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Breakers Ahead
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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

Chapter 19 BEHIND THE FOUNTAIN

 

 

Two days after Christmas a young man of serious aspect might 

have been seen entering one of the large churches at L----. Being 

shown to a seat, he joined in the services with praiseworthy 

devotion, especially the music, to which he listened with such 

evident pleasure that a gentleman who sat nearby felt moved to 

address this appreciative stranger after church. 

 

"Fine sermon today. Ever heard our minister before, sir?" he 

began, as they went down the aisle together among the last, for the 

young man had lingered as if admiring the ancient building. 

 

"Very fine. No, sir, I have never had that pleasure. I've often 

wished to see this old place, and am not at all disappointed. Your 

choir, too, is unusually good," answered the stranger, glancing up 

at several bonnets bobbing about behind the half-drawn curtains 

above. 

 

"Finest in the city, sir. We pride ourselves on our music, and 

always have the best. People often come for that alone." And the 

old gentleman looked as satisfied as if a choir of cherubim and 

seraphim "continually did cry" in his organ loft. 

 

"Who is the contralto? That solo was beautifully sung," observed 

the younger man, pausing to read a tablet on the wall. 

 

"That is Miss Moore. Been here about a year, and is universally 

admired. Excellent young lady couldn't do without her. Sings 

superbly in oratorios. Ever heard her?" 

 

"Never. She came from X, I believe? 

 

"Yes, highly recommended. She was brought up by one of the first 

families there. Campbell is the name. If you come from X , you 

doubtless know them." 

 

"I have met them. Good morning." And with bows the gentlemen 

parted, for at that instant the young man caught sight of a tall lady 

going down the church steps with a devout expression in her fine 

eyes and a prayer-book in her hand. 

 

Hastening after her, the serious-minded young man accosted her 

just as she turned into a quiet street. 

 

"Phebe!" 

 

Only a word, but it wrought a marvelous change, for the devout 

expression vanished in the drawing of a breath, and the quiet face 

blossomed suddenly with color, warmth, and "the light that never 

was on sea or land" as she turned to meet her lover with an 


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