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Hard as it is, it is not so terrible as the thought that the poor boy died for me and mine, and that I can never make the acknowledgment which his heroic self-sacrifice deserves. It would have been heroic in any man, but in him whom I had treated with such bitter scorn and enmity How can I meet Ella's eyes again! Oh, I fear, I fear all this will destroy her!"
If you did, you are more fortunate than we were; and he came all the way home with us, too, leading Ella's pony; and besides that, we met him in the street this morning." "His name," returned Mary, "is Stuart, and he lives in Boston, I believe." "Stuart, Stuart, " repeated Ella; "I never heard Lizzie Upton, or the Lincolns, mention the Stuarts, but perhaps they have recently removed to the city.
Lizzie Upton, who was also there, looked at her in astonishment, and then said, "Why, Ella, isn't that your sister?" "My sister? I don't know. Where?" returned Ella. Mary laughed, and then Ella, facing about, exclaimed, "Why, Mary, you here? I forgot that you were going this morning." Before Mary could reply. Sally Furbush arose, and passed her hand carefully over Ella's head.
It was wide enough now to admit of entry, and through the opening there sidled, pale and red-eyed, Ella's mother, looking so frail and feeble and so ruffled and disturbed she reminded Rupert irresistibly of a frightened hen.
Fresh, clean linen was put upon the pillows, while Ella's tangled curls were carefully brushed and tucked under her tasteful cap, and then for the first time Dora took the baby upon her lap. It was a little thing, but very beautiful to the young mother, and beautiful, too, to Dora, when she learned that its name was "Fannie."
"Your Aunt Allen is very rich, is she not?" "I believe so. Why? You look very serious. I neither respect nor love her for her riches; and I haven't seen her these ten years." He looked sober and abstracted; but when I spoke, he smiled a little. "Do you remember Ella's chapter on Old China?" said he, sitting down on the sofa, and I don't mind saying putting one arm round my waist. "Yes, why?"
The incident of Ella's fright agitated him much, for the occurrences of this real world were to him all tinged with the supernatural; but he looked again at the heavens, and the mild lustre of the star was reflected in his eyes; he leaned upon my arm, and we passed onward. I knew not then that his dark spirit felt the sunbeams which illumined mine own.
Had it been pinched? But she was safe enough, the police would never stop a smart young lady in a motor-car, except on very strong evidence." "Perhaps not," agreed Deede Dawson. "That's one reason why Ella's so useful.
Ella's eager face blanched deadly white at the horrifying spectacle I presented as I lay prone at her feet, but her evident alarm quickly vanished upon my assurance that I was absolutely unhurt. "Now, lad," said Bob, "give an old friend a shake of your flipper. I'm right down glad to see ye well and hearty, my dear boy," he continued, with strong emotion.
"Now there's Ella, for instance," continued the Traveling Salesman thoughtfully. "Ella's a traveling man, too. Sells shotguns up through the Aroostook. Yes, shotguns! Funny, ain't it, and me selling undervests? Ella's an awful smart girl. Good as gold. But cheeky? Oh, my!
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