Smyrna times., 1875-11-24
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A Marriage Not all of Convenience,

the parlOrs, and reached the luxuriousl,
furnished library on the other side OF tb,
hall, where sat two men clad in broadclotI
and fine linen, lingering nervously pile OF
papers before them, and although these
papers told of gain to one of these men.
and utter irretrevable ruin to the other, it
was difficult to tell which of the two seemed
the saddest and most concerned.
When that laugh fell upon the fathers
ear he started to his feet and looked wildly
about him, then put his hand to his head
as if to shut out the somewhat high treble
of an American girls voice.
Il can't stand it, Cohen,'' he said. Il
wish | was deaf, dumb, blind Cohen, l
wish was deadr'
And yet that voice had been the one
melody of his life. Now that it was trained
and modeied after an approved plan, and
had been said to rival successfully the trill
of a nig' ,.ngale, it sounded not whit
sweeter t.Ian when it first put together the
two syilajies, papa
Bat his companion first heard the light
foot-,tep in the hall, and the rustic of silken
drapyry.
Hush, Winthrop" he said; a hear
Your daughters step; she is coming. Com
pose yourself
The unhappy merchant fell into his chair,
and shaded his eyes with his hand.
light tap at the door followed, and
there entered into that chamber of torture
vision of light and beauty worthy of para
disc. She shone there, that lovely young
woman, for the moment mercifully de-
priving these two men of even the con. |
sciousness of misery. OF what marvellous
compound were the robes she wore and the |
jewels that adorned her they knew not. |
but Madame Jurot would have been soul |
satisfied could she have seen the triumph |
of that one toilet of hers.
Kiss me good-by, papa, said this won
derful creature, putting the tips Of her
gloved fingers on his shoulders, and pressing
her rosy lips on the hot scared forehead of
the merchant. 81 am going to the ball.
you know. Mrs. De Peysters carriage is at
the door. Do look nicc?" she added. and
her papa's face being hid, her eyes fell full
upon the face of his companion, Mr.. Cohen.
which wore so undisguised look of COM
mendau6n that a bright blush arose to her
brow.
The wretched man took his daughter in
his arms without much regard to the fmsv
material that entangied him, and it seemed
to Mr.. Cohen, as he caught a glimpse of Mr..
Winthrop's face, that it wore the look of a
man taking his last caress of a beloved
body. Then the young woman ran lightly
out to the carriage, and the two men sat
down to their papers again.
Mr.. Winthrop gazed upon them hope
lessly, with a pitiably abortiye effort to
CLEAN from the hieroglyphics therein the
old bitter accuracy Of detail, but the figures
swain now before his sight. The one great |
fact, the sum total of ruin, utter and hope
less, took all the shape out of his material
before him, rendering it one heavy, crush !
ing sledge hammer of agony. At midnight ,
Mr.. Cohen babe his friend good-by "Take .
heart, Winthrop he said, " for the sake of i,
your daughter"
1t would be better for her. said the
miserable man, " if / were dead
Then Mr.. Cohen followed Miss Winthrop :
to the De Peyster ball, which he had not !
thought of attending till he had gone on =,
that doleful visit to his friend and all the !,
way there he reyolved over and over in his /
mind a question that had presented itself :,
to him in hundred different shapes, but :,
now for the first time took an answerable !,
form. His face remained pail and grave =
even in the midst Of the scene of luxurious
festivity that had taxed the brains of the
best adorning and culinary artists in the d.
i
Many an obsequious and reverential o
glance followed him as he made his way r
through the crowded rooms for this II
company had assembled there to 5,
10 honor to the great idol, Mammon, and o
leld in distinguished consideration the sue r,
'essful fnancier, Mr.. Cohen. n
At last he saw Miss Josephine, and a.
ancied that a shadow rested upon her Il
face. /,
1t was no fault of Miss Josephine Win II
hrop's that she had been born with the
golden spoon, 50 that it affected -
the palate of this beautiful young il
woman of fashion, or that although, as be- m
looved one of the fairest of EYES daugh- Il
ers, she was romantic and sentimental, it N
never occurred to her to call wooden la c.
lie by any other name.
When she refused partner after partner g
or the German that night, it began to be C
already whispered about that she was wait b.
ng for the Baron Wagner, and that he was m
unusually late at the ball and there were II
mysterious winks and hints, and a good h
ieal of sly satire in the bright eyes that had h
ong looked with envy upon the huge bou- re
Iuets which so gaudily betrayed the taste of in
he secretary of legation. Sc
How hateful and mercenary those for fiji
lnnQre ara ~ said Miss Csadfrav 90 I've M | M