Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-07-30

red-cheeked style, with small feet, dyed nous.
tache, and eyeglasses. In the matter of
scarf and neck-ties, with the jewelled pins
thereto devoted, he was truly gorgeous. If a
man has the least taint of vulgarity, let him
beware of his neck. Too much thoracic de-
colation ruins one.
A great change came over Cora: She was
sad and gay by fits ; irritable, changeable 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 de-
veloped. He gave suppers in his room to
the young bloods, and organized picnic par
ties in the woods thereabout, which made the
bellies of the Pavilion quite miserable with
happiness. To Cora's intense delight, he made
her in some sort the central figure in these
last charming affairs, and held profound con-
versations with her concerning the details.
They thus became associated in a certain de-
gree 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 confirmation.
She gave herself up to sort of blind ado
ration 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 Senator, and son of Com
modore Smythe of the war of 1912. The
Commodores 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 mag
nifcent old couptry-seat his father had left
him, with its picture.gallery full Of the por.
traits of the old worthless just mentioned and
their wives all uniforms and brocades, and
gold braid and laces of the long drawing
rooms, the grand dining-hall, the library. the
grounds-all in true baronial style, till Cora,
rich and luxuriously reared as she WAS, began
to look up to him as 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 VAS
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 pentup emotion of Montgomery
Smythe found vent at last in declaration
and proposition. He vowed his love IN
perfectly princely style, and having been &C.
cepted with good many bushes and tears,
lust as is the case in all well-written novels,
he informed her that letters just received
from his confidential agent in Europe COM
PEELED 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 grandsire, or consulting her
friends Was he not Montgomery Smythe?
And who could possibly object to the alliance? ?
1t is very possible that Cora might have
consented, so infatuated was she with her
prince; but she had read that the regular
thing was to demand time for consideration.
So she postponed her decision, which really
was already made, until evening.
AS they reached the piazza, he lazily tap
ping his glossy boot with his bamboo, and she
very tremulous and very happy, thickset,
pockmarked individual, with black, heavy
whiskers and a glazed cap, came down the
steps, and uodding to Smythe, said:
"Id like to say private word to you,
young man."
Montgomery Smythe suddenly stopped tap.
ping his boot, and, turning pale, looked
sharply at the stranger A slight vibration
of that PERSONS eyelid made him turn still
paler and without word, he walked several
steps away from the Pavilion. The stout man
then slowly drew large pocketbook from
his breast, favored Smythe with view OF
certain documents therein contained, lmme-
diately after which he said aloud
you're my prisoner, sir, in the name OF
the law"
Cora felt like fainting; but her curiosity
was more than match for her weakness.
Smythe looked toward her, laughed little,
gasping laugh, and tried to say that this ri
diculous little mistake could be easily e1.
planned
"Let this person explain it, then,' said
Cora, trembling all over.
"Why, you see, Miss" said the stout man,
"I'm detective officer, and I've been laying
for this young gentleman some 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 moment stow
ed away among her treasures.
"There amt any mistake about him, is
there" said the detectective, grimly.
"But for what-for what is he-is-is he
arrested?" faltered the poor girl.
"Why, Miss, you see he left California too
suddenly with all the spare cash Of the pro-
prietor of the Pacific Hotel-thirty thousand
dollars-and matter of five thousand dollars
more in jewelry, belonging to the boarders OF
the house."
"But Mr.. Smythe-"
"That amt his name, Miss. He's plain
bor Of no
I'm very sorry for you, Miss. don't sup
pose you had any idea who you were with.
Good morning"
She looked at Montgomery Smythe but
he did not raise his eyes nor open his mouth.
Plainly the detective had told the truth. She
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 as they turned a bend in the road,
Cora took last, sad farewell at her prince.
The shock made her seriously i'll, and when
she recovered, the nonsense was pretty thor
oughly washed out of her.
Arthur Bayne was not the man to triumph
over any one. On the contrary, he was too
generous, and when people began to make
remarks about this unfortunate episode in
Cora's existence, he married her himself to
shut their mouths-G. W Hunter.
OUR RICH MEN.-Marshall O. Roberts is
the possessor of s4,OO0,OOO, or s5,0OO,OOO,
and yet until he was twenty-five he had not
500 he could call his own.
George Day, at forty.6ve, was a common
day-laborer on the docks, and at present
counts his fnrtnne at snmethino like S10.