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Chapter 14 – Gilbert Blythe

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1. Gilbert aspires to become a doctor and goes on to study at Redmond College, where he is joined by Anne, freed of personal obligations after the widowed Rachel Lynde moves to Green Gables to keep Marilla company, in Anne of the Island. Gilbert's feelings for Anne become increasingly apparent during their first year of college, while Anne becomes.
2. Gilbert Blythe enters the world of Green Gables in the iconic scene where he teases Anne with the nickname ‘Carrots', which causes her to break a slate over his head. Throughout their stormy school years, Anne and Gilbert have a tense relationship but eventually they become friends and confidantes.
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Europe, France, Paris, Gare Saint-Lazare. August 1896.

The train ride from Le Havre had been one of the most uncomfortable Gilbert had been on. The space was cramped, it smelled of dirty people, and he was always afraid someone might hit him on the head and steal his bag. He didn't have much with him, but it was all he had.

When they stepped onto the smoky platform of Paris, something in Gilbert was relieved. Though he was thousands of miles and many weeks away from what he had called home for so many years, he was relieved to finally reach his first goal: Paris.

'Do you know anyone in Paris?' Bash asked, looking around. From the look on his face, he was like a fish out of water. How many times had Bash described Trinidad to Gilbert over their trimming work? Paris was a far cry from that..

'No, I don't.' Gilbert barely even knew French. What had gotten into him to come here? Why not London where he could have communicated with the people? 'First, we have to find lodgings and jobs. Then we can decide what we do. Sounds good?'

Bash nodded. 'Why is there so much smoke?' he asked, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

'I don't know, but let's get out of here.' Without waiting for Bash's reply, he darted away from the people boarding on the train and headed into the main hall. He looked at all the headings and names and he was grateful that Europeans used the same alphabet.

With hand gestures and some broken French words he had picked up on the train and from the French-speaking Canadians back in Avonlea – Jerry being one of them – they found their way to the wealthy part of Paris with a map in hand. They went into shops to ask for jobs and the people were always happy to see Gilbert. But as soon as they saw Bash, they refused him any kind of job. 'It was not good for the shop's image to have a colored man working there,' they'd say. Though they offered Gilbert the job, he refused. He was not going to leave Bash alone. They had come as a team, they would work as a team.

They walked the streets of Les Champs Elysées and went into countless shops. Not one was willing to take on Bash.

'I shouldn't have come,' Bash said when they sat on a bench eating a sandwich, later that evening. The sun was setting and they hadn't found any job.

'Don't say that,' Gilbert said. 'We'll find something.' But Gilbert knew he was just saying that to encourage not only Bash but both of them. He really hadn't thought Bash's skin color would be a problem. He was just a man like everyone else!

They ate in silence and when their food was long gone, Gilbert hoisted his bag on his shoulder and stood. 'Come on. We'll start again tomorrow,' he said, yawning. 'We need to find someplace to sleep.'

'What about this bench?' Bash replied sarcastically. 'If rooms are as hard to find as work, I'd better sleep here. We can meet in the morning.'

Gilbert simply glared at his friend because he was not in the mood for joking right now. He turned on his heels and walked away.

'Gil-' Bash sighed. 'Gilbert, I was joking. Come on, my man.' Bash followed Gilbert's angry stride. 'Do you even know where you're going?'

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But Gilbert didn't reply. All of a sudden, he was deeply questioning why he was here. Why had he left his home? Why had he left Anne? The mere thought of her sent a crack through his young heart. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the next few hours. If they didn't find a bed soon, he would collapse in the middle of the street. He couldn't even remember the last time he had had a good night's sleep. Maybe it was on the boat, in the swaying hammock.

'Gilbert, talk to me,' Bash said, walking beside him. But Gilbert didn't talk. He turned left and right, and right, and left. The sky was completely dark by the time they made their way into a small back alley. Even the lamps didn't make it this far into the city.

Bash and Gilbert looked at the open door from where light and music and laughter came. They stared at the name above the door: Chez Elise.

Liteon dvd rom drive model etdu108 drivers for mac download. 'Are you sure about this?' Bash mumbled. 'This looks like a brothel.'

'It's all I have right now,' he replied. 'We'll look for something better tomorrow.' Gilbert sighed but resigned himself to what he was about to do. 'Let's do this.'

He stepped out of the shadows and walked towards the door, the light, the music, and the laughter. No wonder the French called these establishments Maison de Joie, or House of joy. Because it really seemed joyful from outside.

'Messieurs, bienvenue chez Elise!' A heavy woman in a burgundy gown said, walking towards them. Gentlemen, welcome at Elise! 'Que pourra satisfaire vos desirs?'

'Uhm,' Gilbert said, feeling his cheeks starting to burn. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea after all. 'We don't speak French,' he admitted.

'Ah!' The woman – Elise herself? – said. 'What can I do for you, gentlemen?' She asked in heavily accented English.

Gilbert sighed, relieved to hear his mother tongue from a stranger. 'I'm afraid we're only looking for two beds,' he said. 'We've been traveling for two days and we're exhausted.' Why he had revealed all that in less than a minute was beyond his comprehension. He was exhausted.

The fat lady eyed them suspiciously but her inviting smile didn't break.

'Just for one night,' Gilbert said. 'We'll be out if your feet tomorrow morning.'

A dark skin girl walked up to Bash and ran her hand on his shoulder, flashing him a seductive smile.

'Leave him be, Prunelle,' the woman said. Then, addressing Gilbert, she said, 'I have one room for you two.' She paused. 'But more money since you won't be using mes filles.' Her girls.

Gilbert nodded. 'Thank you, Mrs..?'

'You can call me Madame Elise, young man,' she replied. '50 cents each for the night. Follow me.'

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Gilbert almost choked at the exorbitant price. But if it was the price for locking himself up in his room and keeping his dignity, then so be it. Madame Elise showed them to a room just under the roof with only a small window. There was only one bed, too.

'There is another mattress under the bed,' Madame Elise explained. 'And you won't be bothered up here. There is only one other room on this floor and it is mine.'

'Thank you,' Gilbert said.

'Do you need anything else? Food?'

'No thank you.' Gilbert offered him his best – exhausted – smile and Madame Elise walked away, leaving the two young men alone.

'I can't believe you pulled that off,' Bash said.

'Neither can I,' Gilbert admitted closing the door. He crouched on the floor and pulled the second mattress out. There was just enough space for it between the other bed and the wall. And there was nothing else in the room beside a chair.

Without thinking, both boys took off their shirts and pants, leaving them in their undergarments. Bash chose the bed on the floor and lay down, his coat over his middle, one arm beneath his head, and the other over his eyes.

'There is a pillow if you want,' Gilbert said, sitting on the bed.

'No, you keep it. G'night, Guilly boy,' Bash mumbled, using the pet name he had annoyed Gilbert with on the boat.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and lay down. His head hadn't even touched the pillow that he was already asleep. His dreams were filled with swaying grass fields that merged into water waves and into cobblestone streets. He couldn't make heads or tails of anything but it took him to places he loved and others he hated.

Gilbert woke up the next morning with the smell of coffee. The girls of the house were already having their breakfast and his belly grumbled. The small sandwich they had eaten the previous evening was a faint memory.

'Yeah, I'm hungry too,' Bash said from the floor. 'So, what's the plan?'

Gilbert took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He honestly hadn't thought it would be this hard to find a job and a room. 'Same as yesterday, he said. We find someone willing to hire us, and we find another place to stay.' The squeaking of mattresses on the floor below had not bothered them, the previous night: they had fallen asleep right away. But Gilbert knew he didn't want to stay in this place, however comfortable the bed. He felt.. dirty.

'I like that plan,' Bash said, sitting up. 'But we should split up.'

'What? But why? We came here together, we work this out together.'

Bash sent Gilbert a look. 'Listen. I've lived with my skin for a very long time. I know how it is to be dismissed because of its color.' He sighed. 'We'll both have better luck finding jobs if we're on our own. You stick to the wealthy parts of Paris, I'll stick around here.'

Gilbert climbed out of bed and huffed. 'Fine. But we meet up tonight on the same bench as yesterday.' His belly grumbled again. 'First stop, food.'

'Right.'

Both young men packed their bags and left the room. The wooden stairs squeaked and cracked as they went down. So much for discretion. On the ground floor, they met all the working girls with Madame Elise eating breakfast.

'Ah, our young guests,' Madame Elise said with her thick French accent. 'Would you like some breakfast?' she asked, gesturing to two empty seats at the end of the table. 'Included in the price,' she added.

Gilbert and Bash shared a look and Bash nodded. 'Thank you,' he said. He sat down on one of the free chairs and urged a nervous Gilbert to do the same.

The girls around the table giggled and passed bread, jam, butter, and coffee down their way. The girls weren't completely undressed but they weren't completely dressed either. Gilbert kept his eyes on his food.

'So, what brings you to Paris?' Prunelle, the dark-skinned girl asked. Her English was broken, but still somewhat understandable.

Gilbert nodded. 'Thank you, Mrs..?'

'You can call me Madame Elise, young man,' she replied. '50 cents each for the night. Follow me.'

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Gilbert almost choked at the exorbitant price. But if it was the price for locking himself up in his room and keeping his dignity, then so be it. Madame Elise showed them to a room just under the roof with only a small window. There was only one bed, too.

'There is another mattress under the bed,' Madame Elise explained. 'And you won't be bothered up here. There is only one other room on this floor and it is mine.'

'Thank you,' Gilbert said.

'Do you need anything else? Food?'

'No thank you.' Gilbert offered him his best – exhausted – smile and Madame Elise walked away, leaving the two young men alone.

'I can't believe you pulled that off,' Bash said.

'Neither can I,' Gilbert admitted closing the door. He crouched on the floor and pulled the second mattress out. There was just enough space for it between the other bed and the wall. And there was nothing else in the room beside a chair.

Without thinking, both boys took off their shirts and pants, leaving them in their undergarments. Bash chose the bed on the floor and lay down, his coat over his middle, one arm beneath his head, and the other over his eyes.

'There is a pillow if you want,' Gilbert said, sitting on the bed.

'No, you keep it. G'night, Guilly boy,' Bash mumbled, using the pet name he had annoyed Gilbert with on the boat.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and lay down. His head hadn't even touched the pillow that he was already asleep. His dreams were filled with swaying grass fields that merged into water waves and into cobblestone streets. He couldn't make heads or tails of anything but it took him to places he loved and others he hated.

Gilbert woke up the next morning with the smell of coffee. The girls of the house were already having their breakfast and his belly grumbled. The small sandwich they had eaten the previous evening was a faint memory.

'Yeah, I'm hungry too,' Bash said from the floor. 'So, what's the plan?'

Gilbert took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He honestly hadn't thought it would be this hard to find a job and a room. 'Same as yesterday, he said. We find someone willing to hire us, and we find another place to stay.' The squeaking of mattresses on the floor below had not bothered them, the previous night: they had fallen asleep right away. But Gilbert knew he didn't want to stay in this place, however comfortable the bed. He felt.. dirty.

'I like that plan,' Bash said, sitting up. 'But we should split up.'

'What? But why? We came here together, we work this out together.'

Bash sent Gilbert a look. 'Listen. I've lived with my skin for a very long time. I know how it is to be dismissed because of its color.' He sighed. 'We'll both have better luck finding jobs if we're on our own. You stick to the wealthy parts of Paris, I'll stick around here.'

Gilbert climbed out of bed and huffed. 'Fine. But we meet up tonight on the same bench as yesterday.' His belly grumbled again. 'First stop, food.'

'Right.'

Both young men packed their bags and left the room. The wooden stairs squeaked and cracked as they went down. So much for discretion. On the ground floor, they met all the working girls with Madame Elise eating breakfast.

'Ah, our young guests,' Madame Elise said with her thick French accent. 'Would you like some breakfast?' she asked, gesturing to two empty seats at the end of the table. 'Included in the price,' she added.

Gilbert and Bash shared a look and Bash nodded. 'Thank you,' he said. He sat down on one of the free chairs and urged a nervous Gilbert to do the same.

The girls around the table giggled and passed bread, jam, butter, and coffee down their way. The girls weren't completely undressed but they weren't completely dressed either. Gilbert kept his eyes on his food.

'So, what brings you to Paris?' Prunelle, the dark-skinned girl asked. Her English was broken, but still somewhat understandable.

'Work,' Bash said. 'Something new.'

'Are you running from something?' another girl asked, her big green curious eyes trained on them.

Gilbert stayed silent. Was he running from something? Or did he just want something else, something to take his mind off Prince Edward Island? Off Anne? But no. He would never be able to forget the redhaired girl. She would go with him – In his mind at least – wherever he went.

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Bash answered for both of them. 'Not running away from anything. We just want a change of scenery for a while.' He tore a piece of bread and dipped it in his bitter coffee. 'Do you know any place where my friend and I could find decent work?' he asked. Gilbert's head snapped up. Was he really going to unravel all their plans to these women?

'Hmm,' Madame Elise hummed, tapping a red-nailed finger on her chin. What kind of work are you looking for? My cousin was looking for someone to work at his press.' She looked at Bash and Gilbert. 'Someone strong, like you, good sir,' she added to Bash. It was no secret that Bash was stronger than Gilbert. Trimming coal for ten years did that to someone.

Bash nodded. 'Could you tell me where I can find your cousin's press, Madame?'

Madame Elise gave him directions with the help of pen and paper while Gilbert continued to eat in silence. His mind drifted back to Avonlea and he thought about Anne again. If she knew where he was now, would she still talk to him? Probably not. Though a part of him knew without a doubt that Anne would have nothing but love and compassion for these girls. Hadn't she had just that for the savages, back in Canada, calling them her friends? No. Anne wouldn't be ashamed of this place. He knew she had seen worse. Maybe if he could start to see the world as she did it would be better. Wouldn't it?

He looked up at the girls around the table. 'Would you know anyone in need of an accountant, Madame Elise?' Gilbert heard himself ask. He was good with numbers, so maybe he could start there.

'I am,' the heavy lady said, studying Gilbert. 'My ledgers have been left unattended since the last one left.'

Gilbert wasn't expecting that. He had hoped for something in another place. But what would Anne do? She'd accept. He nodded. 'Uhm, sure. Would you take me on, then?'

Bash started at Gilbert, surprised. A job in this place? his eyes seemed to say. But Gilbert just sat up straighter.

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'How good are you with numbers?' she asked. And before he could answer, she continued. 'And how would you like to be paid?'

Pink rose in Gilbert's cheeks. 'Coin,' he replied without hesitating. 'And two beds,' he said. 'One for me and one for Bash.

'That can be arranged,' Madame Elise said.

And just like that, they had found jobs and lodgings before nine in the morning. He just hoped he wasn't making a big mistake by staying here. He had wanted to see something else? Well, he had something else, all right…

Hi! thanks for reading!

I hope you liked this chapter! but I also hope you weren't too shocked as to where Gilbert and Bash ended up; but I really wanted to see how he'd fare in Paris, and how he would react to Bash's rejection everywhere. I also wanted Gilbert to keep Anne close, and to learn things from her, even from far away. I hope it makes sense.. ^^' don't worry, Gilbert and Bash won't stay there forever..

see you next chapter, back on Prince Edward Island, with Anne! thanks for your reviews, as well! :D

Any Christian man worth his salt is going to want a strong woman who will confront him in love when he is wrong. In fact, I would counsel any young woman contemplating marriage to a man who doesn't encourage this to run far, far away! Any Christian man should want his wife to be confident in her abilities and gifts. He should see himself as one who encourages her to be all she can be, even if that means she overshadows him in certain areas. If he is strong in Christ, this won't be a problem for him.

Like many young women of the late '80s, I swooned over Gilbert Blythe as portrayed by Jonathan Crombie in the CBC series Anne of Green Gables and Anne Of Green Gables – The Sequel. The news of Crombie's passing last week broke my heart both because he was far too young to die and it also meant that the Gilbert I knew and loved was gone.

Part of what drew me to Gilbert was his love of the opinionated, strong and gifted Anne Shirley. Although I am not an imaginative dreamer like her, I did relate to her struggles as a smart and strong young woman, college student and then teacher. But what I loved about Gilbert is that he appreciated Anne's spirit and mind. He was fascinated by her, delighted in her accomplishments, found her a worthy opponent, and enjoyed a good verbal exchange. He wasn't intimidated in any way by her strengths, but reveled in them.

I am fortunate that after many years of prayer and waiting I ended up marrying my own Gilbert. He doesn't look anything like Jonathan Crombie and he's a graphic designer (not a doctor). But my David has the same fierce loyalty to me and my gifts. He delights in seeing me engage in an intellectual sparring match and knowing my satisfaction of being used by the Holy Spirit to encourage someone else. Like Gilbert, David has said many times he was drawn to my independence, my tenacity, my sense of humor, and, above all, my commitment to Christ. He wanted a strong woman who would challenge him and be his equal in life. David is not intimidated by my strengths but instead, like Gilbert, revels in them.

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Compare this to the increasingly tragic stay at home daughters movement in Christian circles today.

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These are young women who think that in order to serve God and their future husband they must remain under their father's protection and guidance until married – even if that never comes. They must focus on domestic arts, learn to be sweet and submissive, and parrot the opinions of their father on pretty much everything.

As Marty wrote in Those Young Keepers of the Home, there are so many increasingly older Christian women sitting at home, waiting for their knight in shining armor. Except that knight isn't coming.

He isn't coming partially because he doesn't exist. Like Anne Shirley's romantic ideal man who didn't exist, these young women and their parents have created some paragon of a Christian young man who is primarily a figment of their imagination. They expect that some man will appear who is perfect in every way including his theology down to the minutest detail, what he eats, what he listens to, and how he speaks. He is basically expected to be a carbon copy of the girl's father because I suspect most of these fathers would be loathe to give their daughter in marriage to any young man who didn't emulate them in pretty much every way.