Middletown transcript., 1877-09-15

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s'now' and bGs yesterday" is the
motto of Parvenudom. Ask not who
people were, but who they are. So
the former coachman was hidden I'M
der the hammer-cloth of the present
rich junior partner.
Mrs. shindley was now fairly launch
ed on the fashionable tide Of upper
tendon life and expenditure. Her first
son was christened Frederick Morti-
more de Lislie Shindleyl In the
course of time, an infant daughter was
baptized Elenor Julia Louise Shindley.
So Mr.. shindley as years rolled on,
begat sons and daughters, and increas-
ed in wealth. His senior partner at
length retired, erich enough and left
the house, with all its commercial re-
sources, solely in the junior partners
hands.
Mr.. Shlndley grew richer, and began
to grow gray. His sons and daughters
began to grow up like olive plants
about his table. Mrs. Shindley was
fully imbued with all the elements of
tondom. Her sons had French, and
dancing, and boxing, and fencing mas
ters; and her daughters all but the
boxing and fencing. The young gen
tlemen were educated to understand
and feel that father was rich, and that
they must keep up the honor Of the
house. The daughters were not be-
hind the sons one whit. And even
Mr.. Shindley began to lessen the mania
for getting money, to see how aristo-
cratically his wife and children spent
it. He felt that he was every year
growing richer, and that they could
not run him dry, and so he began to
enter into the high life, and even to
give dinners. Mr.. Shindley was but a
man. He was human nature. He
was only flesh and blood indeed, we
may say that he was dust, and, there
fore, frail Mr.. Shindley, therefore,
sent his two sons to college at four
thousand dollars a year including
tutors fees, postage and cigars, to say
nothing Of the college bills for tuition
and board which were extra. He sent
his two daughters to Troy, at one thou
sand dollars year including tuition
and flights"
At length the head of Mr.. ShindIey
grew gray. Mrs. Shindley had become
portly and rouged. Frederick Morti-
more was the lion des 5easGr of Broad
way, and Clarence Lafayette, his
brother, drove the fastest nag on Third
Avenue, and his father gave him the
whole of one story of four rooms to en-
terrain his friends, like an English
noble. Miss Elenor Julia was belle,
fortune in prospective and toast.
Miss Isabel Cornelia de Coursey Shind-
ley, her younger sister, was a superb
singer, piano player and Airt. They
were all four so well educated that
they quite saw through the fogies'
(pa's and mas ignorance and primi-
tive vulgarity, and ceased to obey or
respect them. Mr.. Shindley felt quite
his original inferiority in the presence.
of his fashionable daughters, and was
afraid they should know he had once
bowed a cow-horn on his daddy's
gate-post while Mrs. Shindley felt
nervous lest her superb and lordly-
looking sons, with there fine coats, pat
ent feathers, moustaches and great airs,
should suspect that she had once made
breeches at two shillings a pair, in
William street. Young America ruled
the great rich house in Broadway,
while old America supplied the funds
to keep up the style in which they had
brought up young America to live.
One day the two young men now of
twenty-five and twenty-four respective
ly, proposed to their father that their.
name, as twas, was exceedingly "lOw,"
and that it should be restored TO its
original purity.
"And what is that Mortimore my
SOM
"ChandleurI This is no doubt, the
Ithas been corrupt
ed. For my part, mean to sink the
and write Chandleur. I have
no question but we are French. I have
been taken for a Frenchman. Doubt
less, we come Of noble family"
Now Mr.. Mortimore Courtney had
no knowledge Of the gate post and COW
horn nor Of the pill boxes and hackney
coach. Children, often happily, wicked
and malicious as the world is, remain
in ignorance of parental histories.
Frederick Mortimore considered his
family aristocratic; for he had been
in afluence, raised with all the sur
roundings of wealth, and the shadow
Of the gate post and COW horn had
never crossed his rosy path.
At length Richard Shindley, Esq,
1--WE beg pardon-Richard Chandleur,
ESQ., was gathered to his fathers, and
in due time his wife followed, and
monuments ofwhite marble