Robin Lee Hatcher | Catching Katie

Catching Katie

But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are a kingdom of priests, God's holy nation, his very own possession. This is so you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light. (1 Peter 2:9, NLT)

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Katie Jones is committed to fighting for the cause of women’s suffrage. She has no time for romance, especially not with her best friend Ben Rafferty. But when Katie’s column in Ben’s newspaper stirs things up, sparks begin to fly. Ben is set on winning Katie over, but Katie is just as determined to stay true to her 1916 feminist ideals. With such strong obstacles in the way, their relationship can’t possibly progress. Unless somehow love finds a way...

“You can run all you want, Katie. You still can’t run away from your feelings or from my love. Not today. Not ever.” With determination in his voice, he added, “I will catch you, Katie.”

"While Catching Katie entertains us with an appealingly feisty heroine and a tender love story, author Robin Lee Hatcher is not afraid to challenge us with thought-provoking issues and valid spiritual insights. A truly enjoyable read!”
— Cindy Swanson, host of Weekend Rockford radio show

"Catching Katie is a heartwarming story that effectively captures the dilemma women of an earlier era faced as the world changed and they had to learn to change with it, juggling new roles with traditional expectations. Ms. Hatcher portrays Katie's struggle with her heart's yearnings and her dreams for herself in convincing detail. Ben is a wonderful hero, stalwart in his support of his woman, yet unafraid to stand up for his needs. Robin Lee Hatcher has captured the sense of possibility that existed in the early nineteenth century as times changed and people adapted to those changes, while also illustrating how hard it can sometimes be to recognize that God is calling one in a new direction. Readers will find Catching Katie a pleasurable way to spend their time."
— Romance Readers Connection

"Robin Lee Hatcher delivers a delightful, thought-provoking romp with characters readers are sure to adore."
— Romantic Times Magazine

"A delight to the eye and the heart is Catching Katie. A happy mix of all the emotions and much more.... A tale of love with its attendant complications and more. This book will please any reader with its balanced plot and well drawn characters by a very talented author. Highly recommended as a story anyone will enjoy."
— Reader to Reader Reviews

"If the title Catching Katie seems to imply youthful fun, you are getting the right idea... This book is worth the read, not only for the romance, but for the insights into the history of women's rights. We all know about the beginning with Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B Anthony, but what came after, and how did the feminist movement play out on a more local and personal level? This is the first book I've found that depicts things hinted at in stories passed down by the women in my family. I recommend Catching Katie to every moderate feminist who appreciates the freedoms we have today; this book is a joyful celebration of the efforts our great-grandmothers made to secure women's equality."
— About.com Romance Fiction Book Reviews

"The suffrage movement was an important period in America's history, important for giving women a voice. Ms. Hatcher has researched the period well and was able to bring it to life in Catching Katie, making me understand why women endured the ridicule they did.... a wonderful addition to any library, a book that readers will want to enjoy over and over again."
— Road to Romance

"Heartwarming, historical fiction at its best."
— Beverly Lewis, author of The Shunning and The Covenant

"Cast your vote for Catching Katie, a charming story about a headstrong suffragette and an equally strong-willed editor. Deciding the destiny of American womanhood is easier for them than resolving their personal issues. The historical setting of Catching Katie adds depth and an appreciation of those early 20th century women strong enough to take their stands for God and women's rights."
— Gayle Roper, Autumn Dreams, Summer Shadows, and Spring Rain

"Robin Lee Hatcher gives the reader a clever tale of love amidst historical complications. This book made me laugh and cry. I highly recommend it. "
— Tracie Peterson, best-selling author of the Desert Roses and Yukon Quest series

The Homestead Weekly Herald, Homestead, Idaho
Friday Morning, May 19, 1916

LOCAL WOMAN RETURNS TO HOMESTEAD

The Homestead Herald has recently learned that Miss Katherine L. Jones, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Yancy Jones of the Lazy L Ranch, is returning to Homestead next week after residing in the East for several years. Miss Jones was born and raised in Long Bow Valley and is a 1913 graduate of Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York.

A welcome home potluck is being planned for Friday, May 26, at the Homestead Community Church. Everyone is invited.

The wind tugged at Katie’s hat, and mud splattered her duster as the motorcar bumped and rocked its way toward Homestead. Katie had driven on more than a few bad roads in recent weeks, but none so deplorable as this one between Idaho’s capital city and Katie’s hometown.

Not that she hadn’t been warned.

“You ain’t meanin’ t’ take that ’mobile up thataway, are you?” the old man at the Boise hotel had asked her last night. “That road’s not fit for those confounded contraptions. If’n you had a lick o’ sense, you’d wait and take the train, young lady.”

It certainly would have been easier to heed the man’s advice, but she hadn’t wanted to wait until Friday. The Susan B, as Katie fondly called the intrepid—and often cantankerous—Model T Ford, had come too far, had climbed too many hills in reverse, to be left behind now. The motorcar wasn’t about to be undone by a few more deep ruts or other adverse road conditions.

Nor was Katie herself.

She thought of her father as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Yancy Jones wasn’t going to be any too pleased when he learned his daughter had motored, unaccompanied by a male escort, across the country in her own automobile. Her father was old-fashioned in many ways. Although she knew he loved her and tried to be tolerant of his free-thinking daughter, he didn’t care for many of Katie’s newfangled notions.

That’s why she hadn’t told her parents in her most recent letter, which informed them of her upcoming visit to Homestead, that for the past several weeks she’d been a participant in the “Suffrage Special,” as it was known in the newspapers. Touring the West by motorcar, the gifted speakers and leaders of the suffrage movement calling upon women voters to help form a new political party dedicated to the passage of a national woman’s suffrage amendment. Katie had felt privileged to be a part of the entourage, for she was an impassioned supporter of the movement.

Suffrage would give women full rights of citizenship. It would give them access to better educational opportunities. It would open doors to their ability to serve in professions such as medicine and the law. It would help women campaign for social purity and for adequate housing. It would help win the fight against permissive work laws. Suffrage would offer protection for women who were abused or abandoned. It would give them more autonomy in matters related to property rights and child custody.

Katie couldn’t understand why there was any resistance at all, especially among Christian women, to the passage of suffrage. Evangelical Christianity, which had spread with the Second Great Awakening in America, emphasized the moral and religious autonomy of women and established women’s moral authority in the priesthood of all believers. Many of the leaders in both the National Woman Suffrage Association and in the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union were women of strong faith as well as strong convictions.

The front tire hit a large hole, sending the Susan B jouncing toward the edge of the road and the sharp drop-off to the river below. Katie felt her hair slipping free of its pins as her hat slid sideways on her head. The end of her scarf flew up into her face, blinding her. Quickly she braked, bringing the motorcar to an abrupt halt. She let out an exasperated sigh as she tried to right her touring hat, but all she succeeded in doing was loosening the remainder of her hairpins, causing her hair to tumble into her face.

“Oh, bother,” she muttered in frustration. She removed the straw bonnet and shoved back the mass of hair. “I’ve a good mind to cut it all off.” Men wore their hair short so they didn’t have to be concerned with such nonsense. Maybe she would cut it once she got to Homestead. Nothing like a fast hairstyle to get folks talking.

With a quick twist and the jab of a few hairpins, Katie secured her hair atop her head once more, then set her hat back in place. A glance at the sun hovering above the canyon rim told her she’d best hurry if she wanted to reach town before dark. Although the Susan B was equipped with headlamps, it would be hazardous to negotiate this winding river canyon after nightfall. Katie certainly didn’t warm to the idea of spending the night on the road, sleeping in the motorcar.

Besides, she was excited about getting home. It had been three years since her parents came back East for her graduation from Vassar College, and she hadn’t seen her brothers, Sammy and Ricky, in seven years. They were young men now instead of the boys of ten and nine she’d left behind.

Then there was Ben Rafferty. Dearest, best, beloved Benjie. It would be grand to see him again. He was the only one who hadn’t tried to dissuade her from remaining in the East, working for the NAWSA. His letters while she was at school and then in Washington had been filled with encouragement. He’d always told her to pursue her calling, no matter what stood in the way.

That was exactly what she’d done.

She’d had dreams for Ben, too, and she wondered why he’d returned to Homestead after his graduation from college. He could have had a marvelous career in any number of cities around the country. He could have made a name for himself, become a famous man of letters. Instead he’d gone to work for the Homestead Herald and then purchased the newspaper when Mr. Bonnell, the owner, died.

But wasn’t it lucky for me that he did?

She accelerated, her mind churning as fast as the tires on the bumpy road. She had much to accomplish now that she was coming home.

Home. She was surprised how good the word made her feel. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same town she’d left behind. So much must have changed. Some of the older folks had died. Some of the younger people had moved away. Most of her schoolmates were married and had children.

What will they think of me?

She knew the answer to that question. They would think her as strange as they always had.

“Too headstrong for your own good,” her father had told her more than once.

“Just like me,” her mother had countered every time. “I knew what I wanted and went after it. That’s how I got your father to marry me.”

Katie grinned at the memory. Yes, it was good to be coming home. Until recently she hadn’t realized how much she was needed in Idaho. Not until Inez Milholland, the spirited suffragette lawyer, had explained to Katie the good she could do.

“Miss Jones,” Inez had said a few months ago, “you come from one of the few enfranchised states in our Union. But are the women of Idaho exercising their right to participate in their government? I fear not in the numbers they should. We must find a way to see they do so, for all our sakes. It is women for women now and shall be until the fight is won. We shall stand shoulder to shoulder for the greatest principle the world has known, the right of self-government. Victory is in sight, Miss Jones. We must not let it slip away for lack of attention.”

Katie felt a shiver of excitement roll up her spine as she recalled Milholland’s words. She must not fail the women who were working so tirelessly in support of a federal suffrage amendment. She must do her part. She would do her part.

Her attention returned to the road as the mountains suddenly parted and she beheld her first glimpse in seven years of Long Bow Valley and, in the distance, Homestead.

Katie was home.

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