Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1907-07-12
A ROMANCE OF
QUAKER CITY
That Drove Its Social Lead
er Into Retirement.
RECALLED BY RECENT DEATH.
DR.. CadwaIader. Finding His Pretty
Irish House Maid Carful of His Brio
a-baC Married Her as a Treas
urer.- SOCietyS War Drove
Them to London Where
He Died.
RECALLED BY RECENT DEATH.

He Died.
Philadelphia, Pa, July 11.-When
the ashes of DIR. Charles E. Cad
walader, leader of Philadelphia fash
ion ten years ago, famous scientist,
author, soldier, and art connoisseur,
were buried with military honors in
old Christ churchyard, after haying
been lost for three days in New York's
custom house, his family, proudest of
Philadelphia old aristocracy, took
extraordinary precautions to prevent
Mrs. Cadwalader, the widow, from
coming unexpectedly to the church.
All is part of one of the most sensa-
tional social wars that ever ragged in
the East. and one of the most curious
and tragic romances since that of King
Cophetua and his beggar maid.
DIR. Cadwalader married his house
maid, Mary Bridget Ryan, of Irish
peasant origin. He married her, he
said, because she had such beautiful
hands and because in her three years
service for him she never broke a cup
of his valuable china, never nicked a
eurlo, and never injured a single one
of the delicate scientific instruments
with which he carried on his researchs
Raised Social Storm.
Social chieftain that he was, of a
family that held the purity ofits stock
almost before it's religion, this marri-
age of DR.. Cadwalader caused storm
in Philadelphia society the equal of
which has never yet been seen.
Renowned by his family, ostracised
by the society of which he had been
absolute ruler, the old scientist (he
was fifty seven when he espoused the
Irish maid who was then only twenty
fought for FIVE years the bitterest kind
of battle to win social recognition for
his wife.
The battle makes one of the saddest
merriest, most curious, and tragic
pages in Philadelphia history.
Failing in his fight, he threw his last
defiance down at the feet of his old
clan, and with his wife went into exile
in London.
There two years later a son was born
to him. In March the son died. DR..
Cadwalader lived only three months
after and died from broken heart.
If Mrs. Cadwalader carries out the
commands of the old leader there will
be inaugurated when she reaches Phil
adelphia one of the bitterest social
wars ever known. At least, there will
be an explosion and some pretty de-
tails concerning the spiriting away
of the ashes. 1t may be, of course,
that the widow will decide to return
and live in the great house in Prince
| of Wales Gardens that DIR. Cadwala
der made palace for her.
But this is not likely. Instead it
will be war.
Love Came Through 5ric-a-bEac.
| 1t was through pride to his collection
and his bric-a- brac that DR.. Cad
walader's romantic love for his house
keeper was born. Mary Bridget Ryan,
natiye-born Irish girl, of sunny dis
position any ROSY cheeks, came into
| the mansion as housemaid.
Mary Bridget Ryan was then only
seventeen. 1t is doubtful whether she
could ever read or write. Neverthe-
less, in two years she had studied so
hard that she could have passed bet
ter examination than many of DR..
Cadwalader's own kind.
1t is not known just when Or. Cad
walader first noticed his housemaid's
beautiful hands, but in the spring of
1902 society was Mortified by the an
nouncement that their chief was about
to take Mary Bridget as his wife.
Mary Bridget Ryan, now Mrs. Cad
walader, welcomed society with digni-
ty and hearty handshakes. Society
sneered and laughed, One daring one
had the impudence TO wish the bride
long happiness and to add, ABe careful
and break nothing, Bridget
After the reception the war was on.
Society came no longer to the Fourth
street mansion.
AT the New Years Day following
the wedding not carriage rolled up to
the Cadwalader doors.
From Highways and 5yways.
For five years the old aristocrat
fought, and then he threw open his
house at one last reception to the plain
people. Politician, poor slum dwell
lers, anybody who would come, were
welcome. They drank of the famous
Cadwalader punch and exclaimed at
the Cadwalader collections, Mrs. Cad
walader received them.