The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-07-03
FREMONT sANDUSKY COUNTY, OHIO: FRIDAY JULY 8 1874

unromantic sort of an arrangement
! Of course you and I know better
never wrote romance half so won
derful as the simplest life Woul,
make were it truly told. The onIv
trouble is that the simplest life can
not be told. Itseems easy but VOL
/ try it once.
| Though there was no princr
among the Pavilion boarders, Their
was poet. Arthur Bayne was there
It is barely possible that Cora nigh
have fallen in love with him; tnerr
is something very fine and hyfalu
tin-paTdon the expression-in
girls ideas of a poet. But then Ar
thur Bayne was altogether diferen
from her ideal. He knew the Worl(
too well to believe in its hollowness
He had found it in fact to be a very
round, hard and stubborn sort Of
thing. Inotice that men who have
really been shaken up bit in the
merry go-around we call life, are
not apt to preserve the outside show
of sentimentalism to any great ex-
tent. We all start of, some time OF
another, with our long hair, oul
turn-doWn collars, our sable suits
our brigand hats, and our little hid
den sorrows; but when we have cut
our eye-teeth, and learned something
about the troubles of other folks
we always come back to reason, to
plaid neck-ties, to stove pipe hats
and the barber.
Arthur was too matter of fact fol
Cora and she too sentimental fo1
him from any hymenial point Of
view, yet they somehow became very
excellent and very intimate friends,
One evening they sat on the shore
of the little lake together. Cors
was gazing at the moon, of course
She was telling Arthur what kind OF
a hero she had imagined for her
heart history, and describing the
prince with his melting eyes and
musical voice, his generous nature
and magnificent air, his mild, melan-
choly and inexhaustible affection,
his irreproachable morals and his
aristocratic birth. Arthur listened
with gravity until she had finished
"Why don't you take me?" he
asked. II am not very rich but
then poverty is romantic. 1 cant
play the guitar, but l know a fel
low who is splendid on the banjo
As for a fine antique family, my
father was Mr. Bayne, son Of Old
Bayne. I believe he never went to
the State Prison.
"Now, Arthur, you are too bad
you make fun of everything"
swell, to be serious, child, you
will never find your prince"
"And why not?"
"Becaure they don't make 'em
Most men are tolerably human, ane
humanity is not perfection. If s
man has no other small vices he i!
sure to chew tobacco, write poetry
or keep a dog, We are fair bur
frail, we men.
"Ah, Mr.. Bayne, what o world il
is! / wish there might be some
place where one might go and hid
away and dream in peace"
"There is; 1 am going there now
l refer to my bed"
The next morning the bellies 0
Happy Valley were in a tWitter. Th'
late train the night before haC
brought a young man, and youns
men were not a drug at the Pavil
Ilion. The newcomer had taken th'
finest SUIT in the establishment, anC
a great pile of trunks with his in
| litial stood in the vestibule, where
they were jealously regarded by the
other young men, heartbroken will
the consciousness Of possessing bu
single trunk, and that, perhaps, {
small one. When it became know1
that the unknown was really on the
piazza, smoking a cigar, all sorts o
diplomatic manoeuVers were resOrteC
to to get a fair sight of him on the
part of the young ladies. Cora De
peyster declared it to be piece o.
brazen breeding on the part o.
others. As for herself, she only
stood at her window, which com
manded the piazza, and scrutinized
him through an opera-glass.
Montgomery Smytbe-fOr sucf
was the name which appeared OF
the register-in three days time
found himself f&Yorite with the la
dies. He was of the conventional
ltype of magnifcence-the blacE
haired, black eyed, red checked
Istyle, With small feet, dyed nous
tache, and eye glasses. In the mat
| ter of scarfs and neckties, with tn
Iieweled pin thereunto devoted, h
was truly gorgeous. If a man ha
the least taint of vulgarity let hin
| beware of his neck. Too much tho
racic ruins one.
A great change came over Cora
She was sad and gay by fits; irrita
BILE, changeable and incomprehensi
BILE. There was no use of Wastini
time about it. She was in love. He
! Iprince had come.
AS the days wore on this rega
person developed. He gave supper
| in his room to the young blOodf
and organized picnic parties in tn
woods thereabout, that made tn
bellies of the Pavilion quite misera
BILE with happiness. To Cora's ia
tense delight he made her the cen
trail figure in these last charmin
affairs, and held profound consults
tions with her concerning the details
They thus became associated to
: certain degree before the public ey,
and when rumor whispered an er
! gagement, Cora did little more tina
: blush and stammer a denial tbs
sounded ever so much like q confil
, nation.
, She gave herself up to sort of
) blind alteration of Montgomer
: Smythe. She made a prince of hin
+, first, and put all her faith in bin
!. afterward. He told her Of his ancieI
= family; of his late father, Judg
: Dewey, twice United States Senate
and son Of Commodore Smythe,
4 the war 1912. The Commodore
t father, he said, was General Smyth
s of Revolutionary fame. and brotht
/ L. Cnrnrnnr Grnuthn Of one of I'll