"My daughter!" exclaimed he, with deep emotion, as he sprang towards her.
CHAPTER X.
IN WHICH PHIL VISITS PARADISE, AND FIRES AT AN INDIAN.
Ella raised the torch, and gazed earnestly into the face of Mr. Mellowtone.
"Father!" exclaimed she, springing into his arms.
I took the torch from her hand, utterly confounded by the scene. I could not see how Mr. Mellowtone could be the father of Miss Gracewood, for I knew enough of the customs of society to be aware that the daughter bore the parent's name. They wept and sobbed in each other's arms, and I was so touched that I could not help crying, too.
"You are but little changed, Ella," said the father. "Only a little taller."
He stepped back and gazed at her, as if to note the change which time had wrought in her.
"And you don't look any older than when we parted; how well I remember it!" replied Ella, her pretty face lighted up with joy. "Only your clothes are different."