"It was a lovely affair. Senator Rudyard sat beside me at dinner, and I found him most entertaining. He and the other two senators were impressed with Mr. McKinley's spa."

"So they should be, from what you've told me. Did much politicking go on?"

"Not a bit."

"That's strange, isn't it?"

Cleo was right. That was odd. Surely politics had been Morgan's reason for hosting the party, and yet he'd said not a word about the election. He'd even warned the senator off of politics early in the evening. Perhaps he hoped to win the race by charm alone. Judging from last night that might be possible.

"Want to go over your opening comments for tonight?" Cleo asked, oblivious to Gwen's thoughts.

She shook her head. "Later. Right now I'd like some breakfast, and then I think I'll go over to All Saints. I feel the need for some solitude."

"I can get out of your hair, if that's what you're needing."

"Oh, Cleo." She reached forward and took her sister's hand. "I didn't mean you were in the way. I just want to be silent before the Lord, to settle my thoughts and hear His voice. The church seems the best place for it."

"I reckon you're right." Cleo slid from the bed. "I'll scramble some eggs. Coffee's all ready for you."

"Thank you. You've been such a help to me this week. I'm going to miss having you here every day."

"Much as I love you, Gwennie, a week of living in town is just about all I can stomach in one stretch. You know that. Just like ranch living didn't suit you when you tried it. You like living in town and being involved with your neighbors and all. I need those wide open s.p.a.ces to make me happy."

William Rudyard placed the doc.u.ment on Morgan's desk. "You needn't worry about this. Clive and Jeremiah are as thoroughly impressed as I am. We'll make sure that these petty impediments are resolved within the month."

"That soon?"

"That soon. Trust me. The county commissioners can be pressured by the state in this regard. I believe Mr. Carter will see the writing on the wall and acquiesce. I should think you'd have your commitment from the railroad in a few weeks. I know a number of men on the board of directors, and I'll be placing calls to them as soon as I return to Boise."

"Thank you, Billy. This means a lot to me."

"As it would to Danielle. I rather like knowing I'll have a hand in seeing her vision for this spa fulfilled in Idaho. You know how I felt about your mother."

"Yes, I know."

"She would be proud of all you've accomplished."

"I hope so."

"You can know so." The senator paused, then added, "And I believe she would approve of your affection for Miss Arlington, as well."

Morgan's eyes widened.

The senator chuckled. "It was was rather obvious last night." rather obvious last night."

"Was it?"

"Good heavens, man. Of course it was. At least to me." William slapped his knee. "And I understand why you feel that way. I think her a good match for you, my boy. Few of the fairer s.e.x are, as yet, ready to serve in public office, but I believe she is. Come to think of it, I'm mighty glad she would rather be mayor of this small town than seek an office at the state level. If she were running against me, it might be the end of my political career."

Gwen was all the things William had said about her. She was beautiful, both inside and out. Last night, she had outshone the most brilliant of lights in the room. It had been hard for Morgan to take his eyes off of her and pay attention to what the guests seated on either side of him were saying.

She wanted to be mayor. Not because she could use her office to accomplish something for her own gain, but because she loved Bethlehem Springs and the people in it. He cared too, but not the way she did. It had been a selfish purpose that spurred him to enter the race. If elected, he would serve with honor. He knew that much about himself. But still...

The sanctuary was silent on a Sat.u.r.day morning, the lighting dim with the doors closed and no candles or lamps burning. Gwen knelt at the rail before the front pew, hands folded, head bowed.

In nine hours, she would be in the bas.e.m.e.nt of another church on the opposite side of town, facing many of the voters of Bethlehem Springs, trying to convince them that she was the better candidate for mayor. Was that true? Would she be able to govern as she should? Would she make a better mayor than Morgan McKinley?

Father, fill me with Your peace. fill me with Your peace.

She wouldn't have agreed to run if she hadn't thought G.o.d had told her it was the right thing to do. She wouldn't have run if her father and sister hadn't agreed that she should.

May Your will be done, Lord. Lord.

Cleo had worked hard this past week, going from house to house and business to business, sharing what Gwen wanted to accomplish as mayor - improvements to the school, better streets and sidewalks, new equipment for the fire department. Would that information help persuade those who had reservations about a woman holding office?

Which one of us do You mean to be mayor?

Gwen didn't doubt that Morgan was a follower of Christ. She'd observed him enough, listened to him enough, to convince her that his faith was real.

But shouldn't he concentrate on the resort if he believes You brought him here to build it?

Guilt p.r.i.c.ked her spirit. That was a selfish prayer.

Help me not to be envious or resentful if he should win the election.

Gwen opened her eyes and stared at the wooden cross on the wall above the altar. Like a caress, she felt peace brush against her heart. The nervousness she had felt earlier was gone. Whatever happened tonight, she would be all right. Whatever happened in the election, she would be all right. She would trust in the will of the Lord.

Thank You, Father. Father.

She stood, stepped into the center aisle, and walked toward the back of the sanctuary. Moments later, she moved into the bright June sunshine. The day was already warming. She hoped it wouldn't be too hot by the time Owen arrived for his lesson.

Speaking of the boy, wasn't that him riding pell-mell toward her on a bicycle? Kitty must have come up with the money to fix the tire, but how Gwen couldn't imagine.

When Owen saw her, he skidded to a halt. "Hey, Miss Arlington."

She walked up to him. "Good morning, Owen. I see both your knee and your bicycle tire are much improved."

"The tire wasn't fixed. It's a whole new bike!"

"A new bike?"

"Mr. McKinley brought it to me this morning. He had it shipped up from Boise special, just for me."

"He did?"

"Ma tried to tell him we couldn't accept it, but he talked her into it. But she says I'm gonna have to do some ch.o.r.es for him until I've paid him back."

Yes, that sounded like Kitty Goldsmith. She might be poor but she was proud.

Owen's smile was brighter than the sunshine. "I've never had nothin' as nice as this bike. Not ever."

"It's a beautiful bicycle, Owen. Be careful that you don't take another tumble."

The boy laughed. "I won't, Miss Arlington. I'm gonna take real good care of it."

As Owen prepared to ride away, Gwen said, "Don't forget your lesson this afternoon."

"I won't." And away he went.

She wondered if Morgan had any notion what a wonderful thing he'd done for that boy. He was a wealthy man, she knew, and well able to afford the gift he'd given. But had he understood in advance how much it would mean to Owen?

Yes. He must have. And she couldn't help but like him all the more for it.

If she lost the election to him, at least she could take comfort in knowing he was a man with a compa.s.sionate heart.

TWENTY-THREE.

The bas.e.m.e.nt of the Bethlehem Springs Methodist Church was filled with chairs and benches, most of them occupied fifteen minutes before the hour. It was an even better turnout than Morgan had expected.

"Mr. McKinley."

He turned toward the sound of Gwen's voice. She stood in the doorway of the small room where he'd been collecting his thoughts. She wore a jacket and skirt, deep rose in color, and a small hat without decoration. Her attire, he was certain, was meant to say, Take me seriously. I mean business. Take me seriously. I mean business.

"Owen Goldsmith showed me his new bicycle today," she said.

"He was excited when I delivered it."

There was an unspoken question in her gaze. "It was a wonderful gift."

"I could see how things are for the Goldsmiths. Owen wouldn't have had a new tire for a long while. Maybe not ever." He shrugged. "I wanted to help out. A boy should have a bike."

"Mr. and Mrs. Goldsmith have had a great deal of trouble in recent years. They won't forget your kindness to them."

Could she mean - ? No, surely she didn't mean that. But just to make certain, he said, "I didn't do it to get their votes, if that's what you're thinking."

She looked surprised. "Of course not. I believe I know you better than to think that."

Did she? Did she know him well enough not to suspect his motives? He hoped so. He wanted her to know him well. Well enough to fall in love with him.

Gwen Arlington already owned his heart. He'd sworn he would never again fall victim to a pretty face, and he hadn't. Oh, she was beautiful, but he'd fallen for so much more than that. And if it weren't for the election, he would have made it clear by now that he was courting her. He wouldn't be moving with such care. Maybe he would already have a better idea how she felt about him.

Kenneth Barker, the Methodist minister, opened the door and looked into the antechamber. "Here you both are. It's time we begin. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Gwen answered.

"We're ready," Morgan added.

"Good. I'll introduce you, and then we'll begin with Miss Arlington. There's a good crowd. It's great to see the community so interested." The reverend disappeared from view.

"Well, here we go." Morgan motioned for her to precede him. "Good luck to you."

"I don't believe in luck, Mr. McKinley." She walked toward the door, shoulders straight and head high.

Morgan smiled. Neither do I. Neither do I.

Gwen had felt a few flutters of nerves earlier in the evening, but they vanished when she faced the crowd. She didn't have to look at her notes to remind herself what she wanted to say. She knew what concerned her friends and neighbors, because those things concerned her as well.

"As mayor, it would be my goal to encourage new enterprises to do business in Bethlehem Springs. That will become even easier once a railroad spur is brought up our way. Will the railroad come to our town? I have it on good authority" - she sent a fleeting smile toward Senator Rudyard where he stood in the back of the room - "that it will. And once my worthy opponent's health spa opens" - she nodded toward Morgan - "we will see an influx of visitors to our community. That will benefit many of our local businesses and tradesmen."

Her gaze fell upon Harrison Carter, seated in the third row center. There was no misunderstanding the expression on his face. He was displeased with her opening address. Knowing he was against the completion of Morgan's spa, she knew he wasn't happy with her endors.e.m.e.nt of the same. She didn't care. Everything she'd said in the past ten minutes had been from her heart.

She brought her comments to a close with some words of thanks to those who had supported and encouraged her in her candidacy, especially her father and sister. Then she returned to the chair beside Morgan and sat down.

"Excellent job," he whispered.

Kenneth Barker stepped to the podium. "And now we will hear from Morgan McKinley."

Morgan rose, and there was some applause. "Thank you. You're very kind." He glanced at his notes, then set them aside on the lectern and began to speak.

Gwen noted his ease as he addressed the audience, most of whom he'd never met. His voice was pleasant and engaging. He had an air about him that seemed to invite people to be his friend. Magnetism. Charm. Business experience. A knowledge of the world at large. All of these were obvious a.s.sets.

He talked about the need for improvements to the school, the firehouse, and other city departments. He talked about the need for more openness in government at the local level. He talked about the need for more businesses, and he talked about the importance of the railroad. In many ways, he seemed to be parroting her comments.

She sat a little straighter. Yes. He was was parroting her. How could he do that? Was his strategy to say that both candidates wanted the same things, therefore, vote for a man instead of a woman? It made her so angry she wanted to box his ears. It made her so angry that she almost missed his closing statement. parroting her. How could he do that? Was his strategy to say that both candidates wanted the same things, therefore, vote for a man instead of a woman? It made her so angry she wanted to box his ears. It made her so angry that she almost missed his closing statement.

"As you have heard, my positions are almost identical to those taken by Miss Arlington. And so I tell you this. While I will serve the people of Bethlehem Springs with integrity and purpose if elected, I believe Gwen Arlington will be the better mayor. She is your neighbor, and her family has lived here for over three decades. Miss Arlington knows Bethlehem Springs and loves it. Thus, when I go to the voting booth on Election Day, I plan to cast my vote for my worthy opponent. I encourage you to do the same." Morgan turned toward Gwen and gave her a slight bow.

The room was gripped by a stunned silence. Not so much as the creak of a chair or the tap of a foot. Gwen found it hard to breathe. Had he said what she thought he'd said?

The Methodist minister stepped forward and placed a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Well..." He cleared his throat. "I must say that was unexpected. I'm not sure how these two people can debate after that p.r.o.nouncement." He glanced at Morgan. "Perhaps we should take questions from the audience instead." His gaze moved from Morgan to where Gwen sat.

She nodded, rose to her feet, and moved to stand beside Morgan, hoping she looked more composed than she felt. Her mind was still trying to understand this surprising turn of events. How could she form intelligent answers with her thoughts in such disarray?

But no one posed any questions. Instead, one by one, people began rising to their feet and applauding.

"Vote for Arlington!" someone shouted - it sounded like Cleo - and the chant was picked up by others. "Vote for Arlington!"

Gwen felt a flush of excitement in her cheeks as she raised a hand to wave at the crowd. She was going to win the election. She could feel it in the air.

And I have Morgan to thank for it.

That dampened her pleasure a little. After all, she'd wanted to win because she was qualified, because voters liked her ideas and had confidence in her ability to be a good mayor. Was that the case now? Or would they vote for her because Morgan had told them to?