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If she had arrived two months earlier, there would have been plenty of excitement, for on Valentine's Day , President Taft in Washington had signed the proclamation admitting Arizona to the Union as the forty-eighth state. For the first time in history movie cameras had photographed a president signing a law, and when the news had been telegraphed to Arizona, there was wild celebrating everywhere. Whistles shrieked at mines, church bells rang, schools and businesses closed, and parades surged through the streets.

Even William Jennings Bryan came west to make a two hour speech in the state capital at Phoenix. Life was very quiet for the first two weeks. Then things began to happen so fast that she had no time to write letters. She did manage a postcard to Sergeant on May 12, reporting that she had caught step at last and was very happy. She had been on a trip with the local priest, Father Connolly , a friend of Douglass's, who had taken her to visit some of the missions.

They had talked about the country and the people, and he had filled her full of Spanish and Indian legends. He was the first of many Catholic missionary priests she came to know in the Southwest, and like a sponge she soaked up the land, the people, and the culture for future use. Her letters from this trip west reveal an intoxicating sense of discovery. The Southwest became one of the passions of her life. Even more exciting was the appearance one day of four Mexicans who came to serenade her: two section hands, a bartender who played divinely, and a boy of unearthly beauty who sang.

The last reminded her of a statue she had seen in Naples of Antinous, who was loved and deified after his death by Emperor Hadrian. This boy was simply Antinous come to life. The Mexican trio returned night after night, and Cather was captivated by the singer, whose name turned out to be Julio pronounced Hulio , she explained to Sergeant. Her letters for the next several months were filled with Julio. He was too beautiful to be true and utterly different from anyone she ever had met.

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He was from Vera Cruz, knew a great many Mexican and Spanish songs, and he was won-der-ful, she wrote Sergeant, as she enclosed the translation she had made of one of his songs. After singing to her nightly, Julio took her off to visit the Painted Desert, and it took her days to get over that expedition.

Julio was without beginning and without end. He had a personal elegance, the like of which she had never known, and a grace of expression that simply caught one up. He wasn't soft and sunny like an Italian; he was indifferent and opaque. He had the long, strong upper lip seen in Aztec sculpture, somber eyes filled with lots of old trouble, and the pale yellow skin of very old gold and old races.

Talking to him was like learning a new language because he spoke so directly. He would drive any number of miles to see flowers or running water, but she could not get him the least bit interested in the ancient cliff dwellers. Why, he said, raising his brows, was she interested in los muertos? We are living. It was fitting to say masses for the dead, but that was the end of it. Further attention was a waste of time. But he did tell her one memorable story of ancient times, the tale of an Aztec Cleopatra,"The Forty Lovers of the Queen.

Afterwards Sergeant remembered that when someone asked how Mabel Dodge could have married Tony Luhan, an Indian, Cather replied, "How could she help it? Cather never found occasion in her later career to put Julio into a novel, unless there is a bit of him in Spanish Johnny in The Song of the Lark , but she remembered the story of the Aztec Cleopatra.

At the time she heard it, she said she was going to write it up when she visited the place where it happened, but she never got to Old Mexico. She also thought she remembered reading the tale in Prescott's Conquest of Mexico , but Julio's account was much more alive. He never had read anything but prayer books and had no stale ideas, in fact not many ideas at all.

The story, a brutal tale of forty secret lovers, each killed after the queen tired of them, appears in Cather's story "Coming, Aphrodite! This dance may well have been the source for the Mexican dance scene in The Song of the Lark , for it made a strong impression. Such dancing! There was in particular a curious pantomime waltz in which a man danced with two women, the prettiest dance she ever had seen. Cather's feeling in the novel for the natural grace of the Mexicans, their love of music are very much of a piece with her letters from this trip to the Southwest: "The Mexican dance was soft and quiet.

There was no calling, the conversation was very low, the rhythm of the music was smooth and engaging, the men were graceful and courteous. But Cather had other things to do with her life than idle away the days with a beautiful Mexican boy, no matter how captivating he was. She finally severed what she called Julio's strong Egyptian fetters, went to Albuquerque, and then back to Nebraska. He was wonderful but could not take the place of a whole civilization. However, after returning to Red Cloud she wrote that she might still go back for Julio.

He would look lovely in Boston at Mrs. Fields's house, but then Mrs. Isabella Gardner would sweep him up and take him to Fenway Court, which he would like better than her apartment. Earlier she had thought that she must get him to New York, where he could make an easy living as an artist's model. Artists would fight for him. In August, after returning to Pittsburgh, she was still talking about Julio, but after that he disappears from her letters completely.

In between outings with Julio, Cather had plenty to occupy her time. On Douglass's next three days off they went out with Tooker on daily excursions to nearby canyons: Clear Creek, Chevelon, and Jack's, all gorges carved by tributaries of the Little Colorado River. Those were lovely days with all the advantages of a camping trip and none of the disadvantages. They started off each morning with a wagon and light camping gear, canteens, coffee, bacon, fruit, cream, and so forth; and each night they returned to town, where they had hot baths and beds to sleep in.

Cather had canvas shoes with red rubber soles that she had bought in Boston, and with them, she said, she could walk up a forty-five-degree rock surface. One day they went down a cliff for feet, using handholds to descend. The experience was exhilarating. Tooker, a great bore in town, turned out to be a splendid companion on the trail. All his miserable information fell away, Cather wrote Sergeant, like a boy dropping his clothes to go swimming. The real Tooker, who had worked in the sheep camps and the mines, was strong, active, and resourceful.

He was full of interesting stories, she found, once one got through the sediment deposited by the magazine articles. Tooker later turns up very sympathetically portrayed as Ray Kennedy, the brakeman, in The Song of the Lark. These expeditions were a prelude to the Grand Canyon, where Cather went on May She was properly impressed with this "wonder," and agreed it was indeed wonderful, but she thought that not even this marvel, which had only a geologic history, could be interesting for more than a limited time.

But besides the great spectacle of the canyon, there was wonderful walking and riding, and one day she accompanied some English visitors down to the Halfway House in the canyon. It was an awful pull, she wrote, but she was always a good walker, and her climbs around Winslow had been good conditioning. She was pleased to find that the canyon was still completely unspoiled, not one shop. A visitor couldn't even buy an orange, and there was not one civilized amusement. It was still seven years before the Grand Canyon would become a national park. There were two hotels, however, one magnificent and one excellent, set down in the immense pine forest, and there were modest lodgings at Bright Angel Camp.

She stayed at the last, which was comfortable, simple, and only cost her three dollars a day. It was the only reasonable place she could find. Everything was very expensive, and all the places one wanted to see were off the railroad. To get to them it was necessary to hire a horse for two-fifty a day or a team and open wagon for five dollars. The scenery was worth it, however, and she urged Sergeant to come and see for herself. As soon as she left the Grand Canyon, she retraced her steps to Flagstaff, where she met her brother.

They were going to explore more cliff dwellings. Walnut Canyon, now a national monument, was only a few miles outside of Flagstaff, and there she could see a spectacular collection of some three hundred cliff dwellings about one thousand years old. These houses, which were built into the limestone walls of the canyon, had been abandoned probably because of a prolonged drought in the twelfth century. But they had remained largely intact, preserved by the dry desert air, as though in a time capsule, a silent, ghostly city. They are a smaller version of the cliff dwellings now protected within the boundaries of Mesa Verde National Park, which Cather visited three years later.

As she and Douglass drove by wagon out of Flagstaff, they could see the blue slopes and snowy summit of San Francisco Mountain to the north. They then entered the first great forest she had ever seen, magnificent stands of huge ponderosa pines spaced well apart. The wagon road dipped lower, falling away from the high plateau on which Flagstaff sat, and soon the forest closed behind them and the mountain disappeared. Then they left the forest, the sparse growth of pinon pine and scrub began, and the country broke into open, stony clearings.

It was "like a thousand others —one of those abrupt fissures with which the earth in the Southwest is riddled; so abrupt that you might walk over the edge of any one of them on a dark night and never know what had happened to you. The effect was that of a gentler canon within a wilder one. The dead city lay at the point where the perpendicular outer wall ceased and the V-shaped inner gorge began. There a stratum of rock, softer than those above, had been hollowed out by the action of time until it was like a deep groove running along the sides of the canon.

In this hollow like a great fold in the rock the Ancient People had built their houses of yellowish stone and mortar. The overhanging cliff above made a roof two hundred feet thick. The hard stratum below was like an everlasting floor. The houses stood along in a row, like the buildings in a city block, or like a barracks.

Although Cather's surviving letters do not report the visit to Walnut Canyon, she was deeply moved by the experience. In her first fictional setting in the Southwest her memories of Walnut Canyon inform an important section of The Song of the Lark , written three years later. The canyon is the scene of a pivotal decision in the career of Thea Kronborg, its protagonist. Thea leaves Chicago for Arizona to rest, recuperate, and think. She has been ill during the previous winter and needs the dry desert air of the Southwest.

But more important, she needs to get " out of the stream of meaningless activity and undirected effort. But on the ranch she visits near Flagstaff "the personality of which she was so tired seemed to let go of her," and as she climbs into her big German feather bed the first night, she feels a complete sense of release from the struggles and anxieties of her former life.

Day after day while she is at the ranch, which adjoins Panther Canyon, she takes her lunch basket and descends to one of the cliff houses, where she lies lazily in the sun high above the bottom of the canyon. All her life "she had been hurrying and sputtering, as if she had been born behind time and had been trying to catch up.

At the end of her stay at Panther Canyon, Thea makes up her mind to go to Germany to continue her musical education. This is the turning point in her career. She finally knows what she wants out of life and goes on to become a great Wagnerian soprano. The Song of the Lark is heavily autobiographical in its early books, as it details the life of the young singer-heroine. Cather herself was at a crossroads in her career when she went to the Southwest for the first time.

She had been ill during the previous winter and needed the bracing air of Arizona and New Mexico. She too was tired and felt unfulfilled in her journalistic career. She too had been a little drudge hurrying from one task to another. Undecided about her future when she left the East, she was planning to return to McClure's Magazine as a staff writer, though she had resigned already as managing editor, but during her weeks in the Southwest she saw clearly that she had been frittering away her life in the editorial routine.

It was time to get out completely. She gathered her courage and struck out in a new direction. This time of rest, recuperation, and thought gave her a clear vision of where she wanted to go in the future. There is a difference, however, between Thea's decision, which is concentrated dramatically in the Panther Canyon episode, and Cather's, because life is often less dramatic than fiction.

Cather's departure from the magazine was aided by a change in ownership and a shake-up in staff, but when she returned to New York, she felt obliged to give the magazine some of her time in the balance of and in before severing all connections. And she also had a good start on her rest and rehabilitation during the autumn of at Cherry Valley, New York, where she did some important writing.

But the trip to the Southwest, nonetheless, was a watershed in her career. After she visited Flagstaff, she returned to Winslow briefly; then she and her brother continued on to Albuquerque at the end of May. Ten days later she wrote McClure that she was just back from a long and delightful horseback trip into the desert. She was then at Lamy, the nearest town to Santa Fe on the main line of the railroad, and about to leave for Red Cloud.

She went roundabout through El Paso, where she caught a Southern Pacific train that took her back into the Middle West. By June 12 she was home and writing to McClure about his problems. But she also summarized her stay in the Southwest. She had not written a line since leaving the East, but she had returned with such a head full of stories that she was dreaming about them at night.

She had ridden and driven hundreds of miles in Arizona and New Mexico, and McClure would not recognize her, she was so dark-skinned and good-humored. She urged McClure to forget how cranky she used to be when she was tired. She could not bear to be remembered that way, and she resolved never to get fussy like that again. She was now happier than she had been since she was a youngster. Those weeks off in the desert with her big, handsome brother were weeks that she would never forget.

They took all the kinks and crinkles out, and she felt as if her mind had been freshly washed and ironed and made ready for a new life. She felt somehow confident, as if she had gotten her second wind. In describing her return to civilization to Sergeant she put it another way. The Southwest had been so big and so consuming that she was now glad to be back in the East, where she could slowly come to herself without that swift, yellow excitement to think of. Before she left, the real meaning came to her of a sentence she once had carelessly read in Balzac: "Dans le desert, voyezvous, il y a tout et il n'y rien; Dieu sans les hommes" "In the desert, you see, there is everything and nothing; God without men".

That sentence really means a great deal, she wrote. She was sitting mournfully beside the Rio Grande one day, just outside a beautiful Indian village, Santo Domingo, when she looked up and saw that sentence written in the sand. It explained what was the matter with her. One could play with the desert, love it, and go hard night and day and be full of it and quite tipsy with it, and then there came a moment when one must kiss it goodby and go, go bleeding, but go.

Back Creek Valley in Frederick County, Virginia, at the end of was a thinly settled district on the Northwest Turnpike linking Winchester and Romney, some thirty miles to the west. The farms in that part of the Shenandoah Valley, which lies some fifty miles west-northwest of the national capital, were mostly hilly, and their thin, rocky soil was not well suited to agriculture.

The farmers would have been poor even if marauding soldiers had not destroyed their crops, driven off their stock, and burned their barns during the Civil War. Because the land was poor, field hands were not needed there as on the richer plantations farther east. No family had owned more than a few slaves before the war, and many settlers who did not believe in slavery owned none and worked their slatey acres with their own sweat.

So much of the land was still wild forest that the lumber they had in abundance was of no value at all. The people along Back Creek were predominantly Protestant, a mixture of Calvinists from Northern Ireland and German Lutherans, many newly arrived in the United States, augmented by native Pennsylvanians or older immigrants who had moved down into Virginia. Some, like Willa Cather's parents, were fourth-generation Virginians. Less than a decade after the Civil War ended, the South was still recovering from the wracking agonies of the terrible conflict.

Although Virginia escaped much of the punishment inflicted on the Confederacy during Reconstruction and was readmitted to the Union by , the state had lost thousands of its young men and had been a battleground during much of the war. The Shenandoah Valley in particular was a strategic highway connecting North and South.

Winchester, the county seat, stood at the crossroads of major highways running north and south, east and west, the latter being the Northwest Turnpike. The area had been stubbornly fought over throughout the four-year struggle, and Winchester changed hands many times. One resident of the area remembered: "So rapidly did it change hands that the inhabitants found it necessary [each morning] to look to the surrounding forts to see which flag was floating over them. General Philip Sheridan had turned defeat into a victory with his famous ride from Winchester to Cedar Run in October and had finally defeated Confederate general Jubal A.

Early there the following March, a few weeks before Lee surrendered to Grant at Appomattox Courthouse. Although the valley was largely Southern in its sympathies and did not, as West Virginia did, split away from the Confederacy, many pro-Northerners lived there, and the sectional differences that divided father and son, brother and brother, sister and sister, were nowhere more evident.

Prominent among the Union supporters in the valley was William Cather, grandfather of Willa. The Cather family originated in Wales. After Willa Cather had become a well-known novelist, she received a letter one day from a Cather in England asking if she were a descendant of the Jasper Cather who had emigrated to America from Northern Ireland.

This distant English cousin explained that the original family home was the Cadder Idris, the highest mountain in Wales, from which the name apparently had come. An ancestor in the seventeenth century, the cousin also reported, had fought for Charles I, and in appreciation Charles II after the Restoration had given land in Ireland to Edmund and Bertram Cather, twin brothers, who then had settled in County Tyrone.

There is a Cather coat of arms in British records of heraldry: a buck's head cabossed on a shield surmounted by a crest of a swan among reeds with the motto "Vigilans non cadet" "He who is vigilant will not fall". This Jasper Cather, who was the first Cather in America, was a red-haired schoolteacher who settled in Western Pennsylvania around the middle of the eighteenth century.

He fought in the Revolution, but little is known about him until he turned up in Frederick County, Virginia, after independence and bought land on Flint Ridge, two miles southeast of Back Creek Valley. In he married Sarah Moore, who bore him seven children, one of whom was James Cather, the great-grandfather of Willa, born in James in married Ann Howard, whose parents had emigrated from Ireland in the last year of the eighteenth century, when she was an infant.

She bore James eight children, one of whom was William, the grandfather of Willa. James Cather, who was much admired by his grandson Charles, Willa's father, was a man of some distinction in the community. A local historian describes him as "above the average farmer in intellect. Possessed with rare physical strength and wonderful energy, these qualities gave him an advantage over weaker men. Always informed on the current topics of the day, his conversational abilities were admirable. Young men were always benefited by having him as a friend.

Cartmell, the postmistress's father in Sapphira and the Slave Girl. As young Rachel Blake overhears him talking to his daughter, she thinks that his "talk had a flavour of old-fashioned courtesy. Cartmell also believes, as James Cather and his widowed daughter Sidney Gore did, that owning slaves is wrong.

James, however, sided with the South during the Civil War. Though he opposed both slavery and secession, he believed strongly in states' rights, and as a member of the legislature voted with the majority when Virginia left the Union. He made the same painful decision many southerners made that fateful spring.

Robert E. Lee wrote his sister on April 10, "With all my devotion to the Union and the feeling of loyalty and duty of an American citizen, I have not been able to make up my mind to raise my hand against my relatives, my children, my home. I have therefore resigned my commission in the Army, and save in defense of my native State, with the sincere hope that my poor service may never be needed, I hope I may never be called on to draw my sword. Cather's narrator, Jim Burden, who goes to live with his grandparents after the death of his Virginia parents, describes his grandfather: "My grandfather said little.

I felt at once his deliberateness and personal dignity, and was a little in awe of him. The thing one immediately noticed about him was his beautiful, crinkly snow-white beard. His bald crown only made it more impressive. Grandfather's eyes were not at all like those of an old man; they were bright blue, and had a fresh, frosty sparkle. In his youth his conscience had led him to drop his inherited Calvinism and become a Baptist.

Caroline Cather, whose father kept a popular tavern on the turnpike, was descended from Jeremiah Smith, who came to Virginia from England in He had been deeded land on Back Creek in by Lord Fairfax, who, one remembers, once had employed George Washington to survey his vast holdings. The deed to this small parcel of Fairfax's five million acres still remains in the possession of Cather descendants. To Jim Burden his grandmother appears "a spare, tall woman , a little stooped, and she was apt to carry her head thrust forward in an attitude of attention.

She was quick-footed and energetic in all her movements. Her voice was high and rather shrill, and she often spoke with an anxious inflection. Her laugh, too, was high and perhaps a little strident, but there was a lively intelligence in it. She was then fifty-five years old, a strong woman, of unusual endurance.

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His discussions of the irregulars and the guerrillas emphasize that these combatants were incredibly vicious--well beyond the pale at times--and strenuously criticized by both Confederate and Union commanders. The wagons, pulled by teams of oxen, toiled over the long stretch of trackless grass from early spring until winter closed down the traffic. William and Caroline, as strong Union supporters, broke with William's father and brothers and sisters. He has become just another liberal politician. After all, Liz and Rob were Jaime's parents and might have been Rachel's in-laws had circumstances been differen

In William and Caroline settled on a farm about a mile east of the village of Back Creek. William bought acres and later more than doubled his property. He built a large, solid three-story brick house on the north side of the turnpike and named it Willow Shade. It still stands on the outskirts of what is now the town of Gore. Each room once had a fireplace, and surrounding the house in the nineteenth century were great willow trees. A stream ran through the front yard, spanned by a rustic bridge, and a spring from the mountain behind provided cool water for refrigeration and household use.

A flight of steps still leads to a porch supported by white columns and an entranceway into the second story. Across the turnpike is a steep hill that cuts off the view from the lower story. As an adult, Cather remembered the kitchen on the ground floor as being the most pleasant room in the house, also the most interesting.

The parlor was stiff and formal except when it was full of company, which was often, but the kitchen was comfortable. Besides the eight-hole range, there was a huge fireplace with a crane to lift heavy pots. There was always a roaring fire in the winter, which was kept up at night after the stove fires went out. There were three kitchen tables: one for making bread, another for pastry, and a third covered with zinc used for cutting up meat. There were also tall cupboards used for storing sugar and spices and groceries. The farm wagons brought supplies from Winchester in large quantities so that the Cathers did not have to make the trip often.

There was a special cupboard that held jars of brandied fruit, ginger, and orange peel soaking in whiskey. Vegetables for winter were kept in a storeroom at the back cooled by the spring that supplied the house. This house and its surroundings are the center of all of Willa Cather's early memories. Before she was born, however, the war split the Cathers and alienated neighbors. William and Caroline, as strong Union supporters, broke with William's father and brothers and sisters. Their two sons, Charles Willa's father and George, were too young for military duty at the beginning of the conflict, but before the end they were sent across the border less than five miles away to West Virginia to avoid conscription into the Confederate Army.

As the war went on around them, the Cathers lived in fear of trouble. Both Confederate and Union troops were continually moving up and down the turnpike and demanding of local residents food and shelter. The Cathers were lucky, however, and survived the war with no great loss of property. On one occasion a neighbor who had remained friendly warned them that Confederate soldiers were about to raid the valley and take all the stock of Northern sympathizers.

The Cathers took their animals to the neighbor's barn until the threat passed. Later they returned the favor when Union troops swept through the area. At still another point in the war when an epidemic of measles broke out among occupying Confederate troops, the Cathers turned Willow Shade into an emergency hospital. The events of the war in Back Creek Valley are vividly recounted in the diary of William Cather's sister, Sidney Gore , a widow who lived in the village and kept a rooming and boarding house. She quartered and ministered to soldiers of both armies and could hear the cannon and rifle fire from the battles fought around Winchester.

But no real battles were fought in Back Creek. The Gores' greatest problem was hiding food, money, and livestock from thieving bushwackers who straggled through the valley. Gore's son remembered that they put their bread in pillowcases after each meal. They tied their money up with medicinal herbs that were hung from the rafters. They built secret closets in the attic, induced the hens to lay their eggs deep in the woods, fattened their hogs in pens hidden in large piles of firewood, and hid the family silver under a false bottom in the kitchen woodbox.

There were agonizing moments, however. Gore was stunned when Union troops killed her neighbor in August The neighbor had been surprised when asleep by soldiers' appearing at the window and without reflecting had grabbed a gun and fired a shot. Whereupon fifty Union soldiers opened fire. When she said that she was his daughter, the enemy officer introduced himself as her cousin, but family members on opposite sides during the Civil War was a commonplace in Back Creek. The tragedies of fratricidal war are poignantly set down in Walt Whitman's memory of his experiences as a volunteer nurse in Washington hospitals: "I staid to-night a long time by the bedside of a new patient, a young Baltimorean, aged about 19 years.

As I was lingering, soothing him in his pain, he says to me suddenly, 'I hardly think you know who I am. I am a rebel soldier. In an adjoining ward I found his brother, an officer of rank, a Union soldier. It was in the same battle both were hit.

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One was a strong Unionist, the other Secesh; both fought on their respective sides, both badly wounded, and both brought together here. Each died for his cause. After Lee's surrender the Back Creek boys came home to their farms and set about planting their neglected fields, which had been farmed in their absence by the women and children. Most of them had been Confederate soldiers. They still had their land, but there were few horses left to work the soil, most having been driven off or killed as the tide of battle surged back and forth. They also had to replenish their livestock.

Cather writes in Sapphira : "The Rebel soldiers who came back were tired, discouraged, but not humiliated or embittered by failure. The country people accepted the defeat of the Confederacy with dignity, as they accepted death when it came to their families.

Defeat was not new to these men. Almost every season brought defeat of some kind to the farming people. Their cornfields, planted by hand and cultivated with the hoe, were beaten down by hail, or the wheat was burned up by drought, or cholera broke out among the pigs. The soil was none too fertile, and the methods of farming were not very good.

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Now they could mend the barn roof where it leaked, help the old woman with her garden, and keep the woodpile high. They had gone out to fight for their home State, had done their best, and now it was over. They still wore their army overcoats in winter, because they had no others, and they worked the fields in whatever rags were left of their uniforms. The day of Confederate reunions and veterans' dinners was then far distant. William Cather, however, profited by his Union allegiance and after the war was appointed sheriff for Frederick County by the military government, a job that he performed with the aid of his sons as deputies.

He also ended the war more affluent than his neighbors, and after life returned to normal hired a Baptist preacher to conduct a school at Willow Shade. All the people of the neighborhood, Northern and Southern sympathizers alike, were invited to send their children. In addition, he sent some of the older ones-including his son Charles and a neighbor's daughter, Mary Virginia Boak, who had had three brothers in the Confederate Army-to school in Baltimore. These acts helped heal the wounds caused by the war, and the healing process was abetted further when Charles Cather and Mary Virginia Boak fell in love.

They were married on December 5, , in the home of the bride's mother, Rachel Boak. Rachel Boak, whose influence on her granddaughter was considerable, has been portrayed indelibly as Old Mrs. Harris in Cather's story of that name and as Rachel Blake in Sapphira. Her family history furnished the plot of that novel: her father was the miller and her mother the title character.

She was the one who helped the slave Nancy escape via the underground railway to Canada. In real life she had been born Rachel Elizabeth Seibert in She married William Lee Boak at the age of fourteen and was widowed at thirty-eight. Her husband, who was three times a member of the Virginia House of Delegates, died in Washington as an official of the Department of the Interior. When Rachel returned to Virginia with a family of five, her father bought her a house in the village. There she raised her children and ministered to the sick, as Rachel Blake does in the novel.

She abhorred slavery, as the William Cathers did, but when the war came, her three sons served the Confederacy. Only two returned from the war. William Seibert Boak died at nineteen as the result of wounds received at Manassas. Cather in dedicated a poem to his memory,"The Namesake," and after going to Pittsburgh adopted Seibert as her own middle name, though she always spelled it Sibert. She also liked to pretend that she was named for this uncle she never had met. She writes: Somewhere there among the stones, All alike, that mark their bones, Lies a lad beneath the pine Who once bore a name like mine,— Flung his splendid life away Long before I saw the day.

And the poem ends: And I'll be winner at the game Enough for two who bore the name. Cather also wrote a story in with the same title as the poem , in which a sculptor explains to his colleagues that the inspiration for his statue The Color Sergeant came from his uncle who was killed in the war. Cather's mother always revered this brother and kept his sword and a Confederate flag with her when the family moved to Nebraska. When Cather was editing the Home Monthly in Pittsburgh, she wrote an article on nursing as a profession for women.

She used her grandmother as an example "of those unprofessional nurses who served without recompense, from the mere love of it. She had a host of little children of her own, poor woman, but when a child was burned, when some overworked woman was in her death agony, when a man had been crushed under falling timber, or when a boy had cut his leg by a slip of the knife in the sumach field, the man who went to town for the doctor always stopped for her on the way.

Night or day, winter or summer, she went. I have often heard the old folks tell how, during those dreadful diphtheria scourges that used to sweep over the country in the fifties, she would go into a house where eight or ten children were all down with the disease, nurse and cook for the living and 'lay out' the dead. Grandmother Boak as Rachel Blake in Sapphira is a "short, stalwart woman in a sunbonnet, wearing a heavy shawl over her freshly ironed calico dress. Rosen: "There was the kind of nobility about her head that there is about an old lion's: an absence of self-consciousness, vanity, preoccupation-something absolute.

Her grey hair was parted in the middle, wound in two little horns over her ears, and done in a little flat knot behind. Her mouth was large and composed,-resigned, the corners drooping. Charles Cather, Willa's father, was an amiable young man, soft-spoken and tender-hearted. He was tall, fair-haired, gentle, and did not inherit the inflexible will and evangelical zeal of his Calvinist-turned-Baptist father. He was handsome in a boyish southern way and never hurt anybody's feelings. Willa Cather loved him dearly and was always much closer to him than to her mother. Before his marriage Charles had studied law for two years, and though he never practiced, he often was called on to help his neighbors untangle their affairs; when he gave up farming in Nebraska to open an insurance office in Red Cloud, his legal training was useful.

He appears in a partial portrait in "Old Mrs. Harris" as Mr. Templeton, an easygoing businessman who hates to press his debtors: "His boyish, eager-to-please manner , his fair complexion and blue eyes and young face, made him seem very soft to some of the hard old money-grubbers on Main Street, and the fact that he always said 'Yes, Sir,' and 'No, sir,' to men older than himself furnished a good deal of amusement to by-standers.

Charles Cather operated Willow Shade profitably , later made money farming in Nebraska, and as a businessman in Red Cloud supported a large family. Mary Virginia Boak, Willa's mother, who had taught school in Back Creek Valley before her marriage, was a woman of energy and force. Handsome and domineering, she provided the power that drove the household, often producing sparks, and she more than made up for Charles's easygoing manner. She ruled her family tyrannically, exacted strict obedience to a domestic discipline, and punished disobedience with a rawhide whip.

Her children, however, apparently never objected to her draconian measures for enforcing good behavior. She also had a great capacity for enjoying life and for caring about things—whether the coffee was hot, whether a neighbor's child was ill, whether the weather was right for a picnic. She had the good sense to let her children develop their own personalities. Willa Cather remembered in her old age that her mother kept her seven children clean but allowed them to be individuals from the time they could crawl.

She cared for their bodies and kept her hands off their souls. They were all different, and she let them be different. As Victoria Templeton in "Old Mrs. Harris," she is seen through the eyes of the title character: "Victoria had a good heart , but she was terribly proud and could not bear the least criticism. One of Mary Virginia's projects early in her marriage was to bring her divided families together again.

She planned a large party at Christmastime in and drove about the valley issuing her invitations in person. Because of her charm and the fact the Boaks had been staunch supporters of the Confederacy, none of the pro-Southern relatives was able to decline. The war, of course, had been over for a decade, and it no doubt was time for reconciliation.

Besides, as the William Cathers were such a prominent part of the family, it was very inconvenient to keep up the enmity. Everyone showed up, and the party was a great success. William's mother, Ann Howard Cather, then seventy-seven, attended the festivities and had the satisfaction of seeing her sons and daughters once again at peace with each other. Charles and Mary Virginia usually called Jennie lost no time in starting a family.

By March Jennie was pregnant. Caroline Cather, her mother-in-law, wrote to one of her daughters after Jennie began to have morning sickness that Charles's Jennie was sick and had called the doctor twice. I knew she would fly right up for she thinks she is awfully sick. Her mother and Charley [have] a happy time waiting on her. She was named Wilella after her father's youngest sister, who had died of diphtheria in childhood, but she was always called Willie by her family and oldest friends.

Willa was her own invention and appears in her own hand in the family Bible, altered from the original Wilella. The weather turned cold in January, when the first report of the baby appears in the record. Charles wrote his brother George, who had gone west to Nebraska: "We have just been treated to a slice of cold weather; the first of the season-last week we had three of our coldest days so far.

The thermometer stood at 10 above zero. We filled our ice house during the freeze. Jennie and I were at town today. Jennie went to have a tooth drawn, the first time she has been out. We left the baby at home with its grandma. She said it did not cry once while we were gone. She grows very fast, and is just as good as she is pretty. It shows a rather square head, very prominent ears, and a large nose, but by the time Willa was a little girl her features had refined, and she begins to be recognizable as the adult Willa Cather.

In the fall of William and Caroline Cather left Virginia to visit their son George, who had married a New England girl and had taken up a homestead in Nebraska. They left Charles and Jennie in charge of the farm. The young Cathers and the baby moved into Willow Shade, where they lived until they too, in , decided to go west. In mid-February Jennie wrote her sister- and brother-in-law in Nebraska that Willa was walking and beginning to talk.

She was then fourteen months old. While Jennie minded the baby and looked after the house, Charles supported his wife and child by raising sheep. Not much of his father's land could be farmed profitably, but sheep found a ready market in Washington and Baltimore. He ran the farm efficiently and, according to his nature, tender-heartedly. When his favorite sheep dog cut its paws, he fashioned little leather shoes to protect its feet from the rocks, and, Willa Cather remembered, the dog would come begging for its shoes.

Her most vivid memories of early childhood, however, were the times her father carried her with him when he went out at night to drive the sheep into the fold. The mother is telling the child about her childhood: All time in spring, when evening come, We go bring sheep and li'l' lambs home. We go big field, 'way up on hill, Ten times high like our windmill. One time your grandpa leave me wait While he call sheep down.

By de gate I sit still till night come dark; Rabbits run an' strange dogs bark, Old owl hoot, and your modder cry, She been so 'fraid big bear come by.

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Last, 'way off, she hear de sheep, Li'l' bells ring and li'l' lambs bleat. Then come grandpa in his arms Li'l' sick lamb that somet'ing harm He so young then, big and strong, Pick li'l' girl up, take her 'long. Early memories of childhood are like islands in an empty sea—isolated and unconnected to each other. As an adult, Cather's earliest memory was of a ride in a steamboat when she was still an infant.

She could remember the terror she felt as she held tightly to her mother while being taken on board. She also recalled another occasion at about the age of three when her parents went ice-skating on Back Creek and took her with them. Skating was a sport they loved and one that she also enjoyed later in Nebraska. She was not content to sit and watch, however, but wanted attention. Her indulgent father cut a pine bough, set her on it, and pulled her across the ice.

She remembered still another time when she was taken visiting up on Timber Ridge. She was supposed to walk home because it was all down hill, but as she was on her way a violent rainstorm came up, and she was wearing only a pair of light slippers. Providentially, Snowden Anderson , a man she hardly knew, came up from his house on the Hollow Road riding a gray horse and wearing an old gray Confederate Army overcoat. He stopped, picked her up, sat her on the old cavalry saddle in front of him, and took her home. She remembered feeling contented and safe. Children, she thought, knew when people were honest and good.

They did not reason about it. They just knew. At least that is the way she felt about her Virginia childhood some sixty years after. Many of the incidents of her childhood, however, come from the recollections of her parents. Her mother was fond of showing her daughter's early linguistic proficiency by telling of the visit of a little cousin named Philip Frederic, who came to Willow Shade with his parents.

The house was full of guests, as it often was, and Philip Frederic was put in Willa's crib while she slept with her grandmother. After the cousin left, however, Willa refused to go back to her bed: "No, no," she kept repeating, "my cradle is all Philip Frederic'd up. She would make a chariot by putting one chair upside down on another, climbing on top, and driving the chariot. She would sit silently for long intervals riding while an invisible slave ran beside her repeating the words," Cato, thou art but man! Her grandmother Boak, who had come to live with them, took charge of her preschool education, read to her from the Bible and The Pilgrim's Progress , as well as from Peter Parley.

The Bible she absorbed so thoroughly that her writing throughout her life is loaded with biblical quotations and allusions. John Bunyan's allegory of the Christian life made a deep impression. It was a book, she wrote nearly half a century later, with "scenes of the most satisfying kind; where little is said but much is felt and communicated. Before she was old enough to go to school, her father took her to a private school nearby where older children were being taught, and she was allowed to sit quietly and listen.

Her father would carry her over on his horse and leave her there for half a day. Later she attended a school kept by a Mr. Smith in Back Creek. There is no record of serious illness during Cather's childhood, but she had the usual colds during the damp winters. When she was shut up in the house, she remembered many years later, her parents would send for Mary Ann Anderson the mother of Snowden , who lived up on the ridge, to come down and help out.

Cather used to watch out of the front windows, hoping to see Mrs. Anderson come down the road: she was such fun to talk to and very kind to a sick child. She became a great favorite and appears as Mrs. Ringer in Sapphira , the woman who "was born interested. Anderson when she returned to Virginia in and heard from her all the stories of the lives of people she had known as a child.

Any chance bit of gossip that came her way was a godsend. Her spirits bubbled into the light like a spring and spread among the cresses. Anderson's simple-minded daughter Marjorie was one of Cather's companions, though much older, after she came to work at Willow Shade as nurse and housemaid. She and Willa roamed the woods and fields together and often walked up the double-S road, which Cather later thought the most beautiful piece of country road she had found anywhere in the world, to visit Margie's mother and listen to her tales of local folklore.

Cather loved Margie, who served the family with single-minded devotion for the rest of her life. She and her brother accompanied the Cathers to Nebraska, and she was ultimately buried in the family plot in Red Cloud in In One of Ours Cather writes: "She had never been sent to school, and could not read or write. Claude, when he was a little boy, tried to teach her to read, but what she learned one night she had forgotten by the next.

She could count, and tell the time. He knew she sensed all the shades of personal feeling, the accords and antipathies in the household, as keenly as he did, and he would have hated to lose her good opinion. Both women shared a fondness for children. Margie loved to talk of old times in Virginia; and Cather's father, who subscribed to the weekly Winchester paper, always told her the news from home.

After she died, Cather wrote in "Poor Marty": Little had she here to leave , Nought to will, none to grieve. Hire nor wages did she draw, But her keep and bed of straw. Companions more Cather's own age included Mary Love, the daughter of the doctor who delivered her. Mary's grandfather had been minister to France in , and Mary's mother liked to talk about her education in France and her experiences as a diplomat's daughter. Cather's lifelong love affair with France may well have begun with these accounts. Willa also had the companionship of her brother Roscoe, called Ross by the family, who was born in Douglass, who came along in , did not become her close friend and confidant until they were growing up in Red Cloud years later.

Jessica, the fourth and last child born in Virginia, was eight years younger, very different from Willa in temperament, and the two sisters had little to say to each other. Young Willa Cather roamed the woods and the fields. She visited the mill house where her grandmother had grown up and the mill on Back Creek where her Great-grandfather Seibert had been the miller.

There were plenty of rabbits in the woods, and she set traps that her father made for her. When she revisited Virginia thirteen years after the family moved away, she walked straight to her traps and found them still intact. A little to the west of Willow Shade was a suspension bridge over the creek. Life at Willow Shade was orderly, comfortable, and continuously interesting. It was a stable world for a child to grow up in.

The Cathers were better off than many of their neighbors, and there were always servants in the house to talk to and a few field hands, both black and white, on the farm to watch. There was a huge sheep barn, standing three stories and a loft above its ground-floor pens, where children could play. But when Patrick paid a visit to Isobel's Cotswold craft shop he couldn't be so sur Jake wasn't sure why he'd agreed to take his twin brother's place on the flight to London.

Nor why he'd agreed to commit Nathan's crime. Maybe it was misplaced loyalty, maybe it was the memory of their mother's sacrif Whose baby?

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Sara Reed has a secret. Returning to her husband's family home after his death isn't easy for Sara. Her mother-in-law clearly despises her, but the person she most dreads seeing again is Alex. Her husband's brother, he has always Is Helen Gregory a woman of passion? To outsiders, Helen appears to be a typical cool English blonde.

Only Matthew Aitken guesses that her icy exterior hides a warm and vibrant woman In the heat of Barbados Helen finds her Quinn once knew Julia more intimately than anyone realizes and believes that he caused her to shun the limelight. Over the y Virgin or wanton? Oliver Lee is a man with a shadowed past. He is suspicious of everything and everyone Fliss may be innocent, but when Oliver's around she can't help behaving as if s Rachel's marriage had ended in bitterness and tears.

Ben had been unfaithful to her, she was sure, though, of course, he had denied it. Now their only point of contact was their small daughter, Daisy, and that suited Rachel. But when sh He'd always been a law unto himself Rafe Lindsay, Earl of Invercaldy, was lord of all he surveyed. But the days when a nobleman held the right to seduce any village maiden he fancied were long gone.

Not that the message had reached Rafe! But t One night was all she'd wanted Few of Beth's students would have recognized her as the seductive charmer who crashed a posh London party, commanded the immediate attention of Alex Thiarchos, brazenly seduced him But her missio Now, shrouded in scandal, he'd come home, heir to his father's multimillion-dollar holiday resort -- a man determined to claim what was rightfully his Where there's smoke Running into Conor Brennan after eleven years produced a disturbing uneasiness Olivia couldn't quite understand. She'd always played doting aunt to the son of her closest friend.

But now the boy had grown into a man. A very Second chances Joanna has convinced herself she's left the past behind. But coming back to Tidewater has resurrected best-forgotten emotions. She'd assumed Cole's ailing father simply wanted to beg her forgiveness--after all, the family had destro The two men in Madeline's life so far - her late husband Joe and her boss, Adrian - had been kind and uncomplicated, both only wanting to cherish and look after her. But now another man had come surging into her life - Nicholas Vitale.

Handsome, dyna Sexual compulsion She was sensitive and naive--and incredibly innocent--and he was about to ruin her life. There was no justification for what he was doing. After all, Greeks respect their women; they don't take advantage of them. But he, of co No escape Was it pure luck that Ben Russell had chosen to buy the old Priory? Certainly it couldn't have had anything to do with Jaime or her teenage son, Tom. It had been fifteen years since she'd seen her ex-husband's brother. Now his nearness w The man of her fantasies belonged to another -- her daughter Slim, lovely Laura Fox didn't look like the mother of a twenty-one-year-old, although her safe, predictable life--save the occasional run-in with her headstrong daughter--quite befitted Too hot to handle Camilla hadn't seen Virginia in years, but she certainly couldn't ignore her childhood friend's urgent plea to come to Hawaii.

Her cool reception from Virginia's husband was both unsettling and understandable; Virginia and their Olivia didn't expect returning home to be easy. And it wasn't. Especially when it was Matthew Ryan who met her at the airport when she returned to England fro her grandmother's funeral. Matt and Olivia had once been passionate lovers and he h After a failed marriage, despite her continued sense of guilt, she'd finally pull Could love be blind?

One night of passion--that was all they'd shared. And that had been ten years ago. But the experience had changed Helen's life. She'd certainly tried to forget the past, but she knew she hadn't succeeded. And then her world She had one week - and that was all It was Abby's one chance to turn back the clock to the carefree days when she and Jake had explored his island retreat in the Bahamas.

Abby had loved Jake and she had lost him. And not just Jake, but Dominic, th Divorce had seemed the only solution There'd been no possibility of a reconciliation when Rachel's marriage to Matthew Conroy broke up. Not only had her husband looked elsewhere for love--but he'd looked to Rachel's own Cousin Barbara. Ten long Cass fled to Italy, and to Ben. He was the one person in the world who could help her. And help she desperately needed. So it was a shock to find that she'd only added to her problems instead of solving them.

She was a grown woman now. She ha She'd been told she was Jessica Devlin. They said she was the illegitimate daughter of a recently deceased millionaire.

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Because a horrible accident had wiped out her memory, she was recuperating at the Yorkshire estate of her father's cousin - en Jared's return could ruin her Robyn hadn't seen him in six long years. Now he was about to return to the family home in England, summoned by his ailing father upon the death of his older brother--Robyn's husband. Robyn prayed he wouldn't stay. He had never believed in her Isabel Ashley, a successful model, had no desire ever to see Alex Seton again.

Throughout a disastrous marriage to his cousin, which ended in divorce, Alex had been hostile, believing she was unfaithful and interested She could see no future for herself Sara's hopes of becoming a famous dancer were shattered when an ankle injury abruptly ended her career. For Sara it was the end of her world. At first she didn't take seriously the offer of a job. What could Rafe Fleming followed in his father's footsteps and was now the ov Morgan didn't play Holly's kind of game Morgan Kane arrived on Pulpit Island in the Caribbean with strict instructions: collect his boss's daughter and bring her back to London.

Holly Forsyth had no intention of leaving her job at the mission s Once he'd made her feel so special Perhaps that was why he had succeeded where other men had failed. If Laura had not been so naively flattered by Jason's attentions three years ago, she might have recognized him sooner for what he was, instead of Could it be more than infatuation? And admittedly she was more than flattered by his interest in her. But how could she take him seriously?

Ben couldn't love her.

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She was Could he ever belong to her? Antonia was devastated to learn that the very attractive man she had met at Celia's party was none other than Reed Gallagher, Celia's fiance. He hadn't acted like a man in love, but perhaps their sort of people behaved The demands of a young woman's heart are Hidden in the Flame Catherine huddled in the ashes of the but she had shared with her father. Her eyes could not focus on his dead body. Her mind would not admit that their life together was over. She kne You never forget your first love Ten years ago, Jordan Lucas fell innocently in love with a musician visiting her Caribbean island home.

She experienced the soaring flight of first love and the bitter crash of betrayal. She needed no reminder But it was too late now. The tables had turned. Alexis Roche was no helpless victim. He was a seasoned hunter committed to the cha Fate forced Lani St. John to an impossible choice when her adolescent dreams became a wrenching reality.

For Jake Pendragon, the brilliant concert pianist she had loved from afar for years, reentered her life with an undeniable, devastating attractio For she had loved Heath since childhood, and as she'd grown into a woman, her emotions had deepened and changed in ways she was onl She thought of him as her father's friend Matthew Wilder had been a brilliant medical researcher who had suddenly disappeared from Joanna's life. Her memory of him was vague. When they finally met again on a remote Florida key, he bore no resem She had made her choice years ago As a girl, Jaime had learned how powerful love can be in the arms of a wealthy Italian count, Raphael di Vaggio.

Yet she had rejected him to pursue her career. He had found someone else and for five years Jaime After enduring a disastrous marriage she was now ready for an affair with no strings attached. But Jay Ravek was not like any man she'd known before. He was a t The lush night released undreamed-of passions When a tropical storm battered the tiny Caribbean island of Indigo, Ruth Jason's sheltered life was dramatically changed.

Young and vulnerable, having lived virtually alone with her father on the islan Abby couldn't deny Piers's statement. Time had certainly proven that true, but the young Abby had loved him with all the passion within her. At that time she could not have foreseen the awful events tha Could she disguise her love for Jared? Rhia couldn't refuse to impersonate her sister - after Valentina had fled - to aid in Glyn Fraser's recovery. It was Val's fault the young man had been blinded in a car crash.

Jared Fraser, Glyn's autocra Alex was not the man she expected him to be The time for Olivia's revenge had come. Her elderly husband, Henry Gantry was dead. She'd take Henry's monument to himself, his fabulously wealthy corporation, and either sell it or put it in the hands o She couldn't bear the unexpected truth Sara gladly accepted the offer of acting as companion to her youthful Aunt Harriet. Her father had recently died, and she welcomed the solace the English countryside offered.

But life in Harriet's househo Sylvie reluctantly took Margot's place Sylvie's sister, Margot, was determined to become an actress. She refused to live in Greece with her husband, Leon Petronides, and their small son.

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So Sylvie found herself going to Greece to look after the bo The reunion was almost unbearable Ashley could hardly believe she was actually seeing her son. Circumstances had forced her to give him up at birth seven years earlier to her deceased husband's wealthy Arab family. Now the unexpected sight of H He'd be her friend but never her lover Caroline's job as governess at a Mexican hacienda was more demanding than she'd dreamed possible.

Her employer, Esteban, was an evil and vulgar man, and he wanted her. She turned for help to Luis de Monte Rachel could tell something was wrong Rachel had been hesitant to spend the Christmas holiday with the Shards in their Newcastle home. After all, Liz and Rob were Jaime's parents and might have been Rachel's in-laws had circumstances been differen She was shocked to discover that the position she had accepted as governess was the in the home of the man she had spent six years trying to forget.

Aware that nothing had really changed, The valley's fate was in Rafe's hands Everyone wanted to know whether Rafe Glyndower would turn over his father's centuries-old estate to modern lead mining. Catherine's uncle was a farmer-tenant whose livelihood would be ruined; he convinced C He'd forgotten the love they'd shared Tobie was happy with her boyfriend, Mark, until he insisted on their flying to the Caribbean to meet his family. He was unaware that Tobie knew his half brother, Robert, all too well.

Their devastating affair She was betrayed by her own emotions! Abby considered her marriage over. Why couldn't Rachid just accept the fact and give her a divorce? In the two years since she left Abarein, the Middle East country where Rachid was crown prince, she'd trie Joanna didn't know what to expect Necessity forced Joanna Seton to accept a position as governess to Jake Sheldon's daughter.

She set out for Ravensgarth, his farm in the Lake District, with a determination to make the best of what she found. She hadn't expected a memorable summer Julie had come to the Canadian summer resort to forget about her father's tragic suicide. Adam Price, her fiance, would handle the business details. All she had to do was relax. But how could anyone relax She and her mother could no longer afford to keep it up. But she couldn't agree with her mother that selling it to the popular writer, Jarret Man She'd been tricked into this confrontation with her husband, and his proposal amazed her.

After five years apart, she was bein The will stated that Lisel would inherit! Domine and her brother naturally expected to inherit their grandfather's fortune. It was a shock to learn it was left to a cousin they'd never heard of. And living in Peru! To make matters worse, Lisel Sara walked right into a dangerous trap And what made it even worse was the fact that her friend, Diane Tregower, had coldly, calculatingly sent her into it. Richard replied with the hard assurance of a successful businessman.

I expect to collect the Alex yearned for freedom! Brought up in a French convent, Alex had been sadly neglected by her archaeologist father. He died leaving her starved for affection, desperate to love and be loved - desperate enough to trick her father's friend, Jason It was too late to turn back now Alix stood in front of the gates of the Hall apprehensively.

Had she been mad in agreeing to this deception? If Oliver Morgan discovered the real reason behind her taking this job, the consequences, she knew, could Emma had to admit that she was curious Jordan had said the matter was one of life and death, but since she wouldn't agree to meet him she would never know. Emma's hands trembled as she hung up the receiver, the familiar resentment she felt tow But how could she explain that a man she'd known less than a week, a man who had r Miranda refused to listen to warnings.

She didn't love Mark Sanders, but that didn't matter. He was heir to the estate where her mother was housekeeper. As Lady Sanders, Miranda could ensure a better life for her mother as well as herself. Carne expected her to just meekly agree "What about me? Don't I have any say in the matter? After all, Came had ignored his wife and child for three years. Why should he be interested in them now?

Lesley only The island was a paradise of golden sands and blue skies - of burning desires Beth had come to marry Willard Petrie, a widower twice her age; a gentle man who would replace desire with respect. Or so she thought. The island ha It hadn't been easy - coming to see Tristan Ross. He might deny being the father of her dead sister's baby, but Caryn was determined to make him accept responsibility. When he finally conceded, however, his conditions were not what she had in min That I might have forgotten what a selfish swine you really are? Darrell Anderson's life had been going along reasonably well until she met Matthew Lawford.

He was the most attractive, most u Aware that nothing had really changed And as yet she had no clue t It has to be coincidence! Charlotte stared at the man through a mist of confusion. It was Logan. An older Logan, of course, but unmistakably the man who had ravaged her emotions and then abandoned her all those years ago. She ought to feel angry. Rhys took a step toward her, his eyes searching. I know you're not indifferent. So what else is there between us? I'm letting you go because I have no intention of losing my self-respect over a little cheat like you. Suzanne's decision to visit Villa Falcone was an impulse.

Suddenly she was thrust into a family whose passions and jealousies pervaded their ancestral Italian home. Perhaps she had been meant to go, Suzanne thought later; otherwise she would ne The plan for revenge had filled Abby's mind. Not once had she thought of what would happen if it succeeded. Still, she didn't undrestand why Luke had married her. Or, indeed, how she had come to let him! It had never been part of her plan to marr Charlotte's heart lurched sickeningly at the thought of going away.

She honestly didn't know what Alex meant when he answered his mother's question confidently. Six years ago Catherine Fulton and Jared Royal had met and clashed embarassingly. Now, when her father's will stipulated Jared as her guardian for the six months prior to her twenty-first birthday, Catherine was no more enthusiastic about the arrange Joanna loved Shannon Carne and he loved her -- but there were several overwhelming reasons why they should not marry.

But it's no use. It never was, and it never will be. We've had today. So, with your father's permission, I contrived to play a little trick on you It had Morgana tried to wrench her wrist away from Luis. What you intend to do with your life is not my concern! Incredible tha Susan didn't want to admit it, but Amanda was right. She shouldn't feel this way; she should try not to think about Dominic Halstad.

But Susan found that even the prospect of spending time with his son was infinitely more desirable than remaining in Justina was in a dilemma. As she listened to his words, she realized her plan had backfired. Emma Maxwell knew her stepmother, Celeste, must have some scheme in mind, even before they arrived in Venice. When she heard what it was, Emma wanted no part of it. Then she met Count Vidal Cesare, on whom Celeste had designs, and decided he was old Rachel had tried to escape the torture of her thoughts and memories. She had loved Joel--loved him with all the wealth of tenderness and passion she possessed.

He had taken her love and destroyed it Now she heard Joel say, "I know what I alwa She was no longer a schoolgirl. These past few weeks had made her a woman. But what point was there in remaining at Paradiablo? Declan despised her for revealing her immature feelings so openly; Clare no doubt found the whole affair unutterably amusi He wasn't the marrying kind "Me - I'm a loner," Dimitri said sardonically. It was no use s For the first time since the break-up of their marriage, Julie began to have doubts.

Should she have believed Jonas instead of Angela? But suppose Jonas was innocent? Even if he weren't, it was no use deceiving herself any longer. Her situation was impossible, Ryan realized, more impossible than even Alain could imagine. What had he said? I suggest we attempt to salvage something from the wreck. An odd combination--young in years, mature in emotions. But that was Sophie. From childhood, Sophie's whole world had revolved around her stepbrother, Robert, and her feelings had not lessened with the years.

But how could she get anyone to reg No woman of his own nationality had looked at him in quite that way before. Had she no respect - this girl from England! Did British women Patrick had warned her: "If you marry me there's no going back. If you decide you don't like Venezuela, I doubt if I could ever bear to let you go. Our marriage is a contract, and our commitment to that marriage can be based on nothing less than a li He wanted her, but did he love her?

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Jake Seton was all wrong for Ashley Calder. He was too old, too sophisticated, too wealthy -- his social sphere too far from her own. And he was engaged to be married. Even her cousin Karen had seen the signs Karen Sinclair was deeply ashamed of her brief, inglorious love affair with Alexis Whitney seven years earlier. Since then she'd settled down - with an interesting job and a steady boyfriend.

Everything was so calm and pleasant that when Alexis u Seven years ago, Caroline had considered Gareth Morgan unsuitable as a husband. Now she was to find herself part of Gareth's life again when she got a job in Central Africa where he was living. And Gareth wasted no time in telling her. It would be easy, Eve told Sophie. All she had to do was to go to Trinidad and pretend to be the granddaughter of the wealthy Brandt St. Vincente for four weeks and the money she needed would be hers. But when Sophie met the disturbing Edge St Christina thought the long university vacation would be an excellent time to visit her brother and sister-in-law in southern Portugal.

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Her first feelings of antagonism towards him soon chan There had been two men so far in Madeline's life--her late husband, Joe, and her boss, Adrian. Both had been kind and uncomplicated, wanting only to cherish and look after her. But now another man had surged into her life--Nicholas Vitale. It was only desperation that had brought Dionne back to the Camargue, that remote, still little-known part of southern France that had been so important -- and so tragic -- a part of her life three years ago.

Back she had to come to the Mas St. Emma Seaton was comfortably if unexcitingly engaged to Victor Harrison; he was a wealthy business tycoon, and Emma could look forward to a life of ease and luxury with him -- but was that all she wanted from life? She became even more aware of her Sancha was thrilled with her assignment--to interview the famous author, the Conte Cesare Alberto Venturo di Malatesta. Entering his palazzo was like stepping back into the Renaissance, its poverty-stricken appearance at odds with his success. Why do some women always manage to fall for a man who they know from the start can never be any good to them?

Julie Kennedy, like most girls, had hero-worshipped the famous television singer Manuel Cortez from afar, but it had never entered her he Jarrod guarded Sara even against himself Sara Robins had never even heard of Jarrod Kyle until he became her guardian. He was far removed from anyone Sara, at seventeen, had known in the small, quiet world she'd lived in until her grandfather's de Fresh from a convent Sarah Winter was starry-eyed at the thought of what lay ahead of her-a trip, her first ever abroad to the.

West Indies, and a challenging job as governess to three children-the nephew and nieces of Jason de Cordova, who more or l Although Karen Frazer had been divorced by her husband Paul two years before, and had heard that he had since become engaged to another woman, she still loved him. But she was not yet free of him -- for Paul's married brother was pursuing Karen's i He despised her but wanted her as a wife Jake Howard and his wife, Helen, were outwardly a perfect couple with a perfect marriage. Jake was immensely attractive, rich and successful.

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