The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-02-16
Ella Richardson's Prince,

wearing a greasy fur collar and long
overcoat, eating garlic and drinking
brandy three times diurnally, and growi-
ing at everything American in the most
detestable English. Nothing OF the
kind.
She pined for a prince such as we read
about in the little old sentimental novels
that amused our fathers and mothers in
the flower of their youth; a Thaddeus Of
Warsaw, all talent, and pallor, and ten
derness, and musical voice, and fine,
rolling eyes, and pedigree, and that sort
OF thing.
For my part, I don't believe in such
princes. The Prince of Wales isn't one
of that species, and Pm afraid the breed
has gone out with the fine old Sentimen-
tai novels. Nothing else, however,
would suit Miss Ella Richardson. Being
not totally unlike other fair damsels Of
twenty or thereabout, she desired 10 eX-
pertinent upon the state matrimonial,
and mad plenty OF opportunities, but
common clay would not do. A prince
she must have or single she would re-
main.
Now real good writer of sentimental
stories could create such being cspeci-
ally TOR the emergency, and, after the
customary amount of tantalization
through the medium Of an obstinate pa
rent or what not, marry off Miss Ella
and her prince in the most satisfactory
style. But l never was good at sentl-
mental creation. l must write about
people l know and see. l am sorry tor
the Elias; Pve seen lots OF them; but
what sort of princes did they marry :?
One now yours tea for sharp-nosed,
red-haired life insurance agent. Anoth-
er is the spouse of strapping farmer
who sits with hat on ana eats i'll his
shirt.sleeves. Another welded SUBJ
| dued German who plays second clarionet
| in a cheap orchestra, and has to move
monthly because he can't pay his rent.
Still another-but the catalogue grows
melancholy. Thus with all .the Elias.
They 20 on pining for princes that never
come; marrying all sorts of people in
stead, and, dying, give way to a fresh
race of Elias, who follow i'll their man,
mas footsteps with disregard of eXpe-
rience that savors of the sublime.
One oil the sw eetest of watering places
is Alexandra Bay. 1t is romantic and
comfortable at once. There is delightful
bathing, rowing, sailing, and fishing in
the bay itself, and the shady islands
near by are cool and green and mysteri-
| Gus. and suggestive of dryads and
nymphs and fairies and things. That is,
| il you happen to be OF a poetic turn Of
mind; il not, they only suggest flirta-
tions.
l will not further expatiate upon the
delights Of Alexandria, lest 1t Should be
fancied that have lots for sale in the
vicinity, whereas have none anywhere,
not even burial lot; and that, believe,
| is the common lot Of all. Neither did
| Ella Richardson have any real estate to
dispose OF; but she thought just as do,
and passed much Of the time every sum-
mer in the fair cottages that lie smilingly
| in view of the Thousand Island House.
| Notwithstanding the round of plea
sures in which she every summer took q
prominent part, she could not stiiie her
| inward and continuous yearnings for the
music of princely voice, the glance OF
devotion from princely eyes, the touch
of a princely hand in the dance, and the
sweet envy OF all maidens who had to 60
princeless through life. She sighed a
great deal, and began to think the great
world a cold, hard, unromantic sort OF
arrangement.
OF course, you and l know better, l
never wrote a romance yet half 80 Won
derful as the simplest life would make
were it truly told. 1t seems easy, but
YOU try it once.
Thousand Island poarders, there was a
poet, Arthur Bayne was there. 1t was
barely possible that Ella might have
| fallen in love with him: there is some
l thing very line and hyfalut,n-pardOn the
| EXPIRE ssion-in young lady's idea of n
Ipoet. But then Arthur Bayne was alto
pether different from her ideal. He knew
The world too well to believe In its hol-
Ilowness. He had found it, in fact, very
round, hard, and stubborn sort of thing.
rejoice that men who have really been
shaken up bit in the -go-round
we call life, are not apt to preserve the
outside show of sentimentalism to any
extent. We all start off, some time or
other, with our long hair, our turn-down
collars, our stable suits, our brigand
hats, and our little hidden sorrows; but
l when we have cut our eye-teeth, and
learned something about other folks
trouble, we always come back to reason,
to plain necktles, to stove-pipe h ITS, and
the barber.
1 Arthur was too much matter of fact for
Ella, and she too sentimental for him
from any hymeneal point OF view, and
lyet they somehow became very excellent
and very Intimate friends. One evening
they sat on the shore OF the broad bay to.
} gether. Ella was gazing at the moon, OF
!. course. She was one OF that kind. She
had been telling Arthur what kind OF a
} hero she had imagined for her heart his.
tory, and described the prince with his
melting eyes and musical voice, his gen.
erous nature and magnificent air, his
mild, melancholy. and inexhaustible af
J lection, his irreproachable morals and
, aristocratic birth. Arthur listened with
|, due gravity until she had finished.
! "Why don't you take me~ he asked
IL am not very rich, but then poverty il
romantic. / can't play the guitar, but
, know o fellow VINO is splendid on tht
, banjo. AS for fine antique family, my
: father was Mr.. ,Bayne SON of old Bayne
I believe he never went to State Prison.
"Now, Arthur, you are too bad; yol
/ make fun OF everything"
"Well, TO be serious, Child, you'll new
) or nd your prince."
Sand why notr
: "Because they don't make 'em. Mos
t men are tolerably human, and humanity
| is not perfection. Ii Il man has no othe
. small vices, he is sure to chew tobacco
! write poetry, or keep dog. We ar
= fair. but frail we men,"
n "Ah, Mr.. Bayne, whata world it Is. q.
, wish there might be some place wher,
t one might 20 and hide and dream il
1peace."