gure, the voice and movement,
of Phillida Callender. Again and again he crossed Tompkins Square and
walked through Eighth street and Waverley Place with her; and she once
more confronted him across Mrs. Gouverneur's dinner-table.

One result of Millard's meditations was a desire to relieve his
conscience by sharing a little--if ever so little--in the effort to
improve the life of the multitudinous East-siders. To touch them by
personal effort and contact was out of the question; he could not bring
himself to attempt it, nor would it have availed anything, perhaps, if
he had, for the East-siders would have shrunk from his gloves as
instinctively as he did from their work-darkened palms. But there was
the other resort of his check-book. He sent a check the next evening to
the superintendent of the mission. He stated that he remitted this as
assistant cashier of the Bank of Manhadoes on behalf of a gentleman who
did not wish his name known, and requested that the subscription be
announced merely as from "A Well-wisher." One half of the hundred
dollars was to go to the expenses of the coffee-room and the other half
to be appropriated to the library and reading-room.

Now it is not in the nature of things that a hen should see a new egg in
her nest without cackling over it, or that a man in charge of a
benevolent enterprise should have a hundred-dollar check mysteriously
and unexpectedly dropped into his hat without talking about it. Such a
gift smacks of special divine favor, and offers a good theme for an
address calculated to animate those engaged in the work. The very next
Sunday, when the Testaments had been shut up and the lesson papers had
all been put away, Phillida and the others heard from the superintendent
some very inspiriting remarks on the subject of the encouragements which
ought to make them take heart in their work. He wound up, of course, by
telling of this donation from an unknown well-wisher. Had he stopped
there--but what talker to young people would or could have stopped
there? He whisked out the check and showed it, and then the identical
letter from the assistant cashier of the Bank of Manhadoes was held up
before the admiring boys and girls and read aloud to show how modestly
this benevolent well-wisher had hidden his hand.

And thus the only person in the audience from whom Millard had
particularly wished to conceal his agency in the matter knew perfectly
that the anonymous well-wisher was none o