The Wide, Wide World. Warner Susan

Montgomery was looking very ill he saw that at a glance. She rose from her sofa, and extending her hand, thanked him, with glistening eyes, for his kindness to her child.

      "I don't deserve any thanks, Maam," said the old gentleman; "I suppose my little friend has told you what made us acquainted?"

      "She gave me a very short account of it," said Mrs.

       Montgomery.

      "She was very disagreeably tried," said the old gentleman. "I presume you do not need to be told, Maam, that her behaviour was such as would have become any years. I assure you, Maam, if I had had no kindness in my composition to feel for the child, my honour as a gentleman would have made me interfere for the lady."

      Mrs. Montgomery smiled, but looked through glistening eyes again on Ellen. "I am very glad to hear it," she replied. "I was very far from thinking, when I permitted her to go on this errand, that I was exposing her to anything more serious than the annoyance a timid child would feel at having to transact business with strangers."

      "I suppose not," said the gentleman; "but it isn't a sort of thing that should be often done. There are all sorts of people in this world, and a little one alone in a crowd is in danger of being trampled upon."

      Mrs. Montgomery's heart answered this with an involuntary pang. He saw the shade that passed over her face, as she said sadly

      "I know it, Sir; and it was with strong unwillingness that I allowed Ellen this morning to do as she had proposed; but in truth I was but making a choice between difficulties. I am very sorry I chose as I did. If you are a father, Sir, you know better than I can tell you, how grateful I am for your kind interference."

      "Say nothing about that, Maam; the less the better. I am an old man, and not good for much now, except to please young people. I think myself best off when I have the best chance to do that. So if you will be so good as to choose that merino, and let Miss Ellen and me go and despatch our business, you will be conferring, and not receiving, a favour. And any other errand that you please to intrust her with, I'll undertake to see her safe through."

      His look and manner obliged Mrs. Montgomery to take him at his word. A very short examination of Ellen's patterns ended in favour of the gray merino; and Ellen was commissioned, not only to get and pay for this, but also to choose a dark dress of the same stuff, and enough of a certain article called nankeen for a coat; Mrs. Montgomery truly opining that the old gentleman's care would do more than see her scathless that it would have some regard to the justness and prudence of her purchases.

      In great glee Ellen set forth again with her new old friend. Her hand was fast in his, and her tongue ran very freely, for her heart was completely opened to him. He seemed as pleased to listen as she was to talk; and by little and little Ellen told him all her history the troubles that had come upon her in consequence of her mother's illness, and her intended journey and prospects.

      That was a happy day to Ellen. They returned to St. Clair and Fleury's bought the gray merino and the nankeen, and a dark brown merino for a dress.

      "Do you want only one of these?" asked the old gentleman.

      "Mamma said only one," said Ellen; "that will last me all the winter."

      "Well," said he, "I think two will be better. Let us have another off the same piece, Mr. Shopman."

      "But I am afraid Mamma won't like it, Sir," said Ellen, gently.

      "Pooh, pooh," said he, "your mother has nothing to do with this; this is my affair." He paid for it accordingly. "Now, Miss Ellen," said he, when they left the store, "have you got anything in the shape of a good warm winter bonnet? for it's precious cold up there in Thirlwall; your pasteboard things won't do; if you don't take good care of your ears, you will lose them some fine frosty day. You must quilt and pad, and all sorts of things, to keep alive and comfortable. So you haven't a hood, eh? Do you think you and I could make out to choose one that your mother would think wasn't quite a fright! Come this way, and let us see. If she don't like it, she can give it away, you know."

      He led the delighted Ellen into a milliner's shop, and after turning over a great many different articles chose her a nice warm hood, or quilted bonnet. It was of dark blue silk, well made and pretty. He saw with great satisfaction that it fitted Ellen well, and would protect her ears nicely; and having paid for it, and ordered it home, he and Ellen sallied forth into the street again. But he wouldn't let her thank him. "It is just the very thing I wanted, Sir," said Ellen; "Mamma was speaking about it the other day, and she did not see how I was ever to get one, because she did not feel at all able to go out, and I could not get one myself; I know she'll like it very much."

      "Would you rather have something for yourself or your mother,

       Ellen, if you could choose, and have but one?"

      "Oh, for Mamma, Sir," said Ellen "a great deal!"

      "Come in here," said he; "let us see if we can find anything she would like."

      It was a grocery store. After looking about a little, the old gentleman ordered sundry pounds of figs and white grapes to be packed up in papers; and being now very near home, he took one parcel and Ellen the other, till they came to the door of Green's Hotel, where he committed both to her care.

      "Won't you come in, Sir?" said Ellen.

      "No," said he, "I can't this time I must go home to dinner."

      "And shan't I see you any more, Sir?" said Ellen, a shade coming over her face, which a minute before had been quite joyous.

      "Well, I don't know," said he, kindly "I hope you will. You shall hear from me again at any rate, I promise you. We've spent one pleasant morning together, haven't we? Good-bye, good-bye."

      Ellen's hands were full, but the old gentleman took them in both his, packages and all, and shook them after a fashion, and again bidding her good-bye, walked away down the street.

      The next morning Ellen and her mother were sitting quietly together, and Ellen had not finished her accustomed reading, when there came a knock at the door. "My old gentleman!" cried Ellen, as she sprung to open it. No there was no old gentleman, but a black man with a brace of beautiful woodcocks in his hand. He bowed very civilly, and said he had been ordered to leave the birds with Miss Montgomery. Ellen, in surprise, took them from him, and likewise a note which he delivered into her hand. Ellen asked from whom the birds came, but with another polite bow the man said the note would inform her, and went away. In great curiosity she carried them and the note to her mother, to whom the latter was directed. It read thus

      "Will Mrs. Montgomery permit an old man to please himself in his own way, by showing his regard for her little daughter, and not feel that he is taking a liberty? The birds are for Miss Ellen."

      "Oh, Mamma!" exclaimed Ellen, jumping with delight, "did you ever see such a dear old gentleman? Now I know what he meant yesterday, when he asked me if I would rather have something for myself or for you. How kind he is! to do just the very thing for me that he knows would give me the most pleasure! Now, Mamma, these birds are mine, you know, and I give them to you. You must pay me a kiss for them, Mamma; they are worth that. Aren't they beauties?"

      "They are very fine, indeed," said Mrs. Montgomery; "this is just the season for woodcock, and these are in beautiful condition."

      "Do you like woodcocks, Mamma?"

      "Yes, very much."

      "Oh, how glad I am!" said Ellen. "I'll ask Sam to have them done very nicely for you, and then you will enjoy them so much."

      The waiter was called, and instructed accordingly, and to him the birds were committed, to be delivered to the care of the cook.

      "Now, Mamma," said Ellen, "I think these birds have made me happy for all day."

      "Then I hope, daughter, they will make you busy for all day. You have ruffles to hem, and the skirts of your dresses to make we need not wait for Miss Rice to do that; and when she comes, you will have to help her, for I can do little. You can't