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  Advance Praise for The Promise of an Angel

  “The Promise of an Angel is a fantastic read! This page-turner kept me up late at night as this unique and refreshing story unfolded. Fast-paced and with an ending that brought a happy tear to my eye, fans of Amish fiction are going to love this first novel in the Heaven on Earth series by debut author Ruth Reid.”

  —BETH WISEMAN, best-selling author of Seek Me With All Your Heart

  and Plain Proposal

  “Ruth Reid’s The Promise of an Angel is a beautiful story of faith, hope, and second chances. It will captivate fans of Amish fiction and readers who love an endearing romance.”

  —AMY CLIPSTON, best-selling author of the

  Kauffman Amish Bakery Series

  “Ruth Reid captivates with a powerful new voice and vision.”

  —KELLY LONG, best-selling author of Sarah’s Garden

  and Lilly’s Wedding Quilt

  The Promise

  of an Angel

  Ruth Reid

  © 2011 by Ruth Reid

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  Scripture quotations taken from THE NEW KING JAMES VERSION. © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

  Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Reid, Ruth, 1963–

  The promise of an angel / Ruth Reid.

  p. cm. — (Heaven on earth ; 1)

  ISBN 978-1-59554-788-0 (trade pbk.)

  1. Amish—Fiction. 2. Michigan—Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3618.E5475P76 2011

  813'.6—dc22

  2011006178

  Printed in the United States of America

  11 12 13 14 15 16 RRD 6 5 4 3 2 1

  Dedicated to my grandmother, Florence

  Gunderson, who thirty-five years ago gave me my

  first briefcase to store my stories in, and to my

  mother, Ella Roberts, who stayed up late to type

  all those stories. You both are godly women who

  greatly influenced my life—I am blessed.

  For He shall give His angels charge over you,

  to keep you in all your ways.

  PSALM 91:11

  Contents

  Pennsylvania Dutch Glossary

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Acknowledgments

  Reading Group Guide

  About the Author

  Pennsylvania Dutch Glossary

  abvoahra: serve

  ach: oh

  aemen: amen

  aenti: aunt

  bloh: blue

  boppli: baby

  daed: dad

  denki: thank you

  drauwa: trust

  Englischer: a non-Amish person

  es: is

  fasavvahra samling: sour the gathering

  fashprecha: promise

  fraa: wife

  gayl: yellow

  geh: go

  greeya fatt: get away

  guder mariye: good morning

  guder nacht: good night

  gut: good

  haus: house

  himlish-engel: heavenly angel

  Ich: I

  Ich veiklich: I truly

  jah: yes

  kaffi: coffee

  kapp: a prayer covering

  kumm: come

  kumm mitt mich: come with me

  leddich: unmarried

  mamm: mom

  mammi: grandmother

  maydel: girl

  meidung: shunning

  meiya: tomorrow

  mich: me

  muscht: must

  nacht: night

  nau: now

  nay: no

  nett: not

  onkle: uncle

  Ordnung: the written and unwritten rules of the Amish

  Pennsylvania Deitsch: the language most commonly used by the Amish

  redd-up: clean up

  rumschpringe: running-around period that begins when the person turns sixteen years old and ends when the young person is baptized into the Amish faith.

  saund: sound in doctrine

  shiklich: appropriate, suitable, proper

  shul: school

  vass: what

  veiklich: truly

  vinsha: wish

  wedder: weather

  wundebaar: wonderful

  yummasetti: A traditional Amish dish made with hamburger, egg noodles, and cheese

  zudie shul: to school

  zvay: two

  Chapter One

  Mecosta County, Michigan

  The maple tree’s crimson canopy offered shade for the children in Judith Fischer’s charge, and a perfect place to stitch her quilt while viewing Levi Plank as he worked with the men building the barn. With the structure nearly complete, soon the supper bell would ring. Judith glanced toward the house. Her friend Deborah was busy preparing the outdoor tables for the meal. Judith enjoyed helping with the food preparations, but she loved sitting with the children and entertaining them with stories more.

  Six-year-old Rebecca pulled on her sister’s sleeve. “Tell us another story.”

  Judith turned back and eyed the tight circle of smiling children. “What color dress will the maydel wear?”

  “Yellow,” said Rebecca.

  Little Emily looked down at her own dark dress. “Not black or blue?”

  A leaf fluttered from the branch above them and landed on Judith’s lap. She picked it up and twirled it by the stem. “In stories, people wear bright colors.” She tucked the red leaf into her tightly wound hair, leaving it to dangle from under the head covering. “Storybook characters can also wear wildflowers and colorful ribbons in their hair.”

  Rebecca raised her hand to shield the late afternoon sun from her eyes as she looked up into the branches. “What’s her name?”

  Judith repositioned the younger girl’s bonnet, then removed the leaf from her own hair and tucked the stem under Rebecca’s head coveri
ng. Feeling a tug on her other arm, she looked down at her five-year-old brother’s gap-toothed smile. “Jah, Samuel?”

  “Name her Judith.”

  The girls chimed in their agreement.

  Emily’s eyes widened. “I’ll name the boy in the story.”

  Judith glanced toward the barn and spotted Levi on the roof. She watched as he removed a nail he’d been holding between his teeth and hammered it into the wood. Judith couldn’t help but smile. Levi would make a perfect storybook hero.

  “Let’s call him Andrew,” Emily blurted.

  “Andrew?” Judith echoed louder than she intended. She followed the child’s gaze to Levi’s cousin, Andrew Lapp, and watched as he measured a piece of lumber. He paused, holding the pencil in place against the wood, and smiling, turned toward the children. As his eyes met Judith’s, he lifted his hand from the board and touched the brim of his straw hat.

  Rebecca scrunched her freckled nose as she looked at Judith. “Why is your face red?”

  Judith touched her warm cheeks. Before she could think of how to answer, she heard her sister Martha giggling behind her.

  “Supper’s ready,” she said. “That is, if the daydreamer is ready to eat?”

  Judith set the quilt section beside her and stood. Since Martha turned seventeen last month, her entire demeanor had changed. Judith hoped her father would notice the way Martha sashayed to the barn. He’d have something to say about that.

  Judith lined up the children to brush the grass off their dresses, meanwhile watching Levi climb down the ladder out of the corner of her eye.

  “Am I done?” Emily asked.

  She looked at the girl’s dress. “Jah, run to your mamm.”

  Martha had managed to be at the foot of the ladder as Levi reached the ground.

  Sarah, Emily’s older sister, fanned her dress by pulling on both sides, then twirled in place. “What about me?”

  After a few swipes, Judith sent her on her way. Her jaw tightened as she heard Martha and Levi laugh. She should be the one exchanging pleasantries with him, not Martha. She was the one turning nineteen tomorrow. She shooed the other children toward the house without inspecting their clothing, but held back Rebecca and Samuel.

  “Samuel, you stay with Rebecca and me. Mamm doesn’t need to chase after you today.”

  He pointed to the supper tables. “I’m hungry.”

  Judith could see Martha, Levi, and some other girls their age moving in her direction. She pretended to brush grass off Samuel’s clothing. “Mamm wouldn’t want you to kumm to the table covered with grass. Nau hold still.”

  “Hello, Judith.” Levi paused near the tree, Martha and the others clustered around him. “You sounded happy being surrounded by children all day.”

  Judith blushed. He had noticed her under the tree. She thought she’d seen him gaze in their direction a few times.

  Martha sighed. “She was filling their heads with nonsense again.”

  Judith gritted her teeth and didn’t comment.

  “She’s going to lead the children astray. They’ll all want to wear lacy gowns and ribbons in their hair.” Martha pointed to Rebecca. “See, she has our sister wearing colorful adornments.”

  Rebecca’s lips puckered, and Judith quickly patted the girl’s slumped shoulders. “It’s okay. Martha used to listen to stories too.”

  “Before I turned seventeen.”

  Judith crossed her arms. “And you think seventeen makes you grown?”

  Martha planted her hand on her hiked hip and shot her nose into the air. “At least I don’t dream of fairy tales. I—”

  Judith hadn’t noticed Andrew joining their group until he cleared his throat and stepped forward. He reached into his pants pocket and knelt in front of Samuel. “I have something for you.”

  “For me?” The little boy beamed.

  Andrew handed him a galvanized nail. “After supper, I’ll help you pound that into a piece of wood.”

  “Really?” Samuel rolled the nail over his palm, eyeing it as if he held a fistful of candy.

  Andrew stood and dusted the dirt from his patched knees. “Sure. You want to build barns someday, don’t you?”

  Samuel nodded. “And furniture too.”

  Rebecca peeked around Judith’s dress. “Andrew was the name of the boy in Judith’s story.”

  Judith’s breath caught as she glimpsed Andrew’s raised eyebrows. She sent a furtive glance in Levi’s direction, but he and the others were heading toward the house.

  Andrew squatted and picked up the quilt Judith had been sewing. “Ouch!” He shook his hand. “I guess I stabbed myself with your needle.” He handed her the fabric, taking care to point out where the needle was stuck. “I hope I didn’t dirty your work.”

  Judith looked down at the squares. “It’ll come out in the wash.” She hoped. When she married, she wouldn’t want her wedding quilt marred.

  She reached for Samuel’s hand and caught Rebecca before she darted away. “You two need to wash for supper.” Avoiding eye contact with Andrew, she hustled the children toward the house.

  As was the custom, the men stood on one side of the table, the women and children on the opposite side. While Bishop Lapp thanked God for the meal, the completed barn, and the day’s fair weather, Judith glanced across the table at Levi.

  His thick broad shoulders gave him a towering build. Hat in hand and head bowed, his sandy-brown hair, damp with sweat, curled into ringlets and fell forward, covering his eyes.

  She stifled the sigh that threatened to escape. If her father caught her staring at a boy instead of giving thanks to God for their new barn, she would hear about it. She tried to keep her eyes closed, but as the bishop’s prayer droned on and on, she couldn’t keep from peering at Levi again.

  His eyes opened. He tipped his head enough to look between his coiled locks.

  Her heart quickened. Tomorrow she’d be nineteen. In her dreams, she had already accepted his courtship invitation.

  His glance passed over her toward the opposite end of the table.

  She leaned forward on her tiptoes and craned her neck to see what he was looking at. His gaze had stopped on Martha. Her long, batting lashes and perfect, rose-glowing cheeks stole his undivided attention.

  Judith looked again at Levi. He shook his head as a broad grin spread across his face. She wondered what her sister had asked him, and snapped her head in Martha’s direction to see her sister’s lips form an exaggerated pout. Disgusted at her inappropriate behavior, Judith turned her attention back to Levi to see him shrug at Martha.

  Judith squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip.

  This wasn’t how she dreamed things would be when she turned nineteen. While a few of her friends dared to speak of what it would be like to live outside the Amish community, Judith valued household duties, knowing they prepared her for marriage. She performed each task with vigor, even unpleasant chores like scrubbing barn-soiled clothes against the washboard, while pretending to be Levi Plank’s fraa.

  Now his playful gestures toward her sister were unbearable. He’d talked about courting her once she turned nineteen. She had expected he would ask to take her home after the next singing.

  Judith felt a tug on her dress and looked down at Rebecca.

  “Where’s Samuel?” the little girl whispered.

  Judith brought her finger to her lips. Even at age six, children knew not to interrupt the blessing.

  She glanced to her other side, where her brother was supposed to be. Samuel was gone. She scanned the immediate area. He wasn’t with her parents or with the other children. He wasn’t— anywhere. She drew a deep breath. Once the prayer ended, she would search for him. He wouldn’t go far. She looked again at Levi, but a blur of blue in the distance caught her attention.

  Samuel was squatting on the barn roof with hammer in hand, tapping a board.

  Judith moved away from the table and ran toward the barn, prayer or no prayer.

  “Samuel!” Her
voice boomed in the near silence.

  Samuel jerked upright, arms flailing. In the time it took to blink, he disappeared from view.

  Judith sprinted to the other side of the barn. Please, God, let him be okay. He’s just a child. She pushed herself to run faster.

  She rounded the corner of the barn and skidded to a halt. A man, an Englisch man, was kneeling next to her brother.

  The man lifted his head away from Samuel’s face. “The boy’s alive.”

  Judith collapsed to her knees as she stretched her hand to Samuel’s pale face. “Samuel.”

  Her brother didn’t respond or open his eyes.

  The Englisch man rose to his feet. “Have faith. Samuel’s steps are ordered by God.”