Smyrna times., 1886-02-10
Old SIadger'S Daughter

IL ulguG-D6 Sdlu VI Olu Odll OltNSCL !
that his counting-house was his temple,
his desk was his altar, his ledger was
his Bible and his money was his god
Next to his money he loved his only
child, his daughter Julia.
One could hardly realize that Julia
was his daughter, or even that she bore
the unromantic name of Sladger. She
was beautiful, we'll bred and accom-
plished, and was sweetly winning in
manner.
Old Sam had determined that Julia
should we'd his friend Alderman Choz-
zle, who was worth a mint of money and
would be mayor at no distant day. 1t
was an excellent match from every point
of view except one-Julia's. Julia
would have nothing to do with Chozzle,
much less would she marry him. The
matter was often debated between father
and daughter, if that can be called a
debate, which was all command and low
voiced argument on the one side, and all
tears and silent obstinacy on the other.
Had Chozzle had no favored rival in
the field it is possible the poor girl
might have been bullied into accepting
him. But there was a rival He was
an artist. He was very poor. He was
a complete failure in his profession.
He was exceedingly romantic, and his
name was Vandeleur de We're. Anyone
must see at once that these were quite
| good and sufficient reasons for any young
/ woman falling in love with him. AT any
rate they were quite sufficient for Julia.
At last Chozzle became too much for
Julia, even though she wasn't married
| to him. Her life seemed ell ChOzzle.
Her father served him up at breakfast,
at dinner and between meals At last
this incessant Chozzle diet, as it may be
called, became intolerable. So Julia
went out one fine morning and married
Vandeleur de We're according to pre-
arranged plan.
Now, il there was one man cid Sam
objected to more strongly than another,
it was Vandeleur lie Yer. He branded
him, with fine scOrn, as lone Of them
good for nothing, ascot fellows ~ by
which he was understo / to mean the
great aesthetic brotherhood in general.
When, therefore, he received a letter
from his daughter, putting him in pos
session of the state Of affairs, imploring
forgiveness for herself and "darling
Van, the old mans feelings may, to use
novel phrase, be better imagined,
than described.
In.their rooms in back street, Mr..
and Mrs. Vandeleur de We're awaited
the outraged parents reply with a good
deal of anxiety. They did not expect
that he would come round all qt once
that would be too much bat they did
hope that he would, after his first at Of
passion, accept the inevitable, and his
j son-in-law.
But they were soon undeceived-not
, quite so soon, however, as might have
been supposed, for two days elapsed be-
fore letter made its appearance, bear,
: ing on the cover the stiff, awkward
! writing of Samuel Siadger. When il
did come, the young couple found il
! very brief and to the point 1t wa,
addressed to Mrs. v de Vere and ran
as follows
%MApAM Your favor of the 4th in
slant at hand, ard contents noted AS
you have made your bed, SO must you
and your vagabOnd lie. You have no
broken my heart by your wicked anC
disgraceful conduct, but you have CLOSED
it against You forever. l am man o
nay word that you know well. l cas-
j., you Off; disOwn yOu as a daughter,
forbid you or your NJ. de We're to Sc
foot in my house under any pPetene
whatever, and | tell You now, once 70
all, that you shall never have even on
penny piece, or the value of it, from
d me. 1t will be quite useless to write t.
me, as all your letters will be returne,
unopened. SAMUEL SLADGER.
Writing 90 the obdurate old man unde
the circumstances was certainly fol
lOn hope, but the young people di,
write-more than once, and each tim
the letter was duly returned unopened
To do Julia and her husband justice
!. they bore up under their misfortune
pluckily. Van painted by the percl
rood and acre, but the pictures woul
not sell. By the time all Julia's trinket
had been turned into money, and actuo
etarvation was staring the young coupl
d in the face-for dealers and art shoI
keepers wouldn't even look at poor Van
d productions now--the landlady who wa
}. getting anxious about the rent whic
was rapidly falling in arrears, voluI
teered this-to Julia-very mysterior
pisOe Of advice.
"H you can't sell 'em, and she il
, dicated the blqsLing canvas, 'wiy M
u spout 'em ?"
III beg your pardon, don't quit
= understand" replied Julia, looking
good deal bewildered.
The landlady, in a tone of ili-ooi
cealed pity for her lodger's ignoranc,
:. explained that sporting the picture
meant pledging them at pawbroker
for whatever he could be induced /
lend upon them
B. Julia shrank from tho idea at frs
and Van was indignant when it WI