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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

fame or brilliant talent that dazzled but did not win and warm. In 

after years she found how true her uncle's words had been and, 

listening to eulogies of great men, felt less moved and inspired by 

praises of their splendid gifts than by the sight of some good man's 

patient labor for the poorest of his kind. Her heroes ceased to be 

the world's favorites and became such as Garrison fighting for his 

chosen people; Howe restoring lost senses to the deaf, the dumb, 

and blind; Sumner unbribable, when other men were bought and 

sold and many a large-hearted woman working as quietly as Abby 

Gibbons, who for thirty years had made Christmas merry for two 

hundred little paupers in a city almshouse, besides saving 

Magdalens and teaching convicts. 

 

The lesson came to Rose when she was ready for it, and showed 

her what a noble profession philanthropy is, made her glad of her 

choice, and helped fit her for a long life full of the loving labor and 

sweet satisfaction unostentatious charity brings to those who ask 

no reward and are content if "only God knows." 

 

Several anxious weeks went by with wearing fluctuations of hope 

and fear, for Life and Death fought over the prize each wanted, and 

more than once Death seemed to have won. But Phebe stood at her 

post, defying both danger and Death with the courage and devotion 

women often show. All her soul and strength were in her work, 

and when it seemed most hopeless, she cried out with the 

passionate energy which seems to send such appeals straight up to 

heaven: "Grant me this one boon, dear Lord, and I will never ask 

another for myself!" 

 

Such prayers avail much, and such entire devotion often seems to 

work miracles when other aids are in vain. Phebe's cry was 

answered, her self-forgetful task accomplished, and her long vigil 

rewarded with a happy dawn. Dr. Alec always said that she kept 

him alive by the force of her will, and that, during the hours when 

he seemed to lie unconscious, he felt a strong, warm hand holding 

his, as if keeping him away from the swift current trying to sweep 

him away. The happiest hour of all her life was that in which he 


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