Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1874-05-21

Portable at once. There is delightful
bathing, rowing, sailing and fishing in
the lake itself, and the shady groves that
line its shores are cool and green
and mysterious, and suggestive of
dryads and nymphs and fairies and
things. That is, if you happen to be OF
poetic turn of mind; if not, they only sug
gest tlirtations.
| will not further expatiate upon the
delights of Happy Valley lest it should
| be tancled that | have lots for sale in the
vicinity, whereas | have none anywhere
not even burial lot; and that | believe
is the common lot of all. Neither did
Cora Depeyster have any real estate to
dispose of, but she thought Just as | do
and passed much of the time every sum
mer IN the fair demesnes that lie smiling
ly adjacent to the Happy Valley Pavilion
Notwithstanding the round of pleasures
in which she every summer took prom
inent part she could not stitie her inward
and continuous yearning for the music of
a princely voice, the glance of devotion
from princely eyes, the touch of princely
hand III the dance, and the sweet envy of
all maidens who had to go princeless
through life. She sighed great deal,
and began to think the great world a
cold, hard, unromantic sort of an arrange
ment.
OF course you and l know better. |
never wrote romance yet half so wonder
full as the simplest life would make were
1t truly told. 1t seeems easy, but you try
it once!
Though there was no prince among the
Pavilion boarders there was a poet.
Arthur Bayne was there. 1t is barely
possible that Cora might have fallen in
love with him; there is something very
sine and hylalutin-pardon the express
sion-in young lady's idea of poet.
But then Arthur Bayne was altogether
different from her ideal. He knew the
world too well to believe in its hollow
ness. He had found it in fact very
round, hard and stubborn sort of thing. l
notice that men who have really been
shaken up bit in the merry goround we
call life are not inclined to preserve the
outside show of sentimentalism to any
great extent. We all start off some time
or another with our long hair, our turn
down collars, our sable suits, our brigand
hats and our little hidden sorrows; but
when we have cut our eye teeth and
learned something about other folks
trouble we always come back to reason to
plaid neckties, to stove.pipe hats and the
barber
Arthur was too matter-offact for Cora
and she too sentimental for him from any
hymeneal point of view, yet they some
how became very excellent and very init
mate friends. One evening they sat on
the shore of the little lake together. Cora
was gazing at the moon, of course. She
was one of that kind. She had been tell
ing Arthur what kind of hero she had
imagined for her heart-history, and de-
scribed the prince, with his melting eyes
and musical voice, his generous nature
and magnificent air, his mild, melancholy
and inexhaustible affection, his ire
proaclable morals and aristocratic birth.
Arthur listened with due gravity until she
had finished.
why don't you take me?" he asked.
am not very rich, but then poverty is
romantic | can't play the guitar; but /
know fellow who is splendid on the
banjo. As for fine antique family, my
father was Mr.. Bayne, son of Old Bayne;
| believe he never went to State prison"
"Now, Arthur, you are too bad! You
make fun of everything"
" Well, to be serious, child, you'll never
find your prince"
"And why not?'
because they don't make 'em. Most
men are tolerably human, and humanity
is not perfection. If man has no other
snail vices he is sure to use tobacco,
write poetry or keep a dog. We are fair,
but frail, we men,"
"Ah, Mr.. Baynel what a world it is /!
| wish there might be some place where
one might go and hide away and dream
in peace"
There is; anl l am going there now.
| refer to my bed"
The next morning the bellies of Happy
Valley were in a twitter. The late train
the nj ght before had brought new young
man, and young men were not a drug
at the Pavilion. The newcomer had
taken the finest suite in the establishment,
and great pile of trunks with his mi
tails stood in the vestibule, where they
were jealousy regarded by the other
Young men, heartbroken with the con
seriousness of possessing but a single
trunk, and that, perhaps, a small one.
When it became known that the
unknown was really on the piazza,
smoking a cigar, all sorts of dip
lomatic maneuvers were resorted to
to get fair sight of him on the
part of the young ladies. Cora Depeyster
denounced il as an exhibition of brazen
ill-breeding in others. AS for herself, she
only stood at her window, which com
manded the piazza, and scrutinized him
through an opera-giass.
Montgomery Smythe--for such was the
name which appeared on the register-in
three days time found himself a fayorite
with the ladies. He was of the cOnvcn-
tional type of magni6cence-the black
haired, black.eyed, red-cheeked style, with
small feet, dyed mustache and eye
rlassns In the matter of Scarfs and neck.