The Wide, Wide World. Warner Susan

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he had some safe means of revenge, and obliged to come to the conclusion that none was within his reach, and that he must stomach his indignity in the best manner he could. But Ellen and her protector went forth most joyously together from the store.

      "Do you live far from here?" asked the old gentleman.

      "Oh, no, Sir," said Ellen, "not very; it's only at Green's

       Hotel, in Southing-street."

      "I'll go with you," said he; "and when your mother has decided which merino she will have, we'll come right back and get it. I do not want to trust you again to the mercy of that saucy clerk."

      "Oh, thank you, Sir!" said Ellen, "that is just what I was afraid of. But I shall be giving you a great deal of trouble, Sir," she added, in another tone.

      "No, you won't," said the old gentleman; "I can't be troubled, so you needn't say anything about that."

      They went gaily along Ellen's heart about five times as light as the one with which she had travelled that very road a little while before. Her old friend was in a very cheerful mood, too, for he assured Ellen, laughingly, that it was of no manner of use for her to be in a hurry, for he could not possibly set off and skip to Green's Hotel, as she seemed inclined to do. They got there at last. Ellen showed the old gentleman into the parlour, and ran up stairs in great haste to her mother. But in a few minutes she came down again, with a very April face, for smiles were playing in every feature, while the tears were yet wet upon her cheeks.

      "Mamma hopes you'll take the trouble, Sir, to come up stairs," she said, seizing his hand; "she wants to thank you herself, Sir."

      "It is not necessary," said the old gentleman "it is not necessary at all;" but he followed his little conductor, nevertheless, to the door of her mother's room, into which she ushered him with great satisfaction.

      Mrs. 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

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