The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-01-30

hlmSel1-tne respected olauger-lnVOl-
we'd, indirectly in some scandal brought
about by his son in law.
The old man was not happy. But on
this particular evening he was less un-
happy than he had been for consider
able time, for among the guests was one
of the 'nobs' he worshipped.
well, as I was saying remarked the
aristocratic gentleman, continuing a
conversation, there was quite scene.
Regular excitement; everybody upset.
I don't say there was anybody in par
ticular to blame. But scene is thing
Ireally can not stand, and so l have never
been to the house since.
There was murmur of applause at
this very spirited and aristocratic way
of treating the affair, which had hardly
died away when Sladger' face suddenly
became ashy pale.
He listened with feverish eagerness,
for it was something he had heard which
had caused the blood quickly to leave
his cheeks. Yes, there was no mistake.
Tremulous and low at first, but growing
louder and clearer now, woman's voice
singing simple ballad could be heard.
There was nothing much in that to
other hearers, but there was good deal
in it to old Sladger. 1t was his daugh-
ter's voice. Surely he could not be
mistaken. Making some trivial excuse
for going to the window, he raised the
curtains and looked out There before
his very doorstep, was a small crowd
one of those crowds which spring up in
New York as if by magic; and in the
center of it was young woman wrapped
in faded and old black shawl, witt.
patched and shriveled bonnet on her
head. In spite of this it was clear from
her general appearance and the timidity
of her manner that she was not woman
accustomed to get her living by singing
in the streets. Some in the crowd were
sympathetic, others were mirthful, and,
other again, merely looked on and lis
tened, and wondered vaguely.
Old Sam knew her in moment. He
had not mistaken the voice. 1t was his
daughter he saw before him. He look
ed out at her for some moments, unable
to decide how to act. He must not
have a scene, and he must have his
daughter. He cursed himself for having
held out so long. This sort of thing
must be put stop to, at all hazards.
His daughter singing in the streetsl 1t
would certainly come to be known and
talked about. The scandal would be
too great.
Leaving the dining groom with as COM
posed an air as he could assume under
the circumstances, he went quietly to
hall door, opened it and passed out. AS
he did so the song came to an end.
Stepping up to his daughter who looked
at him with steady eyes, he said aloud:
very we'll done, young woman-very
we'll done! You must be tired. Come
in and take little refreshments And
then, in tone that reached only her
ears. For heavens sake, Julia, come
into the house and stop this horrible
masquerading! You'll disgrace me for
ever! Don't hesitate or make a scene.
L wouldn' hdvC a oconC here fOr any
thing. I'll take all back | wrote you.
1 dare say your husbands very good
fellow-in his way. I'll make friends
with him too. You shan't want for
money, either of you.' And so saying,
the old man drew her into the house.
What passed between father and
daughter then, is hardly worth relating,
but a reconciliation must have been
effected, for the young couple and the old
man are now on the friendliest terms.
Strange to relate, Sam has come to be
fond of his son-in-law, for Vandeleur
has made a name as the founder of a
new school of art, by his friends and
admirers called the Mystic, and by his
detractors called the Moonstruck, and
which whatever its claims to considera-
ton, is talked and written about great
deal, and that is the main thing, after
all.
Julia says she has no secrets from her
husband, but, all the same, Vandeleur
has never learned what became of his
and shawl, or how it was that Sam Slad-
gers heart warmed so suddenly to his
runaway daughter and her husband.