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Updated: June 1, 2025
Where's Phœbe?" "Why, I guess over at the quarry. She went for pennyroyal long ago and then Phares came and he went over after her, but I saw him go on the way to town a bit ago, so I guess she's still over there. Guess she's stumbling around after a bird's nest or picking some weeds that ain't no good. I don't see why she stays so long." "I'll go see," volunteered David. "Yes well.
She was glad when the other children picked up their books and empty baskets and kettles and started homeward. "Cheer up," whispered David as he passed out, but she was too miserable to smile or answer. "Come on, David," urged Phares when the two cousins reached outdoors and the younger one seemed reluctant to go home. "Don't stay here to pet Phœbe when she comes out."
Why, she may learn to indulge in worldly amusements and to love the vanities of the world which we have tried to teach her to avoid! She will be like a bird in a strange nest." "I know, Phares, but I can't make it different. When Jacob says a thing once it's hard to change him, and she is like that too. They fixed it up last night and I had no say at all.
And she proceeded to unfold with earnest gesticulations the story about the flowers of red and white and blue and the invitation for all who cared to come and see the colors of Old Glory growing in the garden of Old Aaron and Granny, and of the added pleasure of hearing Old Aaron tell his thrilling story of the battle of Gettysburg. "I won't want to hear about any battle," said Phares.
Shrewdly set with an eye to theatrical effect, these phares of a night threw out from the darkness the square bulk of the man's figure, and, reflecting garishly upward from the naked hemlock of the platform, accentuated, as in bronze, the bosses of the face, and gleamed deeply in the dark, bold eyes.
The true ground of such a lamentation is, that men do not interpret the signs of the times and of the world as He intends who has placed these signs in the heavens; that when Mane, Thecel, Phares, is written upon the ethereal wall, they have no inward faculty to read them withal; and that when they go elsewhere for one learned in tongues, instead of taking Daniel, who is used to converse with Angels, they rely on Magi or Chaldeans, who know only the languages of earth.
They came singly and in groups, in carriages, farm wagons, automobiles and afoot. Some of the curious went about examining each article in the motley collection in the yard. Phœbe watched it all with an amused smile; finally she broke into merry laughter. Phares looked up inquiringly: "What is it?" "This is great sport! I haven't been to a good sale for several years.
I can live without the few extra things that money would buy." "Don't be so forgiving, mother! Scold me! I'd feel less like a criminal. But here comes Phares; he'll give me the scolding you're saving me." The preacher crossed the lawn and advanced to the seat under the cherry tree. "Aunt Barbara," he began, then noted the troubled look on the face of David and asked, "What is wrong?"
He stretched out his hand in a sudden rush of feeling "Phœbe, I love you." She stepped back a pace and his hand fell to his side. "Don't, Phares," she began, but the next moment she realized that she could not turn aside his love without listening to him. "Phœbe, you must listen I love you, I have loved you all my life. Can't you say that you care for me?" "Don't ask me that!" she pleaded.
Whatever it was I ate for supper it must have been richer than our Lancaster County sausage and fried mush, for I dreamed all night. My old-fashioned walnut bed with its red and green calico quilt seemed to swing before me while Mother Bab and Aunt Maria talked to me. A clanging trolley car woke me and I remembered that I had been dreaming of Phares and the tanager's nest.
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