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    Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence
    Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence
    Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence
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    Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence

    By Gail Hamilton

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    Calling on the help of her cousin Sara Stanley and her brother Felix to participate in search, Felicity hopes to replace the treasure before her mother discovers it missing. But time is running out, when Alec announces that he's like Janet to wear the monstrous item to the Avonlea social in just one week!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavenport Press
    Release dateMay 9, 2012
    ISBN9781926978086
    Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence

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      Road to Avonlea - Vows of SIlence - Gail Hamilton

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      ROAD TO AVONLEA

      Vows of Silence

      By: Gail Hamilton

      Based on Sullivan Films Production written by Heather Conkie adapted from the novels of Lucy Maud Montgomery

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

      *****

      PUBLISHED BY: Davenport Press

      Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

      Image Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

      Road to Avonlea is a trademark of Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except for reviewers who may quote brief passages.

      *****

      Chapter One

      The people of Avonlea were generally a church-going lot. After all, church services were more than just religious occasions. They were also social gatherings—a chance to see your neighbor’s new hat, or to notice which young ladies blushed when certain young men caught their eye over the hymn- books. For many church members, the pews also provided a handy place to have a snooze while the minister droned on.

      On one particular Sunday, the Avonlea Presbyterian Church was fuller than usual. In fact, it was packed to the seams. The increased attendance was due, not to any outbreak of religious enthusiasm, but to avid curiosity. The church had a new minister, and everyone was keen to hear him speak. After all, he was bound to be the main subject of conversation at Lawson’s general store for the rest of the week!

      Before they could get to the sermon, though, the congregation had to work its way through the required number of announcements, prayers and hymns. To this end, they plunged stoutly into the last verse of hymn number 424, The Contrite Heart. They were ably accompanied by Mrs. Rachel Lynde, who pumped the church organ with her usual vigorous efficiency.

      There is a holy sacrifice

      Which God in heaven will not despise;

      Nay which is precious in His Eyes

      The Contrite Heart.

      Even Mrs. Lynde was startled by the loudness behind her. The singing, she found, was being led by a fresh voice, strong and resonant, that boomed from the front of the church. The voice belonged to the new minister himself, the Reverend Hugh Fitzsimmons. When the hymn ended, the good Reverend held onto the last note far longer than anyone else.

      Quite oblivious to all the surprised stares, he kept his eyes screwed shut in holy fervor as every other sound around him died away. Here was a man who either loved to sing—or just loved the sound of his own voice, no matter what it was doing.

      Alec King, in a front pew with his family, gave his wife a poke as they sat down. Our new pastor thinks he’s Caruso, he whispered under his breath to Janet, who had to stifle a giggle at the thought that their new minister might be compared to the foremost operatic tenor of the day.

      As everyone got settled, Felix King, who had been out seeing to the horse, scurried back to where his family was sitting—all except baby Daniel, his little brother, who wasn’t yet a year old and had no interest whatever in new ministers.

      Felix was eleven years old, and just at the age when boys are considered to be at their most obnoxious, especially by their older sisters. Felicity, who was all of fourteen, quite often thought her brother the most irritating creature on the planet—and Felix, brimful of mischief, did his best to live up to her opinion. Squeezing into the pew, Felix deliberately jostled his sister His mother, who had eyes in the back of her head, saw what was happening and swiftly intervened to prevent open warfare. Felix grinned infuriatingly and satdown beside ten-year-old Cecily, well out of range of Felicity’s pinching fingers.

      Olivia Dale, the younger of Alec’s two sisters, leaned towards her older sister, Hetty.

      Well, he certainly can sing, surely, said Olivia.

      Olivia had a generous nature and tended to uncritical appreciation of anything that pleased her. Hefty, on the other hand, was the Avonlea schoolteacher and a hardened veteran of dozens of school musicals. She wasn’t about to be carried away by fancy vocalizing.

      But can he preach? asked Hetty.

      Somehow, Olivia knew that her sister was very soon going to have a firm opinion on that subject.

      Reverend Fitzsimmons stepped into the pulpit. He fussed with his notes for a moment, all the time smiling pleasantly and nodding vaguely at the congregation. Despite his small, round glasses and balding head, the minister was very young. He was also very pink in the face with the excitement of addressing his first real congregation. His collar had obviously been painstakingly starched in preparation for the big day.

      The people of the village settled in as he prepared to speak. This promised to be an entertainment event of major proportions. Everyone waited eagerly for the new minister to strut his stuff.

      I’m hoping the large turnout today is not only curiosity as to how well the new pastor preaches, Fitzsimmons began conversationally, much as though he were chatting in a parlor. His small spectacles twinkled as he spoke.

      Hetty King, a real stickler for proprieties, frowned at this informal style even as Olivia nudged her.

      The preacher leaned forward, perusing the faces before him. As he did so, the pulpit groaned and tilted under his weight, almost throwing him off his feet. Rachel Lynde, who headed the pulpit committee, jumped up in embarrassment.

      I have been assured that the new pulpit will arrive here a week Wednesday, Reverend Fitzsimmons, she assured him hurriedly.

      The committee had hoped to have the pulpit in place earlier, but it was impossible to hurry Hank Webster when he mixed up plain carpentry with producing a work of art.

      Fitzsimons nodded mildly and righted himself.

      It’s a poor workman who blames his tools— though a sturdy pulpit means a sturdy church.

      While the congregation worked that one out, he paused and shuffled his notes again.

      Well, let’s get to my sermon, then. He surveyed the congregation again thoughtfully. My colleagues in Toronto congratulated me on my posting in Avonlea. They said the sins here on this calm island must be small, inconsequential. Do you know what I told them?

      The people were afready smiling a little in anticipation of hearing their superior virtues praised by this admiring outsider. As the silence stretched out, their smiles became puzzled. Reverend Fitzsimmons was pausing so long that the congregation began to think he actually expected an answer to his question. Hank Webster, in the front pew, was preparing to speculate aloud when Fitzsimmons suddenly let out a bellow.

      "THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS SMALL

      SINS! ASK LOT’S WIFE, TURNED TO A PILLAR

      OF SALT SIMPLY FOR LOOKING OVER HER

      SHOULDER!"

      Simultaneously, Fitzsimmons smashed his fist down on the decrepit pulpit, causing a piece

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