The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-05-15

the consciousness of possessing but
single trunk, and that, perhaps, smal
one. When it became known. that tn
unknown was really on the piazza, smok
ing a cigar, all sorts of diplomatic ma
n9uvers were resorted to to get a fai
sight of him on the part of the youn,
ladies. Cora Depeyster denounced
as an exhibition of brazen ill-breedin,
in others. As for herself, she onl,
stood at the window, which commanded
the piazza, and scrutinized him through
an opera glass.
Montgomery Smythe-for such wa
the name which appeared on the regis
term three days time found himself
| favorite with the ladies. He was of thu
conventional type of magnifcence-th,
black-haired, hlack-eyed. red-cheekei
style, with small feet, dyed moustache
and eyeglasses. In the matter of scarfl
and neckties, with the iewelled pin!
thereto devoted, he was truly gorgeous
If man has the least taint of vulgarity
let him beware of his neck. Too mucl
thoracic decoration ruins one.
A great change came over Cora. She
was sad and gay by fits; irritable,
| changeable, and incomprehensibIe.
There is no use wasting words 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 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 figure in
these last charming affairs, and held
profound consultations with her con-
cerning the details. They thus became
associated in a certain degree before
the public eye, and when rumor whis-
pered an engagement, Cora did little
more than blush and stammer a denial
that sounded ever so much like con-
firmatiOn.
She gave herself up to a sort of blind
alteration of Montgomery Smythe.
She made prince of him 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
commodore's father, he said, was Gen
eral 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
picture-g9llery full of the portraits of
the old worthless just mentioned and
their wives all uniforms and brocades
and gold braid and laces ; of the long
drawiDg-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 a being of an alto
gether different and higher sphere.
One day they took walk in the grove
in the rear of the Pavilion. It was the
closing up of the season, and the next
day there was to be a general exodus of
the Happy Valley boarders to their
homes. Cora felt that the decisive mo-
ment had arrived md it had. The
hitherto pent-up devotion of Montgom-
cry Smythe found vent at last in a de-
claration and proposition. He vowed
his love in a perfectly princely style,
and having been accepted with good
many bushes and tears, just as is the
case in all we'll written novels, he in
formed her that letters just received
from his confidential 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 of her
grandsire or consulting her friends.
Was he not Montgomery Smythe ? 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, 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
tapping his glossy boot with his bam-
boo, and she very tremulous and very
happy, thickset, pock-marked individ-
ual, with black, heavy whiskers and a
glazed cap, came down the steps and,
nodding to Smvthe, said:
std like to say private word to you,
young man."
Montgomery Smythe suddenly stop
ped tapping his boot and, turning pale,
looked sharply at the stranger. A
slight vibration of that persons eyelid
made him turn still paler, and without
a word he walked several steps away
from the Pavilion. The stout man then
slowly drew q large pocket-book from
his breast, favored Smythe with view
of certain documents therein contained,
after which he said aloud
"You're my prisoner, sir, in the name
of the lawl"
Cora felt like fainting, but her curl
Osity was more than a match for her
weakness.
Smythe looked toward her, laughed a
little, gasring 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, "Tm a 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 a carte de Uisite the
very twin of one Cora had but that
slowed away among her treas
ures.
"There amt any mistake about him,
is there ?" said the detective, grimly.
"But for what-for what is he-is--
is he-arrested ?" 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
thousand dollars-and
matter of five thousand dollars more in
iewelry, belonging to the boarders of
the house"
"But, Mr.. Smythe-"
"Smythe that amt his name, miss.
He's plain Bill Higgins, fancy bar
keeper of the Pacific. I'm very sorry
for you, miss. don't s'pose you had
any idea who you were with. Good
She looked at Montgomery Smythe,
Dut he didsnot raise his eyes, nor open
MS mouth. Plainly, the detective had
old the truth. She turned to the ho-
.el. Happily, the whole affair had es-
,aped notice.
Montgomery Smythe was already on
lis way to the depot, arm in arm with
he stout man, and as they turned bend
IA the road Cora took last, sad, fare
we'll look at her prince. The shock
made her seriously i'll, a1d when she
the nonsense was pretty thor
)ughly washed out of her.
Arthur Bayne was not the man to tri.
1mph over the fall of any one. On the
contrary, he was too generous, and
when the people began to make remarks
,bout this unfortunate episode in Cora's
existence he married her himself to