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A Girl in Love “Understand? I love you so much, it’s agony to think of life without you, but how can I understand why your father has two wives? It’s wrong.” “My father has four wives, but it won’t be that way for us. We love each other. We belong together, and I promise you will be the only wife I will ever choose.”

A Wife Betrayed

Copyright © 2012 Nickolae Gerstner

“You must understand. I’m not breaking my Copyright © 1981 Nickolae Gerstner and Juanita B. Anderson

promise. The elders of the church have chosen

All rights reserved.

Sophia for me. I have no choice. I must marry her tomorrow.”

First Publication: Popham Press 1981

... When he was with her, I could hear them talking. When he was with me, I wondered what Sophia could hear on her side of the wall.

Cover design: Michael Wheary Calypso Concepts ISBN: 1477656065 ISBN 13: 9781477656068

My torment lent itself to madness.


A Girl in Love “Understand? I love you so much, it’s agony to think of life without you, but how can I understand why your father has two wives? It’s wrong.” “My father has four wives, but it won’t be that way for us. We love each other. We belong together, and I promise you will be the only wife I will ever choose.”

A Wife Betrayed

Copyright © 2012 Nickolae Gerstner

“You must understand. I’m not breaking my Copyright © 1981 Nickolae Gerstner and Juanita B. Anderson

promise. The elders of the church have chosen

All rights reserved.

Sophia for me. I have no choice. I must marry her tomorrow.”

First Publication: Popham Press 1981

... When he was with her, I could hear them talking. When he was with me, I wondered what Sophia could hear on her side of the wall.

Cover design: Michael Wheary Calypso Concepts ISBN: 1477656065 ISBN 13: 9781477656068

My torment lent itself to madness.


About Longbourn Lively characters, a convincing plot, and humor that would set Jane Austen laughing.” Madeline Baker New York Times Best-selling author

Books by Nickolae Gerstner

Dark Veil Longbourn

About Dark Veil “Derk Veil takes exciting twists and will keep readers guessing until the last page. A great read. Catherine Nelson, Rave Review About No Bed In Deseret

Books co-authored by Barbara Pronin and Nickolae Gerstner writing as Barbara Nickolae

Finders Keepers Ties That Bind

“A good read that’s also unconventional and moving.” West Coast Review of Books

About Ties That Bind “Readers who dive into this lively story may not want to surface until the end.” Publisher’s Weekly About Finder’s Keepers, (Reader’s Digest condensed book selection, translated into 14 languages.) “It’s my kind of book…a neat, suspenseful plot about the kind of people you worry about, written with skill.” Tony Hillerman


About Longbourn Lively characters, a convincing plot, and humor that would set Jane Austen laughing.” Madeline Baker New York Times Best-selling author

Books by Nickolae Gerstner

Dark Veil Longbourn

About Dark Veil “Derk Veil takes exciting twists and will keep readers guessing until the last page. A great read. Catherine Nelson, Rave Review About No Bed In Deseret

Books co-authored by Barbara Pronin and Nickolae Gerstner writing as Barbara Nickolae

Finders Keepers Ties That Bind

“A good read that’s also unconventional and moving.” West Coast Review of Books

About Ties That Bind “Readers who dive into this lively story may not want to surface until the end.” Publisher’s Weekly About Finder’s Keepers, (Reader’s Digest condensed book selection, translated into 14 languages.) “It’s my kind of book…a neat, suspenseful plot about the kind of people you worry about, written with skill.” Tony Hillerman


“Emotionally gripping. I loved it from the first page.” Mary Higgins Clark “Nickolae’s first novel displays ingenuity and daring. Publisher’s Weekly “An unusually expert and clever work...plotting is ingenious, eminently readable and suspenseful.”

Dedication

Charles Champlin, Los Angeles Times

Juanita B. Anderson

“Well drawn and believable. A splendid read.” Baltimore Sun

(1900 to 1990)

She was the granddaughter of Olive Harriet Banks. Using her grandmother’s journal, She built the frame for this book. I painted the picture. It is truly more her story than mine.


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No Bed In

Deseret Nickolae Gerstner


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Chapter 1

5 I watched Pa, hoping to detect some sign of anger. I wanted him to shout and pound the table with his fist the way he usually did when he was about to give in. Instead, he continued to take deep puffs on his pipe. We had finished the evening meal, and Pa was sitting on the sturdy chair that had taken up so much space on the wagon when we made the long journey from Ohio to Iowa. His huge frame always seemed to mold into that chair. Now his long legs were stretched out, his eyes were halfclosed, and he smoked his pipe with slow deliberation. I had braced myself, and then told him that Percival Terry was coming to see him. “Please, Pa, for my sake, don’t send him away,” I begged, clasping my hands under my apron. “He must talk to you.” Pa’s voice was much too calm. “Olive, understand what I told you before and tell you again now. You can never marry Dr. Terry. I forbid it, and I don’t want that man in my house.”

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I dug my nails into my palms, but that didn’t release the panic welling

Desperate, I turned to my mother. “Ma, you and Pa both know that

inside me. I wanted to scream that he was being unreasonable, but I didn’t

Percy is a good man. You liked him—you know you did—until you found

dare. My last, thin hope was to convince him that I was grown up and knew

out about his religion. Please, listen to reason and ask Pa to talk to him.”

what I was doing. I struggled to keep my voice steady.

Ma finished putting bowls in the cupboard, then she pulled herself up

“Pa, why can’t you realize how much Percy and I love each other? We

as tall as her tiny frame would allow, another bad sign. “You are only sev-

belong together, and we would never let our lives be influenced by the

enteen. What you are feeling now will not last. It is a sin, a plain sin, the

wrong other people do.”

way those people live.”

He shook his head, a slow, determined gesture, and did not answer. I was his pet, the one best able to persuade him when the family wanted a favor. Now, when it was the most important thing in my life, he wouldn’t listen to me.

“They are not important. What matters is that Percy and I love each other. He will never love anyone but me.” In one, explosive movement, Pa rose from his chair and grabbed my arm. “Olive, no daughter of mine will ever belong to a man’s stable of

Ted was bent over the fireplace, poking at the blaze. He was nineteen and already a man. I wanted him to help me convince Pa to talk to Percy,

wives. He is a Mormon, and he believes in polygamy. He admitted it right here in this room. I will never let you marry him.”

but Ted dropped the poker, jerked on his buckskin jacket, and mumbled

“He has promised never to choose another wife, and—

something about checking the beaver trap.

Pa didn’t let me continue. “And those folks are thieves! I’ve heard more

I adored Ted. His fun and friendship had helped me fight off the loneli-

than one story about them carrying off what is not rightfully theirs.”

ness that engulfed me during the dreary months after we settled in the des-

It was hopeless. My despair gave way to rage. “You taught us to give

olate town of Kanesville, Iowa. I wanted his support again, but he bounded

a man his just due and not condemn anyone, but now you are listening to

out the door, avoiding any involvement in the battle that had raged all

lies and rumors.”

winter.

I shouted at my father for the first time in my life. “You can’t believe a

Dorothy would be no help either. She sat, eyes downcast, helping Daniel

man like Percy would ever steal.” I jerked my arm free of Pa’s grasp. “I am

print his name on his slate. She and I were as close as sisters can be. Born

going down the road to wait for him. I’ll tell him my father is too unfair to

hardly a year apart, we slept side by side and shared every secret and every

even talk to him.”

hope, but Dorothy was too loving and gentle to take a stand in a conflict. She stared at the slate and never looked up. Little George wasn’t feeling well and had climbed up to the loft. Only baby Joseph, making happy noises in his cradle, seemed unaware of the tension.

Angry tears blurred my vision, and I rushed outside. I ran a few steps and leaned against the barn, biting my hand to muffle a scream. I was unaware of Dorothy’s approach until I felt my shawl being draped around my shoulders. “Olive, it’s too cold for you to be out without this,” she said.

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I dug my nails into my palms, but that didn’t release the panic welling

Desperate, I turned to my mother. “Ma, you and Pa both know that

inside me. I wanted to scream that he was being unreasonable, but I didn’t

Percy is a good man. You liked him—you know you did—until you found

dare. My last, thin hope was to convince him that I was grown up and knew

out about his religion. Please, listen to reason and ask Pa to talk to him.”

what I was doing. I struggled to keep my voice steady.

Ma finished putting bowls in the cupboard, then she pulled herself up

“Pa, why can’t you realize how much Percy and I love each other? We

as tall as her tiny frame would allow, another bad sign. “You are only sev-

belong together, and we would never let our lives be influenced by the

enteen. What you are feeling now will not last. It is a sin, a plain sin, the

wrong other people do.”

way those people live.”

He shook his head, a slow, determined gesture, and did not answer. I was his pet, the one best able to persuade him when the family wanted a favor. Now, when it was the most important thing in my life, he wouldn’t listen to me.

“They are not important. What matters is that Percy and I love each other. He will never love anyone but me.” In one, explosive movement, Pa rose from his chair and grabbed my arm. “Olive, no daughter of mine will ever belong to a man’s stable of

Ted was bent over the fireplace, poking at the blaze. He was nineteen and already a man. I wanted him to help me convince Pa to talk to Percy,

wives. He is a Mormon, and he believes in polygamy. He admitted it right here in this room. I will never let you marry him.”

but Ted dropped the poker, jerked on his buckskin jacket, and mumbled

“He has promised never to choose another wife, and—

something about checking the beaver trap.

Pa didn’t let me continue. “And those folks are thieves! I’ve heard more

I adored Ted. His fun and friendship had helped me fight off the loneli-

than one story about them carrying off what is not rightfully theirs.”

ness that engulfed me during the dreary months after we settled in the des-

It was hopeless. My despair gave way to rage. “You taught us to give

olate town of Kanesville, Iowa. I wanted his support again, but he bounded

a man his just due and not condemn anyone, but now you are listening to

out the door, avoiding any involvement in the battle that had raged all

lies and rumors.”

winter.

I shouted at my father for the first time in my life. “You can’t believe a

Dorothy would be no help either. She sat, eyes downcast, helping Daniel

man like Percy would ever steal.” I jerked my arm free of Pa’s grasp. “I am

print his name on his slate. She and I were as close as sisters can be. Born

going down the road to wait for him. I’ll tell him my father is too unfair to

hardly a year apart, we slept side by side and shared every secret and every

even talk to him.”

hope, but Dorothy was too loving and gentle to take a stand in a conflict. She stared at the slate and never looked up. Little George wasn’t feeling well and had climbed up to the loft. Only baby Joseph, making happy noises in his cradle, seemed unaware of the tension.

Angry tears blurred my vision, and I rushed outside. I ran a few steps and leaned against the barn, biting my hand to muffle a scream. I was unaware of Dorothy’s approach until I felt my shawl being draped around my shoulders. “Olive, it’s too cold for you to be out without this,” she said.

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No Bed In Deseret - by Nickolae Gerstner  

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