Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1853-10-26
gone-speaking at little distance with friend.
Presently Marioa Summers turned towards

gone-speaking at little distance with friend.
Presently Marion Summers turned towards
her, t. ...g~,.,., D.. ,,-...., 81. s. ,....s-... -,
."Do you play Mrs, Lane!" she asked there
was mockng tone in her voice. .... ...
ga .little,'' answered Helen, her cheek burn
ing" - 49,. ..,.-.--.t-..
"And sing?" :.g........
GA little,'' was the calm reply. a..., -. g.
,.ssThen do favor us,'' she exclaimed, looking
askance at her companion: "come, myself will
lead you to the instrument -5... ..
Hark! whose ma sterly touch! Instantly was
the half spoken word ARE sted-the cold ear and
naughty head were turned in listening surprise.
Such melody! Such correct intonation Such
breadth, depth and vigor of touch-s'Who is it!
she plays like angelo
And again bark !! voice rolls; flood of mel
dy, clear, powerful passing sweet-astonshment
paints many fair cheek deeper scarlet. There
is silence-unbroken as the silvery tones float
up. ST.. l.. - s......~.,. a. ..... 49,. p. s.
..s Aye! care not for cold neglect, .-
Though unbidden start;
And is but bitter word, -t.-
Estt Save when it breaks the heart. ~ .,s.. ~
as.. 49,. If one be true s..-... 60. :...
If be true
The world may careless be, ri = III .-t --a-.
$50 : Since may only keep thy love, ga v5r
-.s-a+. And tell my grief to thee. -..sy 81 .- -.--
."Glorious voice. said Fred to his friend, who
with the rest had paused to listen, s'who can it
be!'' a-s ...- Commensurate. ..... .s..
The words were suddenly arrested on his lips.
She turned from the piano, and the unknown was
his own wife. ~. j.. .-a.,- vi: . ss .
81 congratulate yon, Fred said the young man
at his side, but he spoke. to marble. The color
had left his cheeks, as he walked slowly toward
her. to5.s-. ----. s.. -... ...s.. ....ss ......
If he was speechless with amazement SO was
not she. A rich bloom mantled her checks
triumph made her eyes sparkle.as they never did
before-they flashed like diamonds. A crowd
gathered to compliment her. In graceful
acknowledgements she blended wit and humor.
- ssHow we'll she talks; who would have thought
it!l Fred's little wife-he has found treasure"
were whispered round the room. ..s aa.s..
Meanwhile Frederick Lane, Esq, stood like
one enchanted, while his poor little rustic wife
quoted books and authors with perfect abandon
admired this one, commended that. A sedate
looking student lost himseifin latin quotation.
Helen smilingly finished it, and received look
eloquent with thanks. Bonmots, rapartee, Ian
gaage rich in fancy and imagery, fell from her
beautiful lips, as if she had just received touch
from some fairy wand ,ah-
Still Fred walked by her side like one in a
his hands over his bewidered
sight to be sure of his senses, when he saw by
her bending, breathing vision of lovelness, over
the harp-her full arm leaning on it's golden
- II,
tive with some tender memory, rise and fall in
sweet and sorrowful cadence. - - ssaas
sTell me,'' said he, when once alone with her,
':what this means, who are you? Ifeel like one
awaking from a dream 7 r5qar t#tt~ So ~
"Only a country girl,. said Helen gravely,
then falling into her husbands arms, she excaim-
ed, "Forgve me; Fam that very little rustic that
you would rather die than wed Are you sorry
you married me?" - ~z $50 t:a
''Sorry, my glorious wife! but Ely, you could
not surely deceive me. Did l not understand
that YOU had never sEse II fEz-g- z2 sra
'sBeen at an academy" she broke in, "never
took music lesson-never was taught how to
sing-all true And yet am all you see me to-
night-myself my own teacher; with labor and
diligence, trustI am worthyto be the wife ofone
- good and exalted as find my husband to be-"
Reader, wouldn't you aud like to be there just
now, and hear her story; she laughing between
smilesher pretty face all dimples,as she tells him
how she banished piano, books, harp, portfolio,
music, all in an empty room by themselves, and
locked the door, leaving them to seclusion and
dust-while the little country girl without any
very deep laid scheme, succeeded in convincing a.
weE-bred city gentleman that he could marry
country rustic, even if her fingers were more ia
miliar with churning and knitting needles than
the piano or the harp.
IT ALTERS THE CAsE-The assessor of taxes,
in his official capacity, called certain land
holder half way between ST. Paul and st. Antho-
ny the other day, and commenced the valuation
of the estate.
'sMr. D., what value do you hold your estate
at!'' ---F .,-.|. @'2 -5.-' 5 '>@ -.-<-