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She had brought him flowers, cigarettes of the exquisite kind that Doggie used to smoke, chocolates.... She sat down by his bedside. "All this is more than gracious, Mrs. Manningtree," said Phineas. "To a vieux routier like me, it is a wee bit overwhelming." "It's very little to do for Doggie's best friend." Phineas's eyes twinkled.
She sat the eye-lashes dropping over her flushed cheeks perfectly silent. John's voice grew firmer prouder no hesitation now. "My calling is, as you will soon hear at Norton Bury, that of a tanner. I am apprentice to Abel Fletcher Phineas's father." "Mr. Fletcher!" She looked up at me a mingled look of kindliness and pain. "Ay, Phineas is a little less beneath your notice than I am.
"Tain't much like last year, is it, Dianthy?" crowed Phineas, shrilly, in her ear then something went wrong. Phineas knew it instantly. The quivering thing beneath them leaped into new life but a life of its own. It was no longer a slave, but a master. Phineas's face grew white.
Doggie did not realize the extent of his drunkenness until, vaunting himself as a Scot and therefore the salt of the army, he picked a quarrel with a stolid Hampshire giant, who professed to have no use for Phineas's fellow-countrymen. The men closed. Suddenly some one shouted from the doorway: "Be quiet, you fools! The A.P.M.'s coming down the road."
So he came into Zimri's tent, and slew him with his javelin, and with it he slew Cozbi also, Upon which all those young men that had a regard to virtue, and aimed to do a glorious action, imitated Phineas's boldness, and slew those that were found to be guilty of the same crime with Zimri.
A swift attack of delirium tremens crowned and ended Phineas McPhail's Durdlebury career. "My boy," said the Dean on the day of Phineas's expulsion, "I don't want to rub it in unduly, but I've warned your poor mother for years, and you for months, against this bone-idle, worthless fellow. Neither of you would listen to me. But you see that I was right.
Phineas's chin came up. "Run it!" he scoffed. "Well, I hain't had no trouble yet steerin' a hoss, an' I cal'late I won't have any more steerin' a mess o' senseless metal what hain't got no eyes ter be seein' things an' gittin' scared! I don't worry none 'bout runnin' it." "But, Phineas, it ain't all steerin'," ventured Diantha, timidly.
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