Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-02-04

ture at all, and the young people were
getting terribly anxious about the fu-
ture p
wan, 1ear,' said julia, for the thou
sandth time, I'VE must have money
somehow. I'm getting desperate.
wish, oh. how I wish I could earn
some? But what can l do? i was
never taught anything useful. can
play decently, it's true, and l can sing
that's one thing can do really well.
But where can sing2 l have never
sung in public. / have no recommen-
dations nor introductious. shall
never make anything by singing.
I'm afraid your right. darling said
her husband, gloomily; as he clinked
the few half dollars remaining in his
pocket. You could never make a pu'
bile appearance unless and here he
smiled at the qualntness of the idea
unless you make it in the public
streets like that girl we saw with
crowd round her the other night don't
you know2 How delighted your amia'
BILE parent--confound him--would be
if he knew it. Wonder what he'd dop
All that day Julia was exceedingly
quiet and thoughtful.
evan, DEAR" said Julia, suddenly,
when they had been sitting talking for
some time after tea, "l'm gong out. !"
'All right said Van, I'm ready.
Where do you wantto goT
ooh, not far! There are several lit
tie things to buy. | can get them
quite as we'll by myself. You needn't
come
.Needn' t come! But don't like
your going out alone at night, dear,
Beside, why should you go a.oneT
For won.an's reason. Because l
want to. Now, don't be angry, Van.
You must let me have my own way.
l won't come to any harm, | promise
YOU And Van gave in, of course.
Julia walked rapidly, looking Meth,
er to the right nor left. She feared
if she proceeded slowly, or hesitated,
the courage to carry out the resolution
she had made might ooze away.
At last she arrived near her fathers
house, handsome corner building. 1t
was about 9 o'clock, and old Sam and
his guests, for he was giving a dinner
party, were IN the brilliantly lighted
dining room.
Sam Sladger had changed a good
deal since his daughters departure
from home. He looked aged and
haggard. He missed her sorely and
yearned to have her back with him;
but he had stuck stubbornly to his de-
termination to have nothing further
to do with her.
The old man then, was not happy, but
on this particular evening he was less
unpappy than he had been for con-
siderable time, for among the guests
was one of the mob he worshipped.
We'll, as l was saying, remarked
the aristocratic gentleman, continuing
a conversation, there was quite a
scene. Regular excitement, every
body upset. l don't say there was any
body in particular to blame. But a
scene is thing I really can not stand
and so I've never been to the house
since
There was murmur of applause at
this very spirited and aristocratic way
of treating the affair, which had hard
ly died away when Sladger's face sud
denly became ashy pale.
He hurriedly drank a glass of wine,
and listened with feverish eagerness,
for it was something he had heard
which had caused the blood quickly tc
leave his cheeks. Yes, there no mis-
take Tremulous and low at first, but
growing louder and clearer now, q
woman's voice singing a simple bal
lard 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
daughters voice. Surely he could moi
be mistaken. Making some trivia
excuse for going to the window, he
raised the curtains and looked out
There, before his very doorstep, was
small crowd; one of those crowds
which spring up in New York as if by
magic ;and the center Of it was young
woman wrapped in a faded and ole
black shawl, with patched and shriv
eled bonnet on her head.
Old Sam knew her in moment. HI
, had not mistaken the voice. 1t wa'
his daughter he saw before him. HI
looked out at her for some moments
unable to decide how to act. He mus
not have scene, and he must have
his daughter. He cursed himsef fol
having held out SO long. This sort o.
thing must be put a stop to at all haz
ards. His daughter singing in the
streets! It would certainly come to bt
known and talked about. The scanda
would be too great.
i Leaving the dining room with a'
composed an air as he could assume
under the circumstances, he wen
quietly to the hall door, opened it anc
passed out. AS he did so the song came
to an end. Stepping up to his daugh
ter who looked at him with steady