The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-02-05
HIDDEN IN THE MULTITUDE.
An Illustration of the Fact that Big Town
Is Without Rival as Secret-Keeper.

NEW YORK, Feb 3.-There many places
where man can lose himself to the rest Of the
world, but in none he do it better than by
staying right here in New York There was
Isador Cohnfeld, the prince of feather mer-
chants. While stopping at the Grand Union,
recently, was informed by one of his friends
that Cohnfeld was there. That was before the
papers had discovered that ne was back to set
tie with his creditors, and [ was Inclined to
doubt the information But it proved true, not
only was Cohneeld there, but he had been there
for week past, and the omnipresent reporter
was none the wiser for it. Even
the clerk didn't know it, and he
wouldn't have told anybody if he had.
Cohnfeld, a well-known Now Yorker, watched
for by reporters and detectives, had not only
been staying at this hotel. but learned that he
had corae from Canada three times to see his
two pretty daughters, whom he worships. had
taken dinner with them, stayed In hotel over
night and calmly journeyed back again to Cana
da the next day. He and his daughters COVER
ness had come down from tho other side OF the
line unobserved and had made all arrangements
for placing the girls at private school, yet,
with rewards plentiful for his head. so to speak.
he was not caught. And the girls-until this
day don't believe their schoolmates have the
faintest suspicion of who they are. 1t
is little wonder that Cohnfeld not
recognized 1 him that night at
the Grand Union, Before his failure
he wore sharp goatee, natty mustache, was
large and prosperous looking. and his eye
sparkled and bis head was held as high as a
race horses That night he looked haggard, his
goatee was cut rounding. his mustache dropped
dejectedly, aud he was no more the proud. high
stepping, prosperous millionaire of a few weeks
before than l au-and am poor as church
mouse and out at the elbows.
But the point started co make was that
Cohnfeld could so calmly visit the town and
stay at prominent hotel, with squads of detect
ives over at the Grand Central depot. and no one
the wiser for it. The reporters learn good
deal. but they didn't catch that. Neither did
they hear of pretty little scandal in high So
ciety circles recenrly-ncthng moro nor less
than an elopement and marriage at one of our
most fashionable girls schools-and that too
with the venerable principal of the establishment
officiating at the ceremony. Dr. = keeps
the school Fifth avenue. He has a
vivacious daughter who is the wife OF New
Haven journalist, and who was at the time
spending the holidays at home. Among her
friends was pretty young girl, the daughter of
staid and stolid parents on Lexington avenue.
She loved a young Brooklyn lawyer. He loved
her. Her parents objected to her loving him.
They also objected to his loving her. The vi
vacious daughter of the solemn old principal of
the FIfth-avenue school did neither She a
friend of the Lexington avenue girl, and she
wanted some excitement. She was dying of
ennui. so she suggested elopement TO her girl
friend But where could they gof Who would
marry theml
Who but papap
And papa did He had no idea that the blush
ing couple his vivacious daughter led into his
study were elopers and the vivacious daughter
didn't unburden her thoughts to him. He mar
ried the Brooklyn lawyer and the Lexington
avenue girl. The next day he didn't come down
to lunch He had headache. And we'll he
might have. The Lexington avenue father had
come down on him like thousand
of brick. He had threatened to expose
the thing. TO break the Doctors
school, to give it all to the PAPERS But he
didn't. He remembered that his own name
would be involved, too. And all that came of
1t was that the vivacious young married daugh-
of the solemn old Doctor returned hastily to
her home in New Haven until the storm should
blow over, and two families lost many nights of
sleep in dreaming that it had ''al come out in
the papers" The Brooklyn lawyer and his
bride are happy. LAWRENCE S. MOTT.