The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-07-03

had. The hitherto pent-up devotion
of Montgomery Smythe found ven
in a declaration and a proposition
He vowed his love in a perfectly
princely style, and having been &C
! cepted with a good many tears anC
| bushes, just as is the case in all vel
! written novels, he informed her tha
letters just received from his conf
dental agent in Europe compelled
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 other
grandsire or consulting her friends.
Was ne not Montgomery Smytbef
and who could possibly object to
such an alliance?
1t is very possible that Cora might
have consented, so infatuated was
she with her prince, butshe had read
that the regular thing was to demand
time for consideration; so she post
poned her decision, already made,
until evening.
AS they reached the piazza, he
lazily tapping his glossy boots with
his bamboo, and she verytremulous
and very happy, a thiek-set, poek-
marked individual, with black, heavy
whiskers and a glszed cap, came
down the steps, and nodding tc
Smythe, said:
"Td like to say a private word to
you, young man."
Montgomery smythe suddenly
stopped tapping his boot, and turn
ing pale, looked isharply at the
stranger. A slight vibration of that
persons eyelid made him turn still
paler, and without a word he follow
ed him several steps away from the
Pavilion. Thestout man then slow
! ly drew a large pocketbook from his
breast, favored Smythe with the view
of certain documents therein con
tanned, Immediately after which he
said aloud:
"You're my prisoner, sir, in the
name of the law"
Cora felt like fainting, but her Gu
riosity was more than a match for
her weakness.
Smythe looked toward her, laughed
a little, gasping laugh and tried to
say that this ridiculous mistake
could be easily explained.
"Let this person explain it, then, .
said Cora, trembling all over
"Why, you see, Miss" said the
stout man, "rm a detective officer,
and I've been laying for this young
gentleman for some time. 1 have his
photograph, Miss, if you would like
to see it,
And he produced a carte de risite
the very twin of one Cora had bu-
that moment slowed away among
her treasures.
"There amt any mistake about him
is there?" said the detective grimly
"But for what is he-is-is he ar
rested?" faltered the poor girl.
"Why, Miss, You see, he left Cali
fornia too suddenly, with all the
spare cash of the proprietor of the
Pacific Hotel-thirty thousand dol
Ilars-and a matter of five thousand
more in jewelry, belonging TO the
boarders of the house."
'But, Mr.. Smythe-"
"Smythe! that ain't his name, Miss
Hes plain Bill Higgins, fancy bar
keeper of the Pacific Hote,. I'm
very sorry for you. 1 don't s'pose
you had any idea who you were with
Good morning"
She locked at Montgomery
ISmythe, but he did not raise his
Ieyes nor open his mouth. Plainly
the detective had told her the truth
IShe turned to the hotel. Happily
the whole affair had escaped notice
Montgomery SmYthe was already
on his way to the depot, arm in arm
with the stout man, and rs they
turned bend in the road, Cora tool
a last, sad farewell look at her prince
The shock made her seriously IL IL
and when she recovered the non
sense was pretty thoroughly washed
out of her.
Arthur Bayne was not the man to
triumph over the fall of any one. On
the contrary, he was too generous
and when people began to make re
marks about this unfortunate episode
in Cora's life, he married her him
self to shut their mouths.-G. "
Hunter.