Back The Stone Wall
Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Epilogue
  58. Author’s Note
  59. About the Author
  60. Back Ads
  61. Cover Flaps
  62. Back Cover

“Honestly, I prayed for a definite sign,” she said as they sat together on his couch. She told about her Mammi’s confused remarks about a stone wall somewhere in Strasburg. “At first I found it frustrating, because I wasn’t sure how much was reality rather than maybe a faulty memory. But then I found an old diary of hers that convinced me it was real, so I spent some of my time searchin’ for the wall.” She gave him a little smile. “That probably sounds a little silly, but I really wanted to see with my own eyes the place that used to be so important to my Mammi Eliza. And apparently, it was a hiding place for love letters from her Old Order beau.”

Gabe’s eyes widened, and he frowned as if puzzled. “What’re ya sayin’?”

Anna explained that, seven decades ago, her Mammi had come to Strasburg for the summer to assist a great-aunt. “While she was here, she met an Old Order fellow, and they exchanged letters using a hiding spot in a stone wall.” She shook her head. “And . . . I know it sounds incredible, but I found the wall . . . and discovered one unopened letter that’d evidently been left behind.”

“Do ya know who wrote it?”

“It was signed by someone named Eb Lapp.” She paused, wondering what Gabe thought of all this. “Unfortunately Eb’s not a name I’ve heard round here.”

There was a weighty pause, and then Gabe said slowly, “I know an Eb Lapp. He’s up in years, though, so I’m not sure he’d remember much ’bout this.”

Anna’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Reaching for her hand, Gabe said, “Eb is my grandfather’s nickname. Ebenezer Lapp.”

She stared at him. “You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, it’s mighty true.”

“So . . . your Dawdi was in love with my Mammi?” Anna felt so shocked, it was hard to get the words out.

Gabe nodded, looking as surprised as she felt. “Through the years I’ve heard snippets from my older relatives ’bout a long-ago forbidden love, but I never gave it much thought.”

Anna shook her head and glanced down at their hands, clasped together.

Gabe was chuckling now. “What a story, ain’t!”

“I’ll say,” Anna said, wishing with all her heart that Mammi Eliza could have been alive to overhear this conversation.

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That Lord’s Day, Anna attended church one last time in Bird-in-Hand, then drove over to meet Gabe at his house, where he was waiting beside the hitched-up horse and buggy. He smiled and waved when he saw her, clearly eager to take her to meet his Dawdi Eb. On the way, they stopped at Aden and Barbara’s and took Emmie inside to spend the afternoon.