The Lost Phcebe part 10
She bustled about, meditating on the uncertainties of life, while old Reifsneider thrummed on the rim of his hat with his pale fingers and...
The Lost Phcebe part 9
“Well, I`ll be switched!” he said aloud to himself. “He`s clean out`n his head. That poor old feller`s been livin` down there till he`s...
The Lost Phcebe part 8
“I guess I could find yuh ag`in,” he had always said. But her cackling threat had always been:
“Yuh`ll not find me if I ever...
The Lost Phcebe part 7
It was one of those little wisps of mist, one of those faint exhalations of the earth that rise in a cool night after...
The Lost Phcebe part 6
By twelve o`clock of this particular night he was asleep, however, and by two had waked again. The moon by this time had shifted...
The Lost Phcebe part 5
I`ll get along now well enough. Yuh just let me be.” And after many pleadings and proffers of advice, with supplies of coffee and...
The Lost Phcebe part 4
This usually reduced him to a state of somnolent ease. If she wanted a pail of water, it was a grumbling pleasure for him...
The Lost Phcebe part 3
Old Henry and his wife Phoebe were as fond of each other as it is possible for two old people to be who have...
The Lost Phcebe part 2
The orchard to the east of the house was full of gnarled old apple- trees, worm-eaten as to trunks and branches, and fully ornamented...
The Lost Phcebe part 1
Theodore Dreiser (1871-1945)
Theodore Dreiser came from the Middle West. For some years a journalist, he wrote his first novel, Sister Carrie, out of his...
