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American Story : The Lost Phoebe <3>

Written by Theodore Dreiser




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【整理】－－春山如笑

Henry started to walk fast down the road. 'The poor old man is sick in his mind, ' Dodge said to himself. 'He has been living alone too long. '

Henry met no one until he reached Matilda's farm. His Phoebe and Matilda Race had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. Matilda opened the door.

'Why, Henry Reifsneider. What a surprise! '
'Is Phoebe here? ' Henry asked.
'Phoebe? Which Phoebe? '
'Why, my Phoebe, of course, ' Henry smiled a little, 'you do not have to keep it a secret. She is here, isn't she? ' He looked inside the house.
'Well, ' Matilda Race said, 'you poor old man. Come in and sit down while I get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is. '

While Matilda worked in the kitchen, she talked to Henry, but he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there.

'I will go now, ' he said, getting up, 'I think she went over to the Murray Farm. ' Then he was out on the road again.

It was like this for many weeks. Every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.

'I have not seen her, ' they would say, or 'No Henry, she has not been here today. '

For several years, Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth and his clothes were dusty and torn.

It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

lovecindy

homework

Henry started to walk fast down the road, the poor old man has sickened his mind but said to himself, “He has been living alone to long.” Henry met no one until he reached M’s farm. His Phoebe and M R had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. M opened the door. “Why Henry right /? What a surprise. “Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked. “Phoebe? Which Phoebe?” “Why? My Phoebe, of course.” Henry smiled a little, “You do not have to keep her as a secret. She is here, isn’t she?” He looked inside the house. “Well,” M said, “You poor old man, come in and sit down while I get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is.” While M walked in the kitchen, he talked to Henry, but he was not listening, he was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there. “I will go now.” He said, getting up, “I think she went over to the M farm.” Then he was out on the road again. It was like this for many weeks, every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon, everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions, “I have not seen her.” They would say or “No, Henry, she has not been here today.” For several years, Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth, and his clothes were dusty and torn. It was in the seventh year of looking, when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night, and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

yoyogo

Homework.
Henry started to walk fast down the road. The poor old has sickened his mind, but said to himself. " He has been living alone too long." Henry met no one until he reached M's farm. His Pheobe and M's had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. M opened the door. When Henry raised his eyes, what a surprise?
"Is Phoebe here", Henry asked.
"Pheobe, which Phoebe?"
"My Pheobe, of course", Henry smiled a little. " You do dont have to keep it as a secrete. She is here, is not she?."
He looked at inside the house .
"well", M said. "You poor old man. Come in and sit down. Why let get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is."
While M worked in the kichen, she talked to Henry. But he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there.
"I will go now", he said, getting out.
"I think she went over to the Morri farm". Then he was out on the road again.
I was like this for many weeks. Every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon every one in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.
"I have not seen her", they would say. Or "No, Henry she has not been here today."
For several years, Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth and his clothes were dusty and torn.
It was end 17 year of looking when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food have made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight he felt that Phobe was nearer than she had ever been before.

lily tiger

Homework
Henry started to walk fast down the road. The poor old man has sunk his mind indulged inside to himself. He has been living alone too long. Henry met no one until he reach Martil Ray’s farm. His Phoebe and Martil Ray had been good friend. His Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. Martil opened the door.
“Why, Henry Sniter. What a surprise!”
“Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked.
“Phoebe? Which Phoebe?”
“Why? My Phoebe, of course.” Henry smiled a little. “You do not have to keep that secret. She is here, isn’t she?” He looked inside the house.
“Well,” Martil Ray said, “You poor old man. Come in and sit down. I’d like to give you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is.”
Martil walked to the kitchen. She talked to Henry while he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not here.
“I will go now.” He said, getting up. “I think she went over to the Mary farm.”
Then he was out on the road again. It was like this for many weeks. Every night, he returned to his home to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon every one in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.
“I have not seen her.” They can say, or “No Henry, she has not been here today.”
For several years, Henry walked in a sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth and his cloths were dusty and torn. It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to red hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

zhcool

Homework
Henry started to walk fast down the road. The poor old man has sunk his mind indulged inside to himself. He has been living alone too long. Henry met no one until he reach Martil Ray’s farm. His Phoebe and Matilde Ray had been good friend. His Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. Matilde opened the door.
“Why, Henry Snider. What a surprise!”
“Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked.
“Phoebe? Which Phoebe?”
“Why? My Phoebe, of course.” Henry smiled a little. “You do not have to keep that secret. She is here, isn’t she?” He looked inside the house.
“Well,” Martil Ray said, “You poor old man. Come in and sit down. I’d like to get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is.”
Martil walked in the kitchen. She talked to Henry while he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not here.
“I will go now.” He said, getting up. “I think she went over to the Mary farm.”
Then he was out on the road again. It was like this for many weeks. Every night, he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon every one in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.
“I have not seen her.” They would say, or “No Henry, she has not been here today.”
For several years, Henry walked in a sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth and his cloths were dusty and torn. It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

qingshui312

homework
Henry started to walk fast down the road. The poor old man has sickened his mind induged said to himself. He has been living alone too long. Henry met no one until he reached M*’s farm. His Phoebe and M* had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. M*open the door. “Why Henry Reifsneider, what a surprise :”is Phoebe here?” Henry asked.
“Phoebe? Which Phoebe?”
”My wife phoebe of course .” Henry smiled a litter .”You do not have to keep the secret. She is here ,isn’t she?” He looked inside the house .
“Well,”M* said .”your poor old man ,come in and sit down while I ‘ll get you some coffee and food. I’ll take you to Phoebe. I know where she is. ”while M*worked in the kitchen, she talked to Henry ,but he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there. ”I will go now.” he said ,getting up. ”I think she will goanna to Mary farm.”
Then he was out on the road again.
It was like this for many weeks. Every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions. ”I have not seen her.” they will say. Or” no Henry , she has not been here today.” For several years Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was brown color of the earth. And his cloth was dusty and torn .
It was in the 7th year of looking when Henry came to Red hill. It was late in the night. And he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very litter food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

春山如笑

on lovecindy

Henry started to walk fast down the road. "The poor old man is sick in his mind, " Dodge said to himself. "He has been living alone too long. "

Henry met no one until he reached Matilda's farm. His Phoebe and Matilda Race had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. Matilda opened the door.

"Why, Henry Reifsneider. What a surprise! "
"Is Phoebe here? " Henry asked.
"Phoebe? Which Phoebe? "
"Why, my Phoebe, of course, " Henry smiled a little, "you do not have to keep it a secret. She is here, isn't she? " He looked inside the house.
"Well, " Matilda Race said, "you poor old man. Come in and sit down while I get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is. "

While Matilda worked in the kitchen, she talked to Henry, but he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there.

"I will go now, " he said, getting up, "I think she went over to the Murray Farm. " Then he was out on the road again.

It was like this for many weeks. Every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.

"I have not seen her, " they would say, or "No Henry, she has not been here today. "

For several years, Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth and his clothes were dusty and torn.

It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

hoscow

homework

henry started to walk fast down the road. the poor old man had sunk in his mind indulged inside to himself. he has been living alone too long.henry met no one until he reached martil ray's farm.his phoebe and martil ray had been good friends. phoebe must be here.he opened the gate and walked to he house. martil opened the door.
"why, henry ray snider? what a surprise!"
"is pheobe here?"hanrry asked.
"pheobe? which pheobe?"
"why? my pheobe of course,"henry smiled a little."you do not have to keep that secret,she is here, isn't she?"he looked inside the house.
"well,"martil ray said:"you poor old man,come in and sit down,i'd like to get you some coffee and food. i will take you to pheobe. i know where she is.
martil walked in the kitchen.he talked to henry but he was not listening,he was thinking about phoebe.he decided,she was not there.
"i will go now"he said,getting up"i think she went over to the mary farm" then he was out on the road again.
it was like this for many weeks. every night he returned to his house to see if phoebe had come back.soon everyone in the area knew old henry and anwered his questions.
"i have not seen her"they would say,or"no,henry,she has not here today"
for several years henry walked in the sun and rain looking for pheobe.his white hair grew longer and longer.his black hat was the brown color of the earth, and his cloths were dusty and torn.
it was in the seventh year of looking when henry came to red hill.it was late at night and he was tired and sleepy.years of walking and very little food had made him thin.each passing year seem to bring him closer to phoebe. tonight he felt phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

mzhang6

Homework

Henry started to walk fast down the road.

“The poor old man is seeking his mind.” Darge said to himself. “He has been living alone to alone.”

Henry met no one until he reached Matilda’s farm. His Phoebe and Matilda had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He open the gate and walked to the house. Matilda open the door.

“Why, Henry Rifslider, what is a surprise.”

“Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked.

“Phoebe? Which Phoebe?”

“Where my Phoebe of course.” Henry smiled a little. “You do not have to keep her as a secret. She is here, isn’t she?”

“Well!” Matilda said, “You poor old man. Coming and sit down while I get you some coffee and food, I will take you to Phoebe, I know where she is.”

While Matilda walked into the kitchen, she talked to Henry but he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there.

“I will go now.” He said getting up. “I think she went over to Morain Farm.” Then he was out on the road again.

It was like this for many weeks, every night he returned his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon, everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions.

“I have not seen her.” They would say or, “No, Henry, she have not been here today.”

For seveval years, Henry walked in the sun and rain looking for Phoebe, his white hair grew longer and longer. It is black hat was the brown colour of the earth and his clothes were darkness and torn.

It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to read here. It was late and night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight he felt that Phoebe was nearer there than she ever been before.

clover_112

Homework

Henry started to walk fast down the road. The poor old man was seeking his mind D said to himself he has been living long too long. Henry met no one until reached M’s farm. His Phoebe and M has been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house.

M opened the door. What a surprise. “Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked.

“Phoebe? Which Phoebe?”

“Why? My Phoebe, of course.” Henry smiled a little. “You do not have to keep her secret. She is here, isn’t she?” He looked inside the house.
“Well.” M said, “You poor old man, come in and sit down. I’ll get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is.”
While M walked into the kitchen, she talked to Henry, but he was not listening. He was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there. “I will go now.” He said, getting up. “I think she went over to the Maria farm.” Then he was out on the road again.

It was like this for many weeks, every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions, “I have not seen her.” He would say, or “No, Henry. She was not there today.” For several years Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black head was the brown color of the earth and his clothes was dusty and torn.

It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry went to the Red hill. It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.

怀吟

Homework:)
Henrry started to walk fast down the road."The poor old man is sick in his mind."Dodge said to himself,"He has been living alone too long."Henrry met no one untill he reached M*'s farm.

His Phoebe and M* Race had been good friends.Phoebe must be here.He opened the gate and walked to the house.M* opened the door,why Henrry R*, what a surprise."Is Phoebe here?"Henrry asked,"Phoebe?Which Phoebe?"" Why my Phoebe of course!"Henrry smiled a little,"You do not have to keep it a secret.She is here,isn't she?"He looked inside the house."Well,"M* said,"You poor old man,come in and sit down while i get you some coffee and food.I will take you to Phoebe.I know where she is."While M* worked in the kitchen,she talked to Henrry,but he was not listening he was thinking about Phoebe.He decided she was not there."I will go now."He said,getting up,"I think she went over to the M* farm."Then he was out on the road again.

It was like this for many weeks every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back.Soon everyone in the area knew old Henrry and answered his questions " I have not seen her."They would say,or"No,Henrry,she has not been here today."

For several years Henrry walked in the sun and rain looking for Phoebe.His white hair grew longer and longer,his black hat was the brown color of the earth and his clothes were dusty and torn.

It was in the 7th year of looking when Henrry came to Red Hill.It was late that night and he was tired and sleepy.Years of walking and very little food had made him thin.Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before...

Cherry0302

Homework

Henry started to fast down the road.The poor old man is sick in his mind and said to himself"he has been living alone too long."
Henry met no one until reached to Matilda's farm.His Phoebe and Matildahad been good friends. "Phoebe must be here." He opened the gate and walked to the house. Matilda opened the door,"Why Henry rights here?what a suprise!" "Is Phoebe here?"Henry asked. "Phoebe?Which Phoebe?" "Why,my wife Phoebe,of couse!"Henry smiled a little,"You do not have to keep this secret,she is here,isn't she?" He looked insidethe house. "Well,"Matildasaid"you poor old man,come in and sit down while I get you some coffe and food,I will take you to Phoebe,I know where she is." While Matilda walking to the kitchen,she talked to Henry,but he wasn't listening,he was thinking about Phoebe. He decided"She was not here." "I would go now."He said getting up,"I think she went to the Marry Farm".Then he was out and on the road again.It was like this for many weeks.Every nighty he returns his house to see if Phoebe had come back.Everyone there they are knew all hangry and answer these quetions"I have not seen her"they would say,or"No,Henry,she has not been here today."
For severy years,Henry walked in the sun and rain,looking for Phoebe.His white hair grew longer and longer.His black was the brown colourof the earth,and his clothes were dusty and torn.
It was in the 17th year of looking when Henry came to Red Hill.It was late at night and he was tired and sleepy.Years of walking,and very little food had made him thin.Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe.Tonight,he feels that Phoebe was nearer him than she had ever been before.

lily tiger

亲爱的班长,为什么没有第四期呢,是不是因为结果太伤感了,所以你就不贴了... ???

Homework IV of Lost Phoebe
After a while, he felt asleep with his head resting on his knees. When he awoke, it was still dark. The moon shot brightly through the trees.
Henry saw light move across the road, it densed through the woods.
Was it Phoebe? He jumped up, He was sure he could see her in that light. Yes, There she was. The young Phoebe he had known many years ago. Suddenly, he remembered her young beauty, her warm friendly smile. the blue dress she had wore when he first met her.
“Phoebe,” he called, “have you really come? Have you really answered me?”
He began to feel young and strong again. He run to followed the moving light. Then a soft wind blew through the leaves and she was gone.
“Phoebe,” he cried, “Do not leave me. Please, please stay with me.”
He ran as fast as his old legs would go.
When he came to the top of the hill, he looked down into the valley of shadows below. Tears of happiness came into his eyes when he saw Phoebe again.
Yes, There she was, down in the valley, smiling/ at him. She was in the same blue dress. She waved the hand and seemed to say, “Come, come with me.” Henry felt the strong pull of a new world where he and Phoebe would always be together. He gave a happy cry, “Wait, Phoebe, wait! I’m coming”.
The next day, some farmer boys found Henry at the bottom of the hill. His body was broken. There was a soft happy smile on his face. The same smile he had known when Phoebe was alive.
You have just heard “The Lost Phoebe”, written by Theador Dresser, it was published by “World Publishing Company” in 1947 in the book “Best short stories of Theador Dresser”. Your storyteller was Shep O’Neal. This story is copyrighted. All rights reserved. For VOA special English, this is Shirley Graffith.
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Homework IV of Light and Gentle things
He looked at the small head in the snow and the small white face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her.
This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling would be part of another feeling that seemed so good.
Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again as light as the snow that covered them.
As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part what now seemed to me, a world of light and gentle things.
“Do you want to go back in the hall?” She asked. Her voice was low. She no longer looked so strong.
“I guess not.” He answered.
“Are you going in?”
“I’d better.” she answered, “I came with friends. I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day’s happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of newborn things like the snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feeling of grown up, becoming a man.
Billy heard her asking again.
“I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
He shook his head.
“You mean I won’t?” she said.
“I mean you will.” He answered. She smiled and went inside.
He began walking alone the road toward the valley. The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it would last until he got home.
You have just heard the American Story “Light and Gentle Things”. It was written my William Sayers for the New England Magazine called “Yankee”. Our narrator is Shep O’Neal.

max007

Homework

Henry start to walk fast down the road, “the poor old man is seeking his mind,” Detch said to himself, “he has been lived too long and long.” Henry met no one until you reached … farm. He is Feibi and M has been good friend, “Feibi must be here,” he opened the gate, and walked to the house. M opened the door, while Henry …., “what a surprise.” “is Fiebi here?” Henry asked. “Feibi? Which Feibi?” “why? My Feibi of course.” Henry smiled .., “you do not have to keep it a secret, he is here, isn’t he?” he looked inside the house. “well,” M ..said, “you poor old man, come in and sit down while I get you some coffee and food, I will take you to Feibi, I know where she is.” While M worked in Kitchen, she talked to Henry, but he was not listening, he was thinking about Feibi, he decided she was not there. “I will go now,” he said, getting out, “I think she went down into the M F.” then he was out onto the road again.

It was like these for many weeks, every night he return to his house to see if Feib has come back, soon everyone in the area knew Henry and answered his questions, “I have not have seen her.” They would say, or “no, Henry, she has not been here today.” For several year, Henry walked in the sun and rain looking for Feibi, his white hair grew longer and longer, his black hat was the brown color these years, and his clothes was … and …

It was in the seventh year of looking when Henry came to Redheel, it was late at night, and he was tired and sweepy, years of walking and very little food had made him fim, each passing year bring him closer to Feibi, tonight, he felt that Feibi was nearer than she had ever been before.

Silas.teng

homework

Henry started to walk fast down the road, the poor old man was sick in his mind Dogge said to himself, “He has been living alone too long.” Henry met no one until he reached M’s farm. His Phoebe and M R had been good friends. Phoebe must be here. He opened the gate and walked to the house. M opened the door. “Why Henry reifsneider ? What a surprise. “Is Phoebe here?” Henry asked. “Phoebe? Which Phoebe?” “Why? My Phoebe, of course.” Henry smiled a little, “You do not have to keep her as a secret. She is here, isn’t she?” He looked inside the house. “Well,” M said, “You poor old man, come in and sit down while I get you some coffee and food. I will take you to Phoebe. I know where she is.” While M walked in the kitchen, he talked to Henry, but he was not listening, he was thinking about Phoebe. He decided she was not there. “I will go now.” He said, getting up, “I think she went over to the M farm.” Then he was out on the road again. It was like this for many weeks, every night he returned to his house to see if Phoebe had come back. Soon, everyone in the area knew old Henry and answered his questions, “I have not seen her.” They would say or “No, Henry, she has not been here today.” For several years, Henry walked in the sun and rain, looking for Phoebe. His white hair grew longer and longer. His black hat was the brown color of the earth, and his clothes were dusty and torn. It was in the seventh year of looking, when Henry came to Red Hill. It was late at night, and he was tired and sleepy. Years of walking and very little food had made him thin. Each passing year seemed to bring him closer to Phoebe. Tonight, he felt that Phoebe was nearer than she had ever been before.