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    Love's Allegiance
    Love's Allegiance
    Love's Allegiance
    Ebook110 pages1 hourWartime Brides

    Love's Allegiance

    By Linda Shenton Matchett

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    With most U.S. boys fighting for Uncle Sam in far off countries, Rochelle Addams has given up hope for a wedding in her future. Then she receives an intriguing offer from a distant relative to consider a marriage of convenience.


    Conscientious objector Irwin Terrell is looking forward to his assignment at Shady Hills Mental hospital to minister to the less fortunate in lieu of bearing arms. At the arrival of the potential bride his father has selected for him, Irwin’s well-ordered life is turned upside down. And after being left at the altar two years ago, he has no interest in risking romance again.


    Despite his best efforts to remain aloof to Rochelle, Irwin is drawn to the enigmatic and beautiful young woman, but will time run out before his wounded heart can find room for her?


    Inspired by the biblical love story of Rebekkah and Isaac, Love’s Allegiance explores the struggles and sacrifices of those whose beliefs were at odds with a world at war.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShortwave Press
    Release dateAug 15, 2019
    ISBN9780998526584
    Love's Allegiance
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    Linda Shenton Matchett

    Linda Shenton Matchett is an author, speaker, and history geek. A native of Baltimore, Maryland, she was born a stone's throw from Fort McHenry and has lived in historic places all her life. Linda is a member of ACFW, RWA, and Sisters in Crime. She is a volunteer docent at the Wright Museum of WWII and a trustee for her local public library.

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      Love's Allegiance - Linda Shenton Matchett

      Extraordinaire

      April, 1943 Mechanicsburg, PA

      Chapter One

      Let’s face it, Claire. Marriage isn’t in the cards for me. Rochelle Addams spoke through the hair pins clenched between her lips as she inspected her image in the mirror and fought to tame her straight brown hair into victory rolls.

      Claire Porter sat cross-legged on the bed filing her nails. Nonsense. You’re just saying that because you haven’t met the right guy yet.

      No. I’m saying it because it’s true. We’re just about to graduate from college. No one is looking my way.

      In the distance a train whistle wailed, and Rochelle gestured toward the darkening sky outside the window. Hear that? Probably another troop transport taking the remaining eligible men to combat. Everyone who’s left is either too young or too old. Despite the optimism that this war will be over by Christmas, I have my doubts. Hitler seems determined to take over Europe, and he’s not going to give up easily. She shrugged. I’ll be on the other side of thirty at the rate this war is going.

      You’re in a dark mood tonight. Claire rose and pulled the navy-blue dress from the back of the chair. She held it in front of herself, then executed several dance steps before stopping behind Rochelle. She cocked her head and met her friend’s gaze in the mirror. It’s been months since you and Warren broke up. You need to get back out there.

      I know, but it doesn’t matter. Like I said, there’s no one to date.

      Perhaps you should join the Pen-Pal Club. A bunch of us get together on Tuesday nights to write letters to servicemen. Claire grinned. You could meet someone, but you wouldn’t have to survive the dreaded first date.

      Rochelle chuckled. They can be awful, can’t they?

      Remember the time Johnny Jenkins took you to the summer carnival? What a disaster. Claire returned the dress to the chair. You never did get that mustard stain off your white sweater.

      He bought me a new one and apologized every time he saw me before enlisting last year. Rochelle shook her head. That wasn’t the worst of it. Do you remember that we left the fair kind of late, so he decided to take a short cut down some dirt road? The car got stuck in a mud slick, and we had to walk almost three miles to find the nearest pay phone. I was wearing brand-new high heels. My blisters had blisters.

      Claire snickered. Poor Johnny.

      Poor Johnny? Poor me! Rochelle sighed. To be honest, it doesn’t seem right to think about finding a husband and settling down. Dating seems too frivolous. The country is in a life and death struggle.

      That’s exactly the reason you should consider dating or at least writing to some of the boys in the military. We have to go about our daily lives, or the Axis powers will have won. We can’t let them make us afraid of the future.

      I’m not afraid. I’m simply being realistic. Rochelle walked to the closet and rummaged for a pair of shoes among the jumble of oxfords, pumps, and flats on the floor. I want to do something more for the cause, something that makes a difference, but Mother and Daddy have been somewhat of a bore about what I can do. It’s bad enough they wouldn’t let me board at the university, but they’ve taking to commenting on everything I do. Not that they have much of a say at my age, but… She grabbed a pair of peep-toe heels then rose to her full five-foot-ten-inch height, pursed her lips, and looked down her nose. It’s all about reputation, dahling. You mustn’t tarnish the family’s reputation by doing anything untoward. Rochelle scoffed. Untoward? What does that even mean? It’s like she thinks we’re high class or rich. Nothing could be further from the truth.

      Claire dropped onto the bed. My parents are intentionally vague like that. The phrase covers anything they want it to. She inspected her nails then glanced at Rochelle. We could volunteer somewhere. There are lots of organizations. Surely, girls with our skills and…uh…enthusiasm can find something.

      Rochelle laughed and sat beside Claire, pulling her legs up under herself. That’s not exactly the word I’d use to describe you. You seem more eager to pursue marriage to Danny than supporting the cause.

      That’s because this stupid war ruined everything. He was going to propose, then he decided we should wait to marry until the fighting is over because he could get called up any time.

      At least he hasn’t run off to enlist.

      I wouldn’t put it past him. Claire huffed out a loud breath. Whenever we go out he mentions the latest guy who has joined up.

      Rubbing her moist palms on her skirt, Rochelle cleared her throat. Other than wrecking your plans of matrimony, what do you really think about the war? I mean, I feel like I’m fairly mature, but guys who just got out of high school are going halfway…no…all the way around the world to kill other guys. I can’t imagine what that must be like. Why can’t men talk things out instead of shooting each other?

      Goodness, where did this come from?

      Rochelle shrugged. I’ve been reading the papers, and the news seems all bad. So many battles. So many casualties. I know what Hitler and Mussolini are doing is terrible, but there’s so much death and destruction. How can I support that?

      Claire narrowed her eyes. That’s the kind of stuff those conscientious objectors say. Are you one of them? I thought I knew you better than that.

      No. Rochelle waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. I’m not a CO, but I can understand where they are coming from. Jesus said ‘blessed are the peacemakers.’ How do we reconcile war with His words?

      Don’t ask me. I’m no theologian. Have you spoken with Pastor Wynkoop about your thoughts? He might be able to help you. She cocked her head. I don’t suppose you’ve mentioned this to your parents.

      Heavens, no. Mother may not want me rubbing shoulders with the masses, but she certainly wants me to be seen doing my bit. And I want to do something other than collecting scrap and roll bandages like we’ve been doing. I’m ready for more than going to classes and studying. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. What if I talk to the pastor, and he says something to them?

      He can’t do that. Confidentiality of the pastorate. He can’t even tell a judge what you say, right?

      I don’t know. Are conversations with a minister the same as confession with a priest?

      Hmmm. Maybe.

      It doesn’t matter. I think I’ll stick with telling my best friend. Rochelle smiled. She’s great at keeping secrets.

      Claire pressed her index finger and thumb together, ran them across her lips, then pretended to toss a key over her shoulder. She rubbed her hands over her arms. We still haven’t figured out where we can volunteer. There are posters all over town. Do you have any ideas?

      Not the WAVES, WAACS, or SPARS. Rochelle grinned. The uniformed services are stricter than Mother and Daddy. No, thanks.

      We could be Donut Dollies with the Red Cross or boost morale in a USO clubmobile.

      We could.

      Now who’s lacking enthusiasm?

      Rochelle giggled. I just can’t see myself riding in a bus bucking and swaying over rutted roads for hours then handing out food in the middle of nowhere. I’m not exactly a whiz in the kitchen.

      Claire slapped her forehead and snorted a laugh. Good point. Neither of us is Betty Crocker. How about being a Gray Lady in one of the VA hospitals? Those boys who come home injured need lots of love and attention.

      "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were still trying to

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