The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-12-25

round, hard, and stubborn sort of thing.
notice that men who hdve really been
shaken up bit in the merry go-round
we call life, are not apt to preserve the
outside show of sentimentalism to any
extent. We all start of, some time or
other, with our. long hair, our tuln-down
collars, our stable 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 plain neckties, to stove-pipe hats, and
the barber.
Arthur was too much matter OF fact
for Cora, and she too sentimental for
him from any hymeneal point of view,
and vet they somehow became very ex-
cellent and very intimate friends. One
evening they sat on the shore OF the
little lake together. Cora was gaz-
ing at the moon, of course. She was
one OF that kind. She had been telling
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 melan-
choly and inexhaustible affection, his
irreproachable 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. 1 cant play the guitar,
but know fellow who is splendid on
the banjo. AS for fine antique fam
lily, my father was Mr.. Bayne, son of
Old Bayne 1 believe he never went to
States 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 small vices, he is sure
TO chew tobacco, write poetry, or keep
a dog. We are fair, but frail, we
men"
"hh, Mr.. Bayne, what world it is !
wish there might be some place where
one might go and hide and dream in
peace.
"There is; and am going there
now. refer to my bed"
The next morning the bellies of Hap
py 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 new
conner had taken the finest suite in the
establishment, and a great pile of
trunks with his initials stood In the
vestibule, where they were jealously,
regarded by the other young men, heart
broken with the consciousness of pos
sessing but single trunk, and that
perhaps small one. When it became
known that the unknown was really on
the piazza, smoking cigar, all sorts
of diplomatic maneuvers were resorted
to get fair sight of him on the part
of the young ladies. Cora Depeyster
denounced it as an exhibition of brazen
ill-breeding in others. AS for herself,
she only stood at the window which
commanded the piazza, and scrutinized
him through an opera-glas
Montgomery Smythe-for such was
the name which appeared on the regis
term three days time found himself
a
the conventional type of magnifcence
the black-haired, black-eyed, red
checked style. with small feet. dyed
mustache, and eyeglasses. In the
matter of scarfs and neckties, with the
jewled pins thereto devoted, he was
truly gorgeous. II 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,
and incomprehensible.
There is no use wasting words about
it. She was in love. Her prince had
come.
As the days wore on this regal per-
son developed. He gave suppers in his
room to the young bloods, and organ
lied picnic parties in the woods there.
about, which made the bellies of the
Pavilion quite miserable with happi-
ness. To Cora's intense delight he
made her in some sort the central fig
ure in these last charming affairs, and
hold profound consultations with her
the details. They thus be-
came associated in certain degree be-
fore the public eye, and when rumor
an engagement, Cora did
little more than blush and stammer a
denial that sounded ever SO much like
She gave herself up to sort of blind
alteration of Montgomery Smythe. She
made prince of him at first, and put
all her trust in him afterward. He told
her of his ancient family of his late
father, Judge Dewey, twice United
States Senator, and son of Commodore
Smythe, of the war of 1912. The Com.
modore's father, he said, was General
Smythe, of Revolutionary fame, and
brother to Governor Smythe, of one of
the colonies under George III. He
talked of the magnificent old country
seat his father had left him, with its
gallery full of the portraits of
the old worthless Just mentioned, and
their wives all uniforms and brocades
aud gold braid and laces of the long
the grand dining-hall,
the library, the grounds-all in true
style, till Cora, rich aud luxuri-
ously reared ss she was, began to look
up to him as being OF an altogether diff
ferent and higher sphere.
One day they took a walk in the
grove In the rear Of the pavilion. 1t