Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-11-11

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dful sentiment would suddenly drop like pearl fron
her lips more remarkable for originality than bril-
liarcy.
"If should fall into the snare" thought he, I"
can educate her. 1t would be worth trying"
1t was useless to combat with his passion 30 at las
be fell at Helen's feet-fguratively speakipg-an,
confessed b is love.
ri care not, Helen, only be mine" was his invaria
bic answer to her exclamatons of unworthiness, how
she should appear in fashionable society, &,.
| They were married--had returned from their wed
ding tour, and at the expiration Of the honey moor
Fred was more in love than ever. At a grand enter
tainment given by the relatives sf the bridegroom
Helen looked most beautiful. Her husband did moi
insist that she should depart from her simplicity and
indeed without jewels laces with only that white
robe, simple sash of blue, and ornaments of fair moss
roses, she the most lovely creature in the room
As she entered the great saloon blazing with light
her heart failed her. "Shall love him as dearly,
she asked herself elf l find he is ashamed of me,
cannot bear the thought; but should he overcome all
conventional notions, then have husband worthy
to be honored-then shall he indeed be proud of his
wife,"
How che watched him as he presented her to one
and another.
"Smple" whispered magnificent looking girl,
respendent with diamonds she curlcd her lin and
passed them. The observation escaped neither Helen
nor her husband. She looked at him. lie smiled a
lovers smile and only drew her closer to his side
Many in that brilliant gathering pied 'poor Fred
wondering why he had martyrcd himself on the shrine
of ignorant rusticity
But he, joy he seemed only to love her the more
as she clung to his arm so tmidIy. His noble face
expressed the pride he truly felt he looked as IL he
would have swept back the scorners with one motion
OF his hand bad they vcntured wave too high on
the shore OF his pride. He seemed to excuse eyery
ook every word. not in conformity to etiquete-and
Heens heart beat high tears came to her eyes when
she thus felt how nobls heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her husband, speaking
in low tone, when new conner appeared She was
. beautiful, slightly formed creature with naughty
features and III concealed scorn lurked in her great
brilliant eyes whenever she glanced towards Helen
Once she had held sway over the heart Of Fred and
hearing whom he had married she fancied her hour Of
triumph had come.
"Do you suppose shs knows anything!" said low
voice near her.
Hslsn's eye spark kled-her fair brow flushed indig
nantly. She turned to her husband; he was gone
speaking at little distance with friend.
Presently Marian Summers turned toward her.
"Do yen play Miss Lanel' she asked there was
. mockng tone in her voice.
ga little," answered Helen, her cheek burning.
s'And sing!'
ga little" was the calm reply.
"rhen do favor us, she exclaimed, looking askancc
at her companion "come, myself will lead you to
the instrument"
Hark whose mastery touch? Instantly was the
half spoken word arrested-the cold ear and naughty
head were turned in listening surprise. Such meody
Such correct intonation Such breadth, depth and
vigor of touch Who is it? she plays like ANGEL.
"And again, hark!" voice rolls; flood Of melody,
clear, powerfully sweet-astonishmcnt paints many
fair cheek deeper scarlet" There is silence unbro-
ken rs the silvsry tones float up.
Ave cars not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start;
And scorn is but bitter word,
Save when it breaks the heart.
II one be true
If one be tru.-
TIE world may careless be,
Since may only keep thy love,
And tell my grief to thee.
Glorious voice." said Fred to his friend, who with
the rest had stopped to listen, 'who can it bel''
The words were suddenly arrested on his lips She
turned from the place. and the unknown was his own
wife.
"I congratulate yeu, Fred }" said the young man at
his side but he spoke TO marble. The color had left
his cheeks, as he walked slowly towards her.
If be was spcechless with amusement, 80 was not
she. A rich bloom mantled her cheeks-triumpb
made her eyes sparkle did before-they flashed
like diamonds. crowd gathered to compliment her.
In graceful acknowledgment she blended wit and
humor.
"How well she talks who would have thought it !!
Freds little wife; he has found treaszre,'' were
Whispered about the room.
Meanwhile Frederick Lane, Esq, stood like one
enchanted, while his poor little rustic wife quoted
books and authors with perfect abandon-admircd
this one, commended that: sedate looking student
lost himself in Latin quotation. Helen smilinsly
finished it, and received look eloquent with thanks
Bonmots, repartee, language rich in fancy and i'm
agery, fell fo her beautiful lips as she had just re-
ceived a touch from some fairy wand.
Still Fred walked by her side like one in dream
passed his hands over his bewldered brow to be
of his senses. when he her bending, breathing
vision OF lovclness the happier full arm lean
ing on its golden sringheard again that rich voice
plantive with some tender memory, rise and fall
In cadence.
"Tell me-" said he whsa once alone with her.
s'what this meansi who are you1 feel like one
awakening from droam.''
"Only country girl,' said Helen gravely, then
falling into her husband's arms she exclaimed; "For
give me; am that very little rustic You would
rather die than wed. Are you sorry you married me7
"Sorry, my glorious wife but, Ely, you could not
surely deceive me-. DID not understand that you
had never"
"Beea at an academy" she broke in, "nsvsr took
q music lesson-never was taught how to sing--all
true. And yet I am all you see me to-night-myseli
my own teacher with labor and diligence, trust
am worthy to be the wife Of one good and exalted q
tind my husband to be-"
Reader, wouldn't you and like 70 be there just
now and hear her story; she laughing between whes
her pretty face ell dimpes, she tells him how she
banished piano, books harp, portfolio. music, al in
an empty room to themselves. and locked the door, lea
wing them to seclusion and dust-while the country
girl, without any very deep laid scheme, succeeded in
convincing wellbred city gentleman that he could
marry country rustic, even if her fingers NOR,
familiar with churning and knitting needles than th
piano or harp.
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