The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-11-08

DuChE GShCu OulllCo " llh, ltic pEuC- tical man, to his friend, Cyril Creighton, the dreamer
 The Enchanted Princess"
 "Humph! Sufficiently idiotic to be probable; but why?"
 Why, for one thing, she is so beau tiful and charming. For another, she lives in palace with an ogre-her fla ther, you know Cent Per Cent Abercrombie, the banker. For third, she is surrounded with pride and dis dain and indifference as if through spell, and those of the boys who vow to rescue and hold the real sweetness within are speedily discomfited and re- main in hopeless captivity"
 The two friends entered the house and passed through the long drawing room to where young girl was stand ing Monica Abercrombie could be gracious, too, for she knew that the obligations of hospitality increase with its power, and her greeting of Winn, the stranger, was a marked con trast to the carelessness which moro than sufficed for her devotees If there was curiosity in her glance, her eyes were too quick and well trained to be- tray it. She felt even before she saw that this tall, stalwart man, swarthy, impassive, composed, was different in thought and doing from the young sters who were so monotonous in their drumming of the one-striDged harp of adulation.
 Cyril Creighton certainly was ardent; his hands, his eyes, his expression, his being glowed with the subtitle fire. As for his tongue-wel, if silence be golden, it had irretrievably adopted a silver standard.
 ''Oh! but Miss Abercrombie," he was saying, you cannot mean it to leave town just in the height of the season. Why, the underpinning will be knocked from everything, and we shall all be lot of fhunpty-dumpties."
 ''Kismet," Monica replied, "the doc tor has spoken; the decree, I may say prescription, has gone forth. Papa Is ordered south to Palmettaville, and of course must go with him. A week hence we shall be on our way, so would advise all the humpty-dumpties not to get on the wall"
 But we are there already, you know" protested the chorus of youths.
 "Palmettaville?" continued Cyril. Why. Winn, that's where you are bound for, isn't it? Didn't you say your great Southwest railway had just about reached that point?"
 Then" began Monica, with due re- gard for the proper thing to say, then we may have the pleasure"
 Not likely" interrupted Winn. What with getting up before day break and blowing through swamps and falling down precipices all day long I shall have no time philander- ing"
 Yours is a singular vocation, Mir. Winn," she said, but doubt not it's very congenial." Yet she felt annoyed because the chorus snickered.
 "Well," asked Cyril, as he and Winn strolled down the avenue to the club. "Well, what dc you think of our prin' cessP"
 "A nice girl enough" replied Vim, contemplatively. "Of course, rose among cabbages does smell the sweet CT. She's mere girl, after all.
 'I am one of the cabbages," retorted Cyril, warmly.
 "Youre good fellow, all the same, ' said Winn, as they entered the club, ''and I'wish you luck"
 When they were cozy and comfort able in the smoking-room, after a mistaken masculine idea, Creig hton continued: Then, old man, if you run across the Abercrombies down south, you'll look out for them for my sake?"
 "Well, since you insist But isn't such a commission very dangerous?"
 "No, give you full indemnity policy against any such accident. There's little of the John Alden about you, and as for the princess l cannot picture her as Priscilla"
 No time for philandering, indeed, ' murmured Monica Abercrombie that night as she looked into the glass for the last time before turning out the light. II hope may never see his i'm pudent face again"
 However, fate is deaf to the voice of hope; for the following week, on the Southern limited train, with her ia ther dozing in the next chair, when Monica raised her eyes from her read ing at the shadow from tall form, she recognized this countenance so dis pleasing.
 ''On your way to the blowing and the falling2" Monica asked.
 "Yes," replied Vim, "and not to the philandering.
 "Thank heavens, he smokes" mur' mured the princess, as the shadow dis appeared. But smoking, like all other good things, requires intervals of ab stinence; for, after an hour, Winn re appeared. Here is the latest illus trated magazine" he began, "lf you would like to look at it. There are several silly stories"
 "No, thank you," said Monica frigidiy; "I have this quarterly"