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  The Winds

  of Autumn

  SEASONS OF THE HEART #2

  JANETTE

  OKE

  The Winds

  of Autumn

  The Winds of Autumn

  Copyright © 1987

  Janette Oke

  Cover design by Dan Pitts

  Cover photography by Aimee Christenson

  Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

  Published by Bethany House Publishers

  11400 Hampshire Avenue South

  Bloomington, Minnesota 55438

  Bethany House Publishers is a division of

  Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.

  Printed in the United States of America

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Oke, Janette, 1935–

  The winds of autumn / Janette Oke.

  p. cm. — (Seasons of the heart ; no. 2)

  ISBN 978-0-7642-0801-0 (pbk.)

  I. Title.

  PR9199.3.O38W55 2010

  813'.54—dc22

  2010004150

  With love

  to my Uncle Ralph Steeves,

  just because

  he’s special.

  JANETTE OKE was born in Champion, Alberta, to a Canadian prairie farmer and his wife, and she grew up in a large family full of laughter and love. She is a graduate of Mountain View Bible College in Alberta, where she met her husband, Edward, and they were married in May of 1957. After pastoring churches in Indiana and Canada, the Okes spent some years in Calgary, where Edward served in several positions on college faculties while Janette continued her writing. She has written forty-eight novels for adults and another sixteen for children, and her book sales total nearly thirty million.

  The Okes have three sons and one daughter, all married, and are enjoying their fifteen grandchildren. Edward and Janette are active in their local church and make their home near Didsbury, Alberta.

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 An Autumn Surprise

  Chapter 2 Pleading Our Case

  Chapter 3 A Little Help

  Chapter 4 Off Camping

  Chapter 5 The Campsite

  Chapter 6 The Spring

  Chapter 7 Return Home

  Chapter 8 School Again

  Chapter 9 The New Teacher

  Chapter 10 The Storm

  Chapter 11 Camellia

  Chapter 12 The Tutoring

  Chapter 13 Good Old-Fashioned School Days?

  Chapter 14 Revenge

  Chapter 15 Questions and Answers

  Chapter 16 Christmas

  Chapter 17 Back to School

  Chapter 18 Hard Days

  Chapter 19 Spring

  Chapter 20 Pain

  Chapter 21 The Baby

  Chapter 22 Adjustments

  Chapter 23 Picking Up the Pieces

  Chapter 24 A Fishing Trip

  Chapter 25 Lessons in Living

  Chapter 26 The Beginning

  CHARACTERS

  Joshua Chadwick Jones—After Josh’s parents were killed in an accident while he was still a baby, he was raised by his grandfather and his great uncle Charlie on the family farm. Though Aunt Lou was not many years older than Josh, being a latecomer to the Jones family, she also took delight in caring for young Josh, and he saw her as a friend and a mother rather than an aunt.

  Lou Jones Crawford—Josh’s aunt whom he had fought to keep with the family unit in Once Upon a Summer. Pretty and vivacious, yet with deep concern for others, Lou is a fitting helpmate for the young minister she married.

  Grandpa—the grandfather of Joshua and father of Lou.

  Uncle Charlie—the quiet yet supportive brother of Grandpa. He never married but worked along with Grandpa on his farm.

  Gramps—Josh’s great-grandfather who came west to live with his two sons, his granddaughter Lou, and great-grandson Joshua after the death of his wife.

  Nat Crawford—the young pastor Lou married. Josh now spends his weeks in town with Lou and Nat in order to continue his education in the town school.

  Pixie—the answer to Josh’s dream for a dog of his own. She was given to Josh by Gramps, who went to great effort to find Josh a second puppy after his first pup was accidentally killed.

  CHAPTER 1

  An Autumn Surprise

  I DON’T REMEMBER a prettier fall than the one we had the year I was fifteen. The long Indian summer days stretched on into October with only enough sprinkles of rain to keep the flowers blooming in Aunt Lou’s flower beds and the lawn green enough to contrast with the yellows and golds of the autumn trees and bushes. Even the leaves seemed reluctant to “tuck in” for the winter and kept clinging to the branches week after week in all their fine, colorful array. The sun warmed up the air by noon each day, and the nights were just nippy enough to remind us that we’d best be spending our time getting ready for winter instead of loafing along beside the crik, pretending that this good weather would stay with us forever.

  The farmers in the area took in all the crops, the women cleaned out their large farm gardens, we stayed loafing by the crik whenever we could, and still the good weather held. People started talking summer picnics and parties again, but I guess no one wanted to exert themselves enough to do the fixing, for the days went by and no one actually had a picnic—we all just sat around in the sun or took long, lazy walks through the colorful countryside.

  As you probably have figured out by now, my favorite place was down by the crik. I took my fishing pole and headed there every chance I got. Most often Gramps, my great-grandfather, went along with me. He likes fishing—and loafing—most as much as I do. The only thing that got in the way of my fishing trips was school. Most all the area boys my age had given up on school and gone off to farm with their pa’s or to work in a store or something, but I still hung in there.

  Part of it was due to my aunt Lou encouraging me a lot. She was sure I had a good head and kept telling me that it would be a waste, should I not use it. Her husband, my uncle Nat, chimed right in there with her. Since he was the parson in our little town church, I felt that if anyone knew the importance of education, my uncle Nat would be the man. He had gotten his the hard way, having to work his way through school and seminary on accounta he didn’t have a ma or pa to see him through, them having died when he was still quite young.

  Me, I had it easy. I not only had Lou and Nat but I had Grandpa, a great-uncle Charlie and my Gramps, my greatgrandpa. All of them were right keen on me getting all the education I could.

  It wasn’t a problem to me. In fact, I really liked book learning, even if our school wasn’t a very big one and most of the students were young kids or girls. Oh, a few of the boys still attended—like my best friend, Avery Garret. He didn’t care too much for school and didn’t know what he wanted to do with any schooling that he did get. I figured he just continued on because I was there—and, then, there was a certain amount of fun to be had at school. I mean, with all the girls still going and all.

  Then there was Jack Berry. His pa was bound and determined that Jack would be a doctor. Jack wasn’t so sure. Truth was, he kinda had his heart set on being a sailor. Only there wasn’t any water handy-like, any big water that is. So he didn’t know just how he was going to manage to get on a boat—at least a boat any bigger than the rough-looking little two-oar one left down on the small pond near the town for anyone’s use who might wan
t to do some rowing.

  Willie Corbin was still going to school, too. I wanta tell you about that Willie. He was the biggest rascal in our community when he was younger. Used to get himself in all kinds of trouble. Folks thought that he never would amount to anything but most likely end up in some jail or something. Me, I knew that Willie wasn’t really bad; he just liked to have fun, that was all. But that all changed when Willie decided he’d rather spend his future in heaven than hell.

  This happened way back after my uncle Nat preached his first sermon in our church. He had just been asked to be our new minister. Willie straightened himself right around and never did go back to his wild ways. I figured if God could make such a change in the likes of Willie Corbin, then He ought to be able to handle almost anyone. Anyway, Willie about had his mind made up that God wanted him to be a missionary. Willie found studying rather hard, but one had to admire him. He kept plugging away at it, determined to prepare himself for some kind of work with heathen people somewhere.

  Those were the three fellows from my old country school who were still hanging in there. Then there were four older guys from town. We all hung around together, but I spent most of the time with my old buddies, mostly I guess because they were also from our small church. A couple of the town fellas were a little “wild,” according to Aunt Lou, and though she didn’t forbid me to see them or anything like that, still she did prefer me to make close friends with the church young folks.

  I didn’t complain. I liked the church kids and we had us a lot of fun with our corn roasting, sleigh riding, skating on the pond and such.

  It seemed hard to believe that me and Pixie, my little dog, had already been two years with Aunt Lou and Uncle Nat in town. We didn’t stay in town all the time. Whenever the weather was good—and as I said, it was good most of the time that fall— we went on out to the farm for the weekend to spend time with Grandpa, Uncle Charlie and Gramps, who batched together there.

  I would have been hard put to try to say which place I liked best. While I was in town during the week I counted the days till the weekend when I could get back out on the farm again and chop some wood, or go to the pasture for Bossie, the milk cow I had milked so many times myself. I even enjoyed the squealing and grunting of the pigs as I sloshed the slop into their troughs. The chickens seemed to sort of sing their clucking when I poured out their water and grain.

  Then as soon as Sunday night came around, I found myself hardly able to wait to get back to town and Aunt Lou and Uncle Nat again. I wondered what Aunt Lou had fixed for Sunday dinner and if she’d saved a piece of pie or an apple dumpling for me. I wondered if Uncle Nat had been called out on some sick call and I hadn’t been there to harness Dobbin for him. I thought of all kinds of things that I wanted to ask them or tell them when I got back. You’d think I’d been gone for days the way I chomped to get back again. The truth was, I had just seen both of them at the church service that very morning.

  So that was the way I spent the fall, going back and forth, back and forth, and trying to grab the best of two worlds with both hands, so to speak. I would have tired myself plumb out if it hadn’t been such a long, lazy-feeling kind of fall. Even after every lick of work was done, we still had us lots of good weather for catching up on just loafing around.

  Only one thing wrong with that kind of weather. It sure made it hard to concentrate on studying. I had to take myself in hand every other day, it seemed, and just make myself sit down and study. And then another strange thing happened. Miss Williams, a maiden lady who had been teaching in our school for almost forever, went and threw in a surprise that nearly rocked the whole community. She was getting married, she said, just like that!

  Now, no one in his right mind ever picked Miss Williams for the marrying kind. I mean, why would you? She had lived for years and years all alone and looked like she was enjoying it, and then, real sudden-like, she says she is getting married. To a sweetheart of some thirtyseven years, she says. Now, no one in the town knew anything at all about this fella. We’d never even heard of him. But that didn’t stop Miss Williams any. She was quitting, she said, and she never gave notice or anything, just packed up her books and her bags and took the train back to some eastern city to marry this man.

  Well, that left us without a teacher. There weren’t none of us sitting around grieving much. Not even me who liked school. Jack Berry didn’t try to hide his enthusiasm—he just whooped right out. A couple of the girls gave him a real cross look, but he didn’t care. He whooped again and threw his plaid cap up into the air.

  “Well,” demanded Jack, “what we gonna do with this here unexpected blessing?”

  “What do you mean?” asked Willie. He was already having enough trouble working his way through English without losing precious time. “Blessing? Not a blessing far as I’m concerned. Miss Williams was an okay teacher. Wisht she would have stayed around and finished the job.”

  I figured with Miss Williams already being there for thirty-seven years that she had probably stuck with the job about as long as anyone could expect her to. But even though I felt sorry for Willie, I couldn’t hide my grin. It sure did seem like a blessing. I mean with the weather beckoning one outside all the time and all. Who knew when we might have winter set in and maybe then we wouldn’t see the sun again for months? We could catch up on our studying then.

  “Well,” Jack asked again, “what do we do with this here—a—hardship?”

  Even Willie had to smile at that, and the first thing we knew we were all laughing. When we finally settled down we busied ourselves with some serious planning.

  “I s’pose I’ll go on out to the farm,” I said. “I always do on holidays or anything.”

  Jack lived just on the edge of town and there weren’t as many things to keep a boy busy at his place, his folks having no livestock or crops or anything.

  “Iffen I go home my pa’ll want me to keep my nose in a book. Might as well be back in school,” complained Jack. “Fact is, I’d be better off in school. At least there we get recess.”

  Willie gave Jack a withering look. Jack had the brains if he just would use them, and I think it bothered Willie some that he had to work so hard for his average grade while Jack just fooled away his time and didn’t even care what grade he got.

  “Guess I’ll have me plenty a good fishin’ time,” I continued, hoping to break the tension some.

  “We could all get together for some football,” put in Willie. He loved football and was good at it, too, in spite of the fact that none of us had any equipment to play the game and our folks were always worrying that someone might get hurt.

  Avery spoke up then. “I’ve been thinkin’ for a long time that it sure would be fun to backpack up along the crik and spend a night or two out campin’.”

  “Great idea,” I practically hollered. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it long ago. It surprised me some to hear Avery mention it. He had never talked about it before. I had never been on an overnight hike, and with the woods looking like they did, it sounded like a first-rate idea.

  Jack and Willie were about as excited as I was.

  “Do you think our folks would let us?” asked Willie.

  “Why not? We’re already fifteen. ’Bout time we were allowed to do somethin’ on our own.”

  I agreed. I suppose I would have been pressing to get the chance ages ago if I had just thought of it.

  “Let’s ask,” said Jack. “They can’t do no more’n say no.”

  The thought of them saying no just about made me feel sick inside now that the idea had begun to work on me. They just had to say yes! They had to!

  “Who you gonna ask?” Avery was saying, and I suddenly realized he was speaking to me.

  “Huh?” I grunted.

  “You gonna ask your aunt Lou or your grandpa?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I dunno. I’m at Aunt Lou’s right now.”

  “Think she’ll let you go?”

  I thought about it. Aunt
Lou was understanding enough— but she was a bit protective as well. Would she understand how much it meant to a boy to go off camping on his own? I switched my thoughts to my grandpa. He was a swell person, about as kind a fella as a boy could want to have watching over him. But I was sure he had never thought of taking off into the hills on a camping trip even if the fall work was all done. Seemed to me that he might favor me staying with the books as well.

  “I dunno,” I said again.

  “Well, at least you’ve got a choice,” said Avery. “Me, I’ve got to convince my ma. If I can sell her on the idea, she’ll work it out with pa.”

  One thing I knew for sure, I didn’t have a ma and pa to talk it over with.

  “Look,” said Jack Berry, “can you fellas come over to my house after your chores are done tonight? We gotta get our heads together and plan our attack.”

  Crazy Jack! He liked to make everything sound like we were all in a war against our folks or something, but nevertheless we all nodded our heads and agreed to try to get some time with one another over at Jack’s house after we hauled the water and carried in the wood and coal.

  We parted then. I think we were all sort of holding our breaths. I looked again toward the distant woods as I swung through the gate at Aunt Lou’s. Boy, did they look inviting. I could visualize, from where I was, just where the crik cut through the hills and swung around to the south. I could almost hear the rustle of the gold and red leaves and feel the gentle breeze on the skin of my cheek.

  A crow called, off in the distance somewhere, and I wondered why it hadn’t already left for the South. Guess it just wanted to hang around and enjoy the good weather. Boy, the woods and fields really drew a body on such a day! I could hardly settle myself down to filling the woodbox and the coal scuttle.