Most of their evening meals were shared, so Faith knew it wouldn’t be difficult to put together a grand feast in no time at all. She smiled as the women launched themselves into action. This was the homelife she missed and loved. There was such a sense of unity and harmony—of family. The only family she would ever have.
CHAPTER3
Faith gathered with some of her fellow students in the small medical library to discuss their last class. The trip home to Oregon City had refreshed her, but now she felt eager to get back to her studies.
“I believe this class on infectious diseases is going to be one of my favorites,” Malcom Digby announced. “I’m intrigued by the causes and cures, aren’t you?” He fixed a smile on Faith. “Is it not absolutely fascinating that starting with a simple sore throat, the infection can become scarlet fever and then rheumatic fever if not treated early?”
“It is.” Faith returned his smile. “If we can figure out what causes such things, then perhaps we can develop a cure or preventative measure, as they have done with smallpox.”
Violet Caprice planted a large bag on top of the study table. She rubbed her upper arms. “I’ve developed new strength from carrying all this stuff around, if nothing else.”
Faith smiled at the very plain young lady. “I’ve often thought the same thing. Juggling books and a bag, as well as anything else that comes my way, has strengthened my arms in ways that remind me of when I helped my folks with the sheep.”
Two additional young men joined them. “I hope someone will explain the reading we had for chemistry. It’s my worst subject,” George Zufelt said in such a dejected manner that Faith couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.
“We can have a study session on it at three today, if you like,” she said.
He perked up. “I’d like that very much.”
“I would too,” Violet declared. “I just want to make sure I’m understanding it correctly.”
“I wouldn’t mind being there,” Lewis Kent said, taking a seat at the table.
“Let’s meet after dissection class. We’ll be frozen after spending time over the livery stables,” Faith suggested. “We could see about getting the back room at Mrs. Madison’s café. It has that big stove that she always keeps full of coal.”
They all nodded in agreement.
“Oh, and I wanted to let you know that our discussion about hosting fundraisers to provide medication for the Indian reservation was met with wholehearted approval by my aunt and uncle.”
“I’m excited to be a part of it,” Malcolm declared. “If the government can’t or won’t provide the needed medicines, then the public must step up with charitable contributions.”
“I agree,” Lewis Kent added. “I like the idea of hosting informative events where people can learn about helping. With donations of money and goods, life on the reservation is certain to improve.”
Dr. Harvey, the man who taught classes on the diseases of women and children—the very one whose lecture they had just come from—entered the library. “Students, I’d like you to meet some of your supporters,” he announced with a smile.
Faith had claimed a seat at the table but rose to greet their guests. Two men accompanied her professor. One was dark-haired and quite handsome, while the other was older and looked more distinguished.
“Gentlemen, this is a portion of our 1880 graduating class. Students, this gentleman is Samuel Lakewood.” Dr. Harvey motioned to the older man. “And this is Gerome Berkshire.” The men gave a slight nod. “I was just giving them a tour.”
Faith had heard of Berkshire from Nancy. She’d been told more than once that he was not to be trusted. Not only that, but he made no secret of his hatred for people of color.
“I’m pleased to meet you all,” Mr. Lakewood declared. “I have long been an avid supporter of our medical college.” He smiled at Violet and Faith. “And its inclusion of women.”
“These are the best of this year’s class,” Dr. Harvey continued. “Faith Kenner in particular has shown the greatest promise.”
“That is merely due to my experience,” Faith demurred. “My aunt and to some degree my mother were practicing healers, and I learned a great deal by their side.”
“There is nothing quite so fine as seeing families pass knowledge down to their young. Still, I’m sure you have been challenged by your academic work here with the university,” Mr. Lakewood said.
Faith nodded. “Indeed, I have. I am most grateful for this education and have learned so much. The professors here are quite learned and equally gifted in teaching.”
“Well, that is good to hear,” Lakewood replied, smiling. “After all, my donations to this society would seem ill-used otherwise.”
“Then, fear not,” Malcolm declared, getting into the conversation. “This school is the best in the land. I believe it would rival any back east.” He extended his hand. “Malcolm Digby.”
“Have you personal knowledge of the schools back east?” Mr. Lakewood asked, shaking the younger man’s hand.
Malcolm’s chest puffed out a bit. “I do. I began my studies there and moved west with my family.”
