The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-06-16

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"Why don't you take me p'' he asked.
"I 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 the State prison"
"Now, Arthur, you are too bad You
make fun of evei iything." W,f IA
"Well, to be serious, child, you'll never
find your prince"
"And why notP''
because they don't make 'em. Most
men are tolerable 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 world it is
wish that there might be some place where
one might go and hide away and dream in
peace"
"There is and am going there now.
refer to my bed" rrs.
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
Pavilion. The newcomer 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 possessing
but 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 diplomatic
nianeuvres were resorted to, 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 her win
dow, 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's time found himself favorite
with the ladies. He was of the convention
altype of magnifcence-the black-haired,
black-eyed, red-cheeked, style, with small
feet, dyed moustache, and eyeglasses. In
the matter of scarfs and neckties, with the
jeweled pins thereto devoted, he was truly
gorgeous. If a man has the least taint OF
vulgarity let him beware of his neck. Toe
much thoracic decoration ruins one.
A great change came over Cora. She
was sad and gay by fits irritable, change
able, and incomprehensible. There is nc
use wasting words 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
parties in the woods thereabout, which
made the bellies of the Pavilion quite mis-
cradle with happiness. To Cora's intense
delight he made her in some sort the cen.
trail figure in these last charming affairs,
and held profound consultations with hel
concerning the details. They thus be-
came associated in certain degree before
the public eye, and when rumor whispered
an engagement Cora did little more thar
blush and stammer denial that sounded
ever so much like confirmation.
She gave herself up to sort of blind
alteration of Montgomery Smythe. She
made 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 Commodore Smythe, of the
War of 1912. The Commodore's father,
he said, was General Smythe, of Revolu.
tionary fame, and brother to Governor
Smythe, of one of the colonies under Geo
III. He talked of the magnificent ole
country y-seat his father had left him, will
its picture-gallery full of the portraits o
the old worthless just mentioned and theil
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, til
Cora, rich and luxuriously reared as she
was, began to look up to him as being O
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 a general exodus of th'
Happy Valley boarders to their homes.-
, Cora felt that the decisive moment had
, arrived, and it had. The hitherto pent-uI
devotion of Montgomery Smythe founC
vent at last in declaration and proposi
tion. He vowed his love in perfectly
princely style, and, having been accepted