The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-05-14

Because they don't make 'em. Most
men are tolerably human, and humanity
is not perfection. If man has no other
small vices he is sure to chew tobacco,
write poetry, or keep dog. We are fair
but frail, we men,"
"Ah, Mr.. Bayne, what a world it is |
I wish there might be some place where
one might go and hide away and dream
in peace"
"There is; and I am going there now.
/ refer to my bed"
The next morning the bellies of Happy
Valley were in twitter. The late train
the night before had brought new young
man, and young men were not drug at
the Pavilion. The newcomer had taken
the finest suite in the establishment, and
great pile of trunks with his initial
stood in the vestibule, where they were
jealously regarded by the other young
men, heartbroken with the consciousness
of possessing but single trunk, and that,
perhaps small one. When it became
known that the unknown was really on
the piazza, smokiagae cigar, all sorts Of
diplomatic man6 we're resorted to
to get a fae sig mi the part of
tas sssSsss ssss1Ss Is. u l!'.S,.ss: Stsa ss:
ing in otheM As for herself, she only
stood at her window, which commanded
the piazza, and scrutinized him through
an opera-glass.
Montgomery Smythe-for such was the
name which appeared on the register-in
three days time found himself favorite
with the ladies. He was of the conven-
tional type of magnifcence-the black
haired, black-eyed, red-cheeked style, with
small feet, dyed moustache, and eye
glasses. Iu the matter of scarfs and
neck-ties, with the jewelled pins thereto
devoted, he was truly gorgeous. If man
has the least taint Of vulgarity let him
beware of his neck. Too much thoracic
decoration ruins one.
A great change came over Cora. She
was sad and gay by fits; irritable, change
able and incomprehensible. There was
no use wasting time about it. She was
in love. Her prince had come.
AS the days wore on this regal person
developed. He gave suppers in his room
to the young bloods, and organized pic
mic parties in the woods thereabout, which
made the bellies of the Pavilion quite
miserable with happiness. To Cora's in
tense delight he made her in some sort
the central figure in these last charming
affairs, and held profound consultations
with her concerning the details They
thus became associated in certain degree
before the public eye, and when rumor
whispered an engagement Cora did little
more than blush and stammer a denial
that sounded ever so much like q con-
frmatiOn.
She gave herself up to a sort Of blind
alteration of Montgomery Smythe. She
made a prince of him first, and put all
her trust in him afterwards. He told her
of his ancient family; Of his late father,
Judge Dewey, twice United States Sena-
tor, and son of Commodore Smythe, of
the War of 1872. The Commodore's faith
er, he said, was General Smythe, of Rev.
fame, and brother to Governor
of one of the colonies under
George III. He talked of the magnifi-
cent old country-seat his father had left
him, with its picture-gallery full of the
portraits Of the old worthless just men,
toned and their wives; all uniforms and
bracades and gold braid and laces; of the
long drawing-rooms, the grand dining
hall, the library, the grounds-all in true
style, till Cora, rich and luxu-
riously reared as she was, began to look
up to him as a being of an altogether
different and higher sphere.
One day they took walk in the grove
in the rear of the Pavilion. 1t was the
closing up of the season, and the next
day there was to be general exodus of
the Happy Valley boarders to their homes.
Cora felt that the decisive moment had
arrived; and it had. The hitherto pent-
up devotion of Montgomery Smythe found
vent at last in declaration and propo-
,ition. He vowed his love in perfectly
princely style, and having been accepted
with q good many bushes and tears, Just
as is the case in all well-written novels,
he informed her that letters just received
from his confidential agent in Europe
him to start Immediately for
Paris, and urged her to marry him at
once without waiting to go through the
form of asking the permission OF her
yrandsire or consulting her friends. Was
ne not Montgomery Smythe? and who
,ould possibly object to such an alliance?
1t is very possible that Cora might have
80 infatuated was she with her
prince, but she had read that the regular
hing was to demand time for considera-
ion 80 she postponed her decision, which
'eally was already made, until evening.
AS they reached the piazza, he lazily
apping his glossy boot with his bamboo,
md she very tremulous and very happy,
/ thickset, pockmarked individual, with
black, heavy whiskers and a glazed cap,
,ame down the steps and, nodding to
5mythe, said:
"Pd like to say a private word to you,
young man."
Montgomery Smythe suddenly stopped
apping his boot, and, turning pale,
oOked sharply at the stranger. A slight
,ibration of that persons eyelid made
lin turn still paler, and without a word
le walked several steps away from the
'avilion. The stout man then slowly
lrew a large pocket-book from his breast,
avored Smythe with the view Of certain
documents therein contained, immediate
y after which he said aloud:
You're my prisoner, sir, in the name
# the law"
Cora felt like fainting, but her curios-
ty was more than match for her weak
hess.
Smythe looked toward her, laughed a
little, gasping laugh, and tried to say
hat this ridiculous mistake could be
,asily explained.
"Let this person explain it, then," said
Cora, trembling all over.
"Why, you see, Miss" said the stout
nan, "Pm a detective officer, and I've
been laying for this young gentleman
ome time. / have his photograph here,
Miss, if you'd like TO see it."
And he produced carte de visite, the
very twin Of one Cora had but that mo-
nent slowed away among her treasures.
"There amt any mistake about him, is
here?" said the detective, grimly.
Dat Co. v,1ot for xuhat Ia ha-;a- -