The enquirer southerner., 1874-05-22

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very excellent and very intimate
friends. One evening they sat on
the shore of the lake together. Cora
was gazing 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 d
heart>history, and described the
prince with his melting eyes and
musiea! voice, his generous nature
and magnificent air, his mild
melancholy and inexhaustible affec-
tion, his irreproachable morals and
aristocratic birth. Arthur listened
with due gravity until she had finish
ed.
" Why don't you take me :" he
asked, Z" am not very rich, but
then poverty is romantic. | can't
! play the guitar, but I know a fellow
who is splendid on the banjo. AS
for a fine antique family, my father
was Mr.. Bayne, son Of Old Bayne;
believe he never went to State
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 EN-.
Most men are tolerably human, and
humanity is not perfection. If a
men 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 a world
it is | wish there might be some
place where one might 60 and hide
away and dream in peace"
. There is; and | am going there
now. / refer to my bed" >"
The next morning the bellies of
Happy Valley were in a 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 establish
ment, and great pile of trunks
with his initials stood in the vests
bnle, where they were jealously
regarded by the other young men,
heartbroken 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 cigar, all sorts or diplo~
matte maneuvers were resorted to
get near 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 stood
only at her window, which cons
manded the piazza, and scrutinized
him through an opera,glass.
Montgomery Smythe-for such
was the name which appeared on
the register-in three days found
himself a favorite with the ladies.
He was of the conventional type of
magnifcence-the black-kaired,
black-eyed, red checked style, with
small feet, dyed mustache, and eye
glasses. In the matter of scarfs
and neckties, with the jeweled pins
thereto devoted, he was truly gor.
geous. If man has the least taint
of vulgarity, let him beware of his
neck. Too much thoracic decora-
tion ruins one.
A great change came over Cora.
She was sad and gay by fits irrita-
Bile, changeable, and incomprehen-
sible. There is no use of wasting
words about it. She was in love.
Her prince had come.
AS the days wore on this regal
person developed. He gave sup>
pers in his room to the young
bloods, and organized picnic parties
in the woods thereabouts, 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 consultations with
her concerning the details, they
thus became associated in a certain
degree before the public eye, and
when rumor whispered an engage
ment Cora did little more than
blush and stammer denial that
sounded ever 50 much like a con-
firmation.
She gave herself up to sort of
blind alteration of Montgomery
Smythe. She made prince of
him first, and put all of her trust
in him afterwards. He told her of
his ancient family of his late faith
er, Judge Dewey, twice Cnlted
States Senator, and son of Commo-
dore Smythe, of the war of 1912.
The commodore's father, he said,
was General Smythe, of Reyolu-
tionary fame, and brother to Gov
ernor Smythe, of one of the colo>
nies under George III. He talked
of the magnificent old country>seat
his father had left him, with its
picture-gallery 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 drawing-rooms the
grand dining-hall, the library, the
grounds-all in true baronial style,
till Cora, rich and luxuriously
rearnd az she wac heoan tn look