Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-07-28
Only a Country Girl
By NJ. A. DTNSISON.

You are mistake would sooner
die than we'd mere country beauty
But Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral. full of natures poetry.-tender-
hearted graceful, unspoiled by adulatlon,
asuiIiless. simple loving creature
.Aye!' said Fred. laughing. "a choice
cluster of virtues and graceS. Country
beauties are always sweet and simple. So
are country COWS. No! tell you if she
was lovely as an angel, with the best
sense in the world. still. if unskilled in
music and literature. and with no soul
above churns anl knitting needles. |
wouldn't marry her for fortune
'H, hi. laughed Helen Irving! but it
was very pranissimo laugh, away down
in the very corner of her musical ll.tle
heart. Hidden by the trunk of large
tree, she sat reading within few feet
only. of the egolist.
Another moment the young men came
within sight Fred's face was crimson.
and he whispered with visible trepida tion
do you think she heard met
No reloined the other half audibly-
she shows no resentment; she has not even
looked up from her book; you Safe
she could not have heard you--but what
an angel she is!'
Yes, Helen was all angel so far as out
ward beauty might merit encomium. She
sat half reclining on rustic seat, striv-
ing to smooth out the dmples in her
cheeks. as she aid her book de. and be
gan to lwine d half finished wreath OF
wild roses.
Leaning on che white arm, the gnarl-
ed Oak trunk. back ground, flowers
strewn around der. peeping from her
bright locks, aud scattered over her white
dress, she sat quite at her ease, apparent
ly unaware that Two handsome young
getlemen were so very near.
Approaching with how, upon which
his mirror bad set her seal of faultless el-
egance, Frederick Lane took the liberty
of asking if the young lady would be kind
enough to inform him where MIR. Irving
lived
With an innocent smile the beauty
looked up. MIR. Irving the only Mr.. lr-
wing in the village is my father she said
rising in charming graceful manner
The large house, she continued, 'on high
ground. half hidden by trees and thick
shrubbery-that's where we live. l be-
lieve 1t Was an-an academy ouce--that S
a sort Of select school. isn't it?' she said
with the most natural simplicity turning,
to Fred
Tell your father said he. that l shall
do myself the honor TO call on him to.
morrow. He will remem mber me-Fred-
erick Line. at your service.
Yes sir. I'll tell him word for word.
replied Helen. tucking her sleeve around
her pretty arm. and miaing rather for
mai courtesy. Then catching up her
book and gathering her scattered flowers,
she hurried toward home
Now father, mother. aunt and sis ex-
claimed the merry girl. bounding into the
room where the family were at supper, 'as
sure as yO, and | live. that Mr.. Lane you
all talk so much about is in the village
He will call here -morrow-the first
proper specimen Of a city beau. as oil
course he will be. all sentiment refine
ment, fdultless in kinds. and spotless in
dickey. important and self assured as one
OF that silk could be-
Promise me all Of you that you'll not
lisp word about music. reading or wri
ting In my presence, because-I have a
plan. Father will not, | know, only give
him newspaper. Aunt Minnie never
talks, | mean in company. and mother
will be too glad to see me churn butter
and mend stockings. Sis. your rattle oI
tongue is the only thing | fear. but il
you keep quiet and ask me no questions
will give you that workbox you have
coveted SO long
Ella, you are not quite respectful.
said her father gravely.
'Forgive me, dear father and her arm: