Books with author Annie F.(Annie Fellows) Johnston

Joel is a book written about a young crippled boy living in the time of Jesus Ministry. Joel a Levite is full of hate for the boy who made him a cripple and shattered his dreams of becoming a priest. A kind carpenter and his family bring back some hope to Joel's life, but he is still bitter. One day, Joel meets Jesus, a man who can heal him . . but it comes with a choice. Will Joel choose what is right? This book does a great job of illustrating Jewish culture around the time of Jesus Ministry.

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Keeping Tryst: A Tale of King Arthur's Time by Annie F. JohnstonNOW there was a troubadour in the kingdom of Arthur, who, strolling through the land with only his minstrelsy to win him a way, found in every baron's hall and cotter's hut a ready welcome. And while the boar's head sputtered on the spit, or the ale sparkled in the shining tankards, he told[2] such tales of joust and journey, and feats of brave knight errantry, that even the scullions left their kitchen tasks, and, creeping near, stood round the door with mouths agape to listen.Then with his harp-strings tuned to echoes of the wind on winter moors, he sang of death and valour on the field, of love and fealty in the hall, till those who listened forgot[3] all save his singing and the noble knights whereof he sang.One winter night, as thus he carolled in a great earl's hall, a little page crept nearer to his bench beside the fire, and, with his blue eyes fixed in wonderment upon the graybeard's face, stood spellbound. Now Ederyn was the page's name, an orphan lad whose lineage no man[4] knew, but that he came of gentle blood all eyes could see, although as vassal 'twas his lot to wait upon the great earl's squire.It was the Yule-tide, and the wassail-bowl passed round till boisterous mirth drowned oftentimes the minstrel's song, but Ederyn missed no word. Scarce knowing what he did, he crept so close he found himself[5] with upturned face against the old man's knee.

Excerpted so that the other children came running back to me. When he saw them coming, he gave me a great push that sent me rolling over a rocky bank. It was not very high, but there were sharp stones below."They thought I was dead when they picked me up. It was months before I could walk at all; and I can never be any better than I am now. Just as my father was about to take me back to Jerusalem, he took a sudden fever, and died. So I was left, a poor helpless burden for my aunt to take care of. It has been six years since then."Joel threw himself full length on the grass, and scowled up at the sky."Where is that boy that hurt you," asked Jesse."Rehum?" questioned Joel. "I wish I knew," he muttered fiercely. "Oh, how I hate him! I can never be a priest as my father intended. I can never serve in the beautiful temple with the white pillars and golden gates. I can never be like other people, but must drag along, deformed and full of pain as long as I live. And it's all his fault!