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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

blunt sincerity of Rose's words. 

 

"I will if I know how. Now, come and tell me all about it." And, 

seating herself in the great chair which had often held them both, 

Rose stretched out her hands as if glad and ready to give help of 

any sort. 

 

But Phebe would not take her accustomed place, for, as if coming 

to confession, she knelt down upon the rug and, leaning on the arm 

of the chair, told her love story in the simplest words. 

 

"I never thought he cared for me until a little while ago. I fancied it 

was you, and even when I knew he liked to hear me sing I 

supposed it was because you helped, and so I did my best and was 

glad you were to be a happy girl. But his eyes told the truth. Then I 

saw what I had been doing and was frightened. He did not speak, 

so I believed, what is quite true, that he felt I was not a fit wife for 

him and would never ask me. It was right I was glad of it, yet I was 

proud and, though I did not ask or hope for anything, I did want 

him to see that I respected myself, remembered my duty, and could 

do right as well as he. I kept away. I planned to go as soon as 

possible and resolved that at this concert I would do so well, he 

should not be ashamed of poor Phebe and her one gift." 

 

"It was this that made you so strange, then, preferring to go alone 

and refusing every little favor at our hands?" asked Rose, feeling 

very sure now about the state of Phebe's heart. 

 

"Yes, I wanted to do everything myself and not owe one jot of my 

success, if I had any, to even the dearest friend I've got. It was bad 

and foolish of me, and I was punished by the first dreadful failure. 

I was so frightened, Rose! My breath was all gone, my eyes so 

dizzy I could hardly see, and that great crowd of faces seemed so 

near, I dared not look. If it had not been for the clock I never 

should have gotten through, and when I did, not knowing in the 

least how I'd sung, one look at your distressed face told me I'd 

failed." 

 

"But I smiled, Phebe indeed I did as sweetly as I could, for I was 

sure it was only fright," protested Rose eagerly. 

 

"So you did, but the smile was full of pity, not of pride, as I wanted 


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