to put it into action.
A buckboard rattled down the street and came to a stop near the elevated platform. The driver, a man in rough clothes, boots, and a wide-brimmed hat, smiled up at her. Backlit by the sun, he appeared muscular and broad shouldered. "Miss Wentworth? Ada Wentworth?"
"I'm Wyatt Caldwell. I'm here to drive you out to Miss Lillian's place."
"But I thought Miss Fields was coming for me."
He smiled, crinkling the lines around his eyes. "Yes ma'am, that was the plan." He scanned the now-deserted platform. "I assume that trunk is yours?"
"Yes." Ada took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Where was Hannah Fields? Had Old Starch and Vinegar dismissed her without any warning? Another wave of anxiety rippled through her. If that happened to her, where would she go? Her resources were nearly depleted. Letters to her mother's Southern cousins had gone unanswered, leaving her with few options apart from the clattering, stifling textile mills of Lowell, Massachusetts—or, even worse, a life as a mail-order bride, brought west to cook and clean and bear children for a man she'd never met.
Her escort, his face shadowed by a battered Stetson, jumped lightly to the ground. Shoving aside a stack of wooden planks and a couple of gleaming saw blades, he hoisted Ada's trunk into the back of the wagon.
"Ma'am, are you ready? Miss Lillian's place is a good seven miles down this road. We ought to get going."
Ada sized him up. He appeared trustworthy, but experience had shown her that people weren't always what they seemed. "Thank you, but I'll wait for Miss Fields."
"Then you're going to be waiting for quite a while. Hannah Fields up and left town last night without so much as a by-your-leave." He smiled. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me."
He offered his hand to help her onto the buckboard seat and climbed up beside her. "I apologize for the undignified conveyance. I didn't know until an hour ago that you were expected today. There wasn't time to fetch my rig." He handed her a parasol and a bundle wrapped in a red-checked tea towel. "I brought you some of Miss Hattie's fried chicken. I figured you'd be hungry."
"Thank you. I am famished!" Leaving the parasol on the seat between them, Ada unwrapped the chicken, bit into a drumstick, and chewed with relish.
Her Boston aunt, rest her soul, would be horrified at such undignified behavior. She could almost hear Kate's chiding voice. "That's why you've never made a suitable match, Ada. You're too forthright. Too lacking in the feminine graces."
Well, she had made a perfect match once, but now she was alone in the world. She would do as she pleased. As the buckboard gathered speed, she devoured the second piece of chicken, polished the apple on the sleeve of her jacket, and took a bite, enjoying the satisfying and decidedly unladylike crunch.
"You are hungry!" Wyatt said. "Hollow all the way to your toes."
Ada blushed and then chided herself for caring what he thought.
"That's all right," he added. "I like a woman with an appetite."
Ada took another bite.
"So, you came out here from Boston." His friendly demeanor seemed to have cooled a little. Not surprising in a Southern town, so soon after the war—and from his voice, Mr. Caldwell was obviously a Southerner.
Oh well. She lifted her chin a little. She could only hope to do her job and eventually win over the townsfolk.
They passed the ladies' hotel. Two white-haired women sat on the porch. Wyatt nodded to them and touched the brim of his hat as they passed. The buckboard rattled onto a narrow rutted road that led upward into the foothills.
"Yes, Boston." Ada wiped apple juice from the corner of her mouth. "The land of steady habits, as they say."
He nodded. "Miss Lillian will appreciate that. She's a stickler for order."
She took another crunchy bite.
"Your letter said you were born there?"
"Yes. I lived there off and on for most of my life." A wave of bitter recrimination and regret nearly brought her to tears. Determined not to dwell on the life that was lost to her, she concentrated on the play of sunlight in the rain puddles beside the road and on the soothing sound of his voice as he pointed out clumps of wild honeysuckle, their pale blossoms shimmering like ghosts.
"You're sure a long way from home," he observed. "Hannah placed the ad in the Boston Herald as a last resort. She was surprised to actually receive an application from so far away."
Ada chewed slowly. "My father and my aunt died in March, and I need to make a new start. This position as lady's companion to Mrs. Willis seemed suitable." She turned toward him, her skirts rustling against the rough wood of the seat. "Tell me, Mr. Caldwell, do you know anything about the rest of the household staff? The cook and so on?"
"The—" He threw back his head and laughed. The horse snorted as if he, too, found her words amusing.
Something snapped inside her. "Stop this wagon!"
"Beg your pardon?"
"I said stop this wagon, Mr. Caldwell, or so help me, I will jump."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He surveyed the empty road. "The closest outhouse is down the road a ways, at the Spencer place. But the woods are—"
"I am not in need of the out—the ladies' facilities."
"I have no intention of spending the next several hours, or however long this dreadful journey takes, riding next to a man who laughs at me."
"You're right. I apologize."
"Too late." She stood and braced herself against the movement of the buckboard.
"Whoa!" He pulled on the reins. The horse stopped and tossed his head, rattling the harness. "Just how do you intend on getting out to Mrs. Willis's place, if I may ask?"
"All that way?"
Without another word she dangled her legs over the side of the wagon and dropped to the ground, wincing as her feet made contact with the dirt road. Squaring her shoulders, she marched ahead of the wagon.
* * *
Wyatt slowed the buckboard and studied her as she set out along the road, her feathered traveling hat perilously askew, her arms swinging. A prettier woman he'd never seen, but she sure was prickly.
Miss Ada Wentworth had the fairest skin he'd ever laid eyes on. Dark-brown hair that lay in shiny waves beneath her hat. Wide gray eyes fringed with thick, dark lashes. A generous mouth that would be even lovelier if she'd smile more. But, as she was in mourning, he really couldn't fault her for that. She was wrapped in a neat package, he couldn't help noticing—small and compact, with hills and valleys in all the proper locations.
He guided the buckboard around a deep rut in the road, reining in the horse to avoid getting ahead of Ada. She was nearly perfect, from his point of view—if only she weren't a Boston blue blood. He'd checked out her references and discovered that she was from an old New England family. A family with connections and power.
A family that represented everything he detested.
She slipped and then regained her footing. He fought the urge to scoop her up and set her back into the buckboard. She might be a Yankee born and bred, and she was acting tough as nails, but she couldn't mask the hurt and vulnerability beneath her brave facade.
He flicked the reins and pulled up alongside her. "I didn't mean to offend you, ma'am. Honestly. It was your question about the staff and the cook that hit my funny bone."
She kept her eyes on the ribbon of road in front of them. She'd begun to limp and was trying hard not to show it. Wyatt glanced at the delicate spooled heels of her thin leather shoes. He didn't know the first thing about ladies' footwear, but any fool could see that those shoes were meant for city streets, not seven-mile hikes over a rutted country road.
"You sure don't sound like a regular Bostonian." He raised his voice to be heard over the creaking of the wagon wheels. "I kinda like the way you talk, if you don't mind my saying so."
Ada walked on.
She stopped, arms akimbo, and stared up at him. "What is it, Mr. Caldwell?"
"My lumber mill is just over that next hill. It will be embarrassing if I have to drive past there with a pretty woman walking alongside the wagon. My men won't ever let me live that down. I sure would be obliged if you'd reconsider and come on back up here. I promise to be on my best behavior."
Chapter TwoAda shaded her eyes with one hand. Already a painful blister had formed on one toe. Undoubtedly, she'd need a salt soak and a camphor patch tonight. But she wasn't about to let this infuriating Southerner get the best of her, no matter how charming his smile. "Why should I care what they think?"
"I guess you're right. Never mind." He flicked the reins and urged the horse onward.
Ada's toe was on fire. She could feel blood oozing into her stocking. Her blouse was drenched in sweat, and a thick layer of dust coated the hem of her skirt. Maybe she would ride with him now, at least until he made her angry again.
She hurried alongside the wagon. "Very well. I'll ride with you."
He looked down at her. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
She ground her teeth. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
A wide grin split his tanned face. "Maybe."
He jumped down, ran around the buckboard, and lifted her onto the seat. Settling himself beside her again, he snapped the reins, and the horse set off at a brisk trot. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
She rested her throbbing foot and retrieved the parasol he had brought. "What is it?"
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A native of west Tennessee, Dorothy Love makes her home in the Texas hill country with her husband and their golden retriever. An award-winning author of numerous young adult novels, Dorothy made her adult debut with the Hickory Ridge novels. Facebook: dorothylovebooks Twitter: @WriterDorothy
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I adored this book. I just could not put it down. I will have to read others by this author.
There were some interesting twists, but the end was what I expected. It was entertaining but not too exciting. I would say this book is for the casual reader--not very deep or thought provoking. It reads very fast. I might read another one of this author. No I would not recommend this for a book club discussion--not enough to discuss.
Love the story for it's time in history and location. I would love to read more from this author. Nice love story that had me talking out loud, so I think it would do well in book club discussions.
"Before borrowing money from a friend, one should consider which is needed more." Whereas this is not the crux of the story line, I really liked that line. As for the book, A great read. Put it on my 're-read' list. Bought a copy for my friend to read.
It is great to remember that God has a better plan than we can imagine! Great book of trials while yet an encouragement.
This was agreat read. I didn't want to stop reading until it was finished and can't wait to start the next book in the series.
A Great Story. I started the book late this afternoon and found I had to stay up to finish it. I started to give it only four stars and then thought about it. The story was so well written and the sample copy had me hooked.
It's been a while since I read a Christian romance, I was looking forward to this one and I love series. I enjoyed this book of a young girl Ada who seemed to have a strong will, determination and loyalty. I was able to predicate what was going to happen before it even happen. I was hoping that the author would really show what TRUE courtship was about, but it seemed to move at a fast pace, which for a series, was disappointing. It did not leave me "waiting" to read the next book. I enjoyed the quality of the characters. Even though some of them seemed a little stretched. It's hard to find quality books these days and this would be a nice one to start off with if you are getting into romance books.
I've read Dorothy Love's books for young adults and loved them, but I wasn't sure what to expect when she changed genres. Could she create a world where I would be drawn in and fall in love with the characters in post Civil War Tennessee as well as she created the worlds in which her young characters played out their lives with such intensity? I should have been more trusting. Hum, come to think of it, trust is a major issue for Ada, Dorothy's leading lady, in Beyond All Measure. My doubts were swept away much more quickly than Ada's. From Chapter One, Dorothy weaves history and story into a seamless presentation of life in rural Tennessee. Ada, a young Northern woman jilted by her fiance and left destitute by her father's death, comes to the South to be a companion to an elder widow. The issues of Civil War hatreds, race, and a woman's place surround Ada as she learns to trust God, trust herself, and trust the man who falls head over heels in love with her. The fact that these issues are still current gives an added dimension to the book. Why did I say a good summer read? It's a good read anytime of year.
I don't usually cater to romance novels, but when I saw this on booksneeze, the summary just caught my fancy. What the heck, right? It's a book any way you look at it. Well, as it turns out, it is more than just a book. It's an entertaining book. The story was well thought out and presented in such a way that makes it hard to put down. It's definitely kept me awake through the long hours of the night, reading on and on if only to find out just what Ada Wentworth is going to do with the slew of changes that's coming to her life, and just how each change and each action is going to change her for the better. I must say I was not disappointed. Like I said, the story was well thought out and is sure to entertain as well as teach every Christian women the value of trusting God and letting the people who genuinely care about you help you through your ordeals. The romance between the protagonists ran a natural course that made it all the more believable that I have found real love in each other. This is the kind of romance book that people should read and learn from nowadays. A five out of five! I got a free copy of this book to review from booksneeze.
"Beyond All Measure" by Dorothy Love is one of the best books I have read in a long time; I could not put it down. I am an avid Francine Rivers reader and I have to put this book right up there with my favorites of hers. I enjoy books that transport you back in time and that are about second chances not only at love, life, and relationships but also at faith. This one transports you back the late 1800's in rural Tennessee after the Civil War, gives you insight on the way of living, the still grown ignorance and intolerance of people, the growth in industry, the community events and education at that time, and the mindset of the people of those days. It paints a clear picture on how God helps us to find the right paths in life, and how he steers us in the right direction whether we know it or understand it at the time. Wonderful book, I highly recommend it.
I recently discovered Dorothy Love, so I've been "backtracking" and reading some of her earlier books. I enjoyed this romance from the post-Civil War south, but I have to admit it didn't have the depth or pace of her latest book, A Respectable Actress. Still, I liked it enough that I'm looking forward to following the characters in the second Hickory Ridge Series book. Ada Wentworth is a young woman looking for a fresh start after losing her parents, her financial standing and her fiancee. All she has left is her dream of becoming a hat maker. She answers an advertisement and becomes a live-in companion to a crochetty old widow who conveniently has a handsome and prosperous nephew. Wyatt Caldwell also has a dream, and it doesn't include marriage or staying in Hickory Ridge - he wants to return to Texas and become a rancher. These two young people are predictably but delightfully thrown together around Aunt Lil, and sparks fly. This book appealed to me because of the varied seasons of life displayed in its characters. Aunt Lil's dementia, for instance, is handled very realistically. Her mood swings and temper and sweetness are all true to life and add to the tension in the story. Also, both main characters begin the story as church-goers, but bitter at the turns their lives have taken. It was moving to see how they came to see the need for personal faith (though I would have liked more detail here), and that the messy puzzle of their lives did fit into God's perfect plan. Every romance should have a happy ending, and this one has several. But Dorothy Love is also good at weaving in the bitter with the sweet. If you enjoy fiction set in our country's Reconstruction period, I think you'll relish time in this series.
Exactly! Who needs or wants to buy a book that self important "reviewers" rewrite. They must get paid or get free books that way is right. Look up what a review is. IT IS NOT A BOOK REPORT! Wht is wrong with you people.
Full run of emotions book!
Great book. Couldn't put it down. Great love story.
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This is a captivating Christian Historical novel. After Ada Wentworth loses everything and everyone that is important to her she sets out to take a job as companion to an elderly widow, Lillian Willis, in rural Tennessee. This is a drastic change for the young lady from a well-to-do Boston family shortly after the end of the Civil War. Many of the local residents of the small town in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains view Ada as an enemy because of her Yankee upbringing. Wyatt Caldwell is Lillian Willis’s nephew, Ada’s new employer. After the war ended he returned to Hickory Ridge and opened a lumber mill. I was drawn into the story very quickly. The characters were very easy to connect to. The plot was easy to follow and did not become bogged down at any point. Dorothy Love handled the touchy subjects of the Ku Klux Klan and the freed slaves that were trying to figure out the new order of things. I wanted to see the people in Hickory Ridge work out their differences and sort out their problems. I thoroughly enjoyed the simple way that those whose belief in God was solid encouraged others to trust Him and rely on Him. I received a free copy of this book through a Goodreads, First Reads giveaway.
This was a great historical fiction read! It quicky became a new favorite of mine!
Do Things Happen for a Reason? Do you believe your footsteps are guided and that all things happen in your life for a reason? If you do, or if you don’t, Dorothy Love shows how this is true in Beyond All Measure. This is her first venture into the Christian Romance genre and she is successful with it, as she has been with her other books. She has taken the character of a Yankee woman from Boston who moves to a small town in Tennessee to start a new life just after the end of the Civil War. There she meets a very Southern Rebel veteran who cares for his widowed aunt. The author deals with many character flaws and cultural ideas that continue even today. Yet, she presents the Christian values in an understated way. Many things can be learned by reading this book. I would recommend it to thoughtful readers.
THIS WAS A SWEET LITTLE ROMANCE, GOOD IF YOU LIKE PERIOD PIECES.