The Wide, Wide World. Warner Susan

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       Susan Warner

      The Wide, Wide World

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664613998

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       THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD.

       CHAPTER I.

       CHAPTER XXI.

      1854.

      "Here at the portal thou dost stand,

      And with thy little hand

      Thou openest the mysterious gate,

      Into the future's undiscovered land

      I see its valves expand,

      As at the touch of FATE!

      Into those realms of Love and Hate."

      LONGFELLOW.

      THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD.

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CHAPTER I.

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      Breaking the News.

      "Mamma, what was that I heard papa saying to you this morning about his lawsuit?"

      "I cannot tell you just now. Ellen, pick up that shawl and spread it over me."

      "Mamma! are you cold in this warm room?"

      "A little, there, that will do. Now, my daughter, let me be quiet a while don't disturb me."

      There was no one else in the room. Driven thus to her own resources, Ellen betook herself to the window, and sought amusement there. The prospect without gave little promise of it. Rain was falling, and made the street and everything in it look dull and gloomy. The foot-passengers plashed through the water, and the horses and carriages plashed through the mud; gaiety had forsaken the side-walks, and equipages were few, and the people that were out were plainly there only because they could not help it. But yet Ellen, having seriously set herself to study everything that passed, presently became engaged in her occupation; and her thoughts travelling dreamily from one thing to another, she sat for a long time with her little face pressed against the window-frame, perfectly regardless of all but the moving world without.

      Daylight gradually faded away, and the street wore a more and more gloomy aspect. The rain poured, and now only an occasional carriage or footstep disturbed the sound of its steady pattering. Yet still Ellen sat with her face glued to the window as if spell-bound, gazing out at every dusky form that passed, as though it had some strange interest for her. At length, in the distance, light after light began to appear; presently Ellen could see the dim figure of the lamplighter crossing the street, from side to side, with his ladder; then he drew near enough for her to watch him as he hooked his ladder on the lamp-irons, ran up and lit the lamp, then shouldered the ladder and marched off quick, the light glancing on his wet oil-skin hat, rough greatcoat, and lantern, and on the pavement and iron railings. The veriest moth could not have followed the light with more perseverance than did Ellen's eyes, till the lamplighter gradually disappeared from view, and the last lamp she could see was lit; and not till then did it occur to her that there was such a place as indoors. She took her face from the window. The room was dark and cheerless, and Ellen felt stiff and chilly. However, she made her way to the fire, and having found the poker, she applied it gently to the Liverpool coal with such good effect, that a bright ruddy blaze sprang up, and lighted the whole room. Ellen smiled at the result of her experiment. "That is something like," said she, to herself; "who says I can't poke the fire? Now, let us see if I can't do something else. Do but see how these chairs are standing one would think we had had a sewing-circle here there, go back to your places that looks a little better; now, these curtains must come down, and I may as well shut the shutters too and now this tablecloth must be content to hang straight, and Mamma's box and the books must lie in their places, and not all helter-skelter. Now, I wish Mamma would wake up; I should think she might. I don't believe she is asleep either she don't look as if she was."

      Ellen was right in this; her mother's face did not wear the look of sleep, nor indeed of repose at all; the lips were compressed, and the brow not calm. To try, however, whether she was asleep or no, and with the half-acknowledged intent to rouse her at all events, Ellen knelt down by her side, and laid her face close to her mother's on the pillow. But this failed to draw either word or sign. After a minute or two, Ellen tried stroking her mother's cheek very gently and this succeeded, for Mrs. Montgomery arrested the little hand as it passed her lips, and kissed it fondly two or three times.

      "I haven't disturbed you, Mamma, have I?" said Ellen.

      Without replying, Mrs. Montgomery raised herself to a sitting posture, and lifting both hands to her face, pushed back the hair from her forehead and temples, with a gesture which Ellen knew meant that she was making up her mind to some disagreeable or painful effort. Then taking both Ellen's hands, as she still knelt before her, she gazed in her face with a look even more fond than usual, Ellen thought, but much sadder too; though Mrs. Montgomery's cheerfulness had always been of a serious kind.

      "What question was that you were asking me a while ago, my daughter?"

      "I thought, Mamma, I heard papa telling you this morning, or yesterday, that he had lost that lawsuit."

      "You heard right, Ellen he has lost it," said Mrs.

       Montgomery, sadly.

      "Are you sorry, Mamma? does it trouble you?"

      "You know, my dear, that I am not apt to concern myself overmuch about the gain or the loss of money. I believe my heavenly Father will give me what is good for me."

      "Then, Mamma, why are you troubled?"

      "Because, my child, I cannot carry out this principle in other matters, and leave quietly my all in His hands."

      "What is the matter, dear mother? What makes you look so?"

      "This lawsuit, Ellen, has brought upon us more trouble than I ever thought a lawsuit could the loss of it, I mean."

      "How, Mamma?"

      "It has caused an entire change of all our plans. Your father says he is too poor now to stay here any longer; and he has agreed to go soon on some government or military business to Europe."

      "Well, Mamma, that is bad; but he has been away a great deal before, and I am sure we were always very happy."

      "But, Ellen, he thinks now, and the doctor thinks too, that it is very important for my health that I should go with him."

      "Does he, Mamma? and do you mean to go?"

      "I am afraid I must, my dear child."

      "Not, and leave me, mother?"

      The imploring look of mingled astonishment, terror, and sorrow with which Ellen uttered these words, took from her mother all power of replying. It was not necessary; her little daughter understood only too well the silent answer of her eye. With a wild cry she flung her arms round her mother, and hiding her face in her lap, gave way to a violent burst of grief, that seemed for a few moments as if it would rend soul and body