Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1875-01-14

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why don't you take me ? he asked.
4 am not very rich, but then poV erty
is romantic I can't play the guitar,
but I know a fellow who is splendid
on the banjo AS for fine, antique
family, My father was Mr.. Bayne, son
of Old Bayne; I believe he never
went to States Prison
Now, Arthur, you are too bad !!
You make fun of everything
We'll, 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 human
ity is not perfection. If a 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
I wish there might be some place
where one might go and hide and
dream in peace.
There is; and am going there
now. I refer to my bed
The next morning the bellies of Hap
py 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
establishment, and a great pile of
| trunks with his initials stood in the
vestibule, where they were jealousy
regarded by the other young men,
heart broken with the consciousness
of possessing but a 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 maneuvers
were resorted to in order to get fair
sight at him, on the part of the young
ladies. Cora Depeyster denounced it
as an exhibition of brazen i'll breeding
in otheri As for herself, she only
stood at the window, which command
| ed the piazza, and scrutinized through
an opera glass.
Montgomery Smythe-for such was
the name which appeared on the regis
tern three days time found him mself
favorite with the ladies. He was of
the conventional type of magnifcence;
the black haired, black eyed, red
checked style, with SMALL feet, dyed
mustache, and eyeglasses. In the
matter of scarfs and necties, with the
jeweled pins thereto devoted, he was
truly gorgeous. If a man has the
least faint Of vulgarity let him be ware
of his neck. Too much thoratic dec
orations ruins one
A great change came over Cora.
She was sad and gay by fits. Irritable,
changeable and incomprehensible.-
There is no use wasting words about
it. She was in love Her prince had
come.
As the days wore on, this regal per
son developed. He gave suppers in
his room to the young bloods, and or
ganized picnic parties in the woods
thereabout, which made the bellies of
the pavilion quite miserable with hap.
piness. 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 certain degree
before the public eye, and when rumor
whispered an engagement, Cora did
little more than 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 a prince of him
first, and put all her trust in him af-
terward He told her of his ancient
family of his late father, Judge Dew
ey, twice United States Senator, and
son of Commodore Smythe, of the
| - e.
er, he said, was General Smythe, of
Revolutionary fame, and brother to
Governor Smythe, Of one of the col
onies under George III. He talked
of the magnificent old country seat
his father had left him, with his pic
ture 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
bal 1onial style, till Cora, rich and lux
uriousiy reared as she was, began to
look up to him as being of an alto
gether different higher sphere
One day they took a walk in the
grove in the rear Of the Pavilion. Tt
was the closing up Of the season, and
the next day there was to be a general
exodus of the Happy Valley board
ers to their homes. Cora felt that the
decisive moment had arrived and it
had. The hitherto pent up devotion
of Montgomery Smythe found veat
at last in declaration and PROPOSE
ton. He vowed his love in perfect
ly princely style, and having been ac-
cepted with a good many bushes and
tears, just as is the case in all we'll
written novels, he informed her that
letters just received from his confiden-
tial agent III Europe, compelled him
Immediately to start for Paris, and
urged her TO marry him at once, with
out waiting to go through the form of
asking the permission of her gransire
or consulting her friends Was he not
Montgomery Smy the 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 lazi-
ly tapping his glossy boot with his
bamboo, and she very tremulous and
very happy, thick k-set, pock-marked
individual, with black, heavy whiskers
and glazed cap, came down the steps,
and nodding to Smythe, said :
I'D like to say privete word to
you, young man.
Montgomery Smythe suddenly stop
ped tapping his boet, and turning pale
looked sharply at the stranger. A
slight vibration of that PERSONS eye
lid made him turn still paler, and with.