The Late • Daddy 'We rtheimee. , A curious character died last week. ThiS • was the venerable 'Daddy , grandsiro of tho notorious Isidor (Ladyv Clancarty's champion), and founder of the , great Bond-sfcreet firm of picture and. bric-a-brac dealers. ' Daddy' was a Polish- Jew, and originally (so the legend runs) , begged his way to England, arriving bare- , headed, barefooted, and with empty pockets* and stomach. He had neither trade nor ; odacation, but he possessed his race's eye for value and capacity for ' Daddy ' started at the East End, making imitation brass work, and in a short time' became known as the man who could re- , producecertain sorts of rare old curios so per-* fectly that even experts often mistook them {or the real thing. This peculiar trade* brought Wertheimer money and the longing; for outward respectability. He gradually* dropped dealing solely in bastard curios* (though he has always a good few for the benefit of American and colonial* , ; greenhorns) and went in for buying aniLj selling the genuine bric-a-brac. How the* old fellow acquired his wonderful know--; ledge no one knows. Ho could read nor write nor add up (save after lais? own methods) a column of figures, but th&<, man or woman who could beat him at »■■ bargain never existed. Attired like a seedy/ bagman, Sol Wertheimer drifted hither ands thither apparently aimlessly, but always with some good deal in hia watery,:, beery eye. Though the old Jew* would never epend sixpence on him-? self, his family and belongings cOßbff him thousands. For Isidor 'Dad' hadf what he called a melancholic weakness.}- Occasionally the old fellow allowed himself? the relaxation of an evening absonie' theatre, going in (needless to say) with an order. One night Isidor was ' swelling ' a<l the Trocadero with Lord Dunlo and some ' other emart Pelicans, when he became pain-t fully conscious of tho advent of afrousy old; Hebrew in a greasy skull cap, rag-bag? clothes and steel spectacles. It was his; grandsire, and making straight for their?" party. A malicious smilo played on the old> man's lips. He evidently meant to'give 5 , them away' (Master Isidor thought) to the*, whole house. Not a bit of it. placidly enjoyed his grandson's misery fort a moment or two, Wertheimer quietly;, moved off, and presently disappeared intov tho buffet. 