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On two or three occasions his friends had obtained for him a chance to earn his living as manager of a club or a cafe as an inspector in great warehouses, at the 'Phares de la Bastille' or the 'Colosse de Rhodes. All that was necessary was to have good manners. Delobelle was not lacking in that respect, God knows!
"Oh, Mother Bab," she cried breathlessly one day in autumn as she ran back from the gate after a visit from the postman, "it's a letter from France!" Phares Eby and his mother ran at the news and the four stood, an eager group, as Phœbe opened the letter. "Read it, Phœbe! He's over safely!" Mother Bab's voice was eager. "I I can't read it. I'm too excited. I can't get my breath.
You read it, Phares." The preacher read in his slow, calm way. "Somewhere in France. "DEAR MOTHER: "You see by the heading I'm safe over here. I can't tell you much about the trip no use wearing out the censor's pencils. The sea's wonderful, but I like dry land better. I'm on dry land now, in a quaint French village where the streets run up hill and the people wear strange costumes.
Phares couldn't think of such things to say and David never made a "pretty speech" in his life. I know he thinks nice things about me sometimes but he wouldn't word them like Royal Lee does. I didn't want Mr. Lee to think I'm uncommonly good, I told him I'm not. "Not good?" He laughed at the idea. "Why, you are just a sweet, lovely young thing knowing nothing of evil." "Oh!"
"She's green, a lovely olive green. When she sits on the nest she's just the color of her surroundings. If she were red like her mate she'd be too easily destroyed." "God's providence," said the preacher. "It is wonderful look, Phares, there he goes!" The scarlet tanager made a streak of vivid color across the sky as he flew off over the corn.
"It is useless to try to persuade you, I suppose. I hoped you would reconsider it, that you would learn to care for me as I care." "Phares, don't. You make me unhappy." "Misery loves company," he quoted, trying to smile. "But can't you see that marriage is the thing I am thinking least about these days? I am too young."
The old man's cracked harsh voice rose above the confusion of other sounds as he leaned against a table near Phœbe and Phares and spoke to another man: "Here now, Eph, is one of them pewter plates that folks fuss so about just now, and I hear they put them in their dinin'-rooms along the wall! Why, when I was a boy my granny had a lot of 'em and we'd knock 'em around any way.
He could not conscientiously say his mother had urgent need of him for he knew that the little farm would supply enough for her maintenance. Phares Eby, although a preacher among a sect who, as a sect, could not sanction the bearing of arms, accepted the decision of his cousin with no show of disapproval. "I don't believe in wars," he said gravely, "but there seems to be no other way this time.
For a moment there was silence in the big room. The memory of the days when the home circle was unbroken left the father quiet and thoughtful and strangely touched Phœbe. "I am glad you told me, daddy," she said presently. "To-day when Phares talked about the baptizing he seemed so confident and at peace in his religion, yet I could not promise to come into the Church and wear the plain dress.
"Why, Phœbe, I am part Irish! My mother's maiden name was McKnight. David and I still have a few drops of the Irish blood in us, I suppose." "I just knew it! I'm glad. I adore the whimsical way the Irish have, and I like their sense of humor. I guess that's one of the reasons I like you better than other people I know and perhaps that's why David is jolly and different from Phares.
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