Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-05-27

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keeping house, I'm not to be outdone.'
The young man left her more in pity thai
in love- but his visits did not always so re
suit. He began to feel magnetic attrac
ton, which he vainly attributed to HELEN
beauty; but the truth is, her sweet artless
ness of character engaging manners and gen
tie disposition, quite won upon the city brec
and aristocratic Fred LaLe. There was
freshness and refinement about everything
she said and did. She perplexed and de
SIGHTED him.
Often, as he was wondering how some
homely expression would be received in
good society, some beautiful sentiment would
drop like pearl from her lips, not more re-
markaLle for originality than brilliancy.
6" If should fall in the snare" thought he
I" | can educate her. 1t would be worth try
ing"
1t was useless to combat with his passion
so at last he fell at Hellen's feet (fguratiyely
speaking) and confessed his love.
Il care not, HELEN, only be mine;" was
his invariable answer to her exclamations of
unworthiness; how she would appear in IA
ScCictS, SGC.; CtI.
They were married-had returned from
their wedding tour, and at the expiration of
the honey moon Fred was more in love than
ever. AT a grand entertainment given by
the relatives of the bridegroom, HELEN look
ed most beautiful Her husband did not
insist that she should depart from her usual
simplicity, and indeed, without jewels or la
ces with only that fresh white robe simple
sash of blue and ornaments of fair moss ro-
ses, she was 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, " if |
find he is ashamed of me! | cannot bear
the thought; but should he overcome all con
vential notions, then have | husband wor
thy to be honored-then shall he be proud
of his wife,"
How she watched him as he presented her
to one and another!
"Simple," whispered magnificent look
ing girl resplendent with diamonds, as she
curled her lip and passed by. The obseva-
ton escaped neither Helen nor her husband
smile, and only drew him closer to his side
Many in that brilliant company pitied "poor
Fred" and wondered why he had martyred
himself on the shrine of ignorant rusticity.
But he oh JOY! he seemed 20 love her
the more as she chung to his arm SO timidly.
His noble face expressed the pride he truly
felt; he looked as if he would have swept
back the scorners with one motion of his
hand had they ventured one wave too high
on the shore of his pride. He seemed to ex-
cuse every look, every word not in strict con-
formity to etiquette-and Hellcn's heart beat
high; tears came to her eyes when she thus
felt how noble heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her husband,
talking in low tone, when new conner APP
peared. She was beautiful, slightly formed
creature, with naughty features, and ill-eon-
cealed scorn lurked in her great brilliant eyes,
whenever she glanced towards Helen. Once
she had held sway over the heart Of Fred,
and hearing who he had married, she fancied
her hour of triumph had come.
"Do you suppose she knows Gnyth'ng?"
said a low voice near her.
cN cS hlcCI--llti l'iii oiOH ItttcL-
ed Indignantly. She turned to her husband.
He was gone-speaking at little distance
with friend.
Presently Marion Summers turned towards
her.
Do you play, Mrs. Lane?" she asked =
there was hooking tone in her voice.
"A little" answered Helen, her check
burning.
And sing?"
"A little" was the calm reply.
Then do favor u.s." she exclaimed, look
ing askance at her companions; come! |
myself will lead you to the instrument"
"Hark whose mastery touch? Z" Instant
ly was the half spoken word arrested-the
cold ear and naughty head were turned in lis
tening surprise. Such melody Such cor
rect information, such breadth, depth, and Vi
gor of touch-"who is it she plays like an
angel"
And again bark, A voice rolls out: a
food of melody, clear, powerful, passing
observation-disclosures paints many a fair
cheek deeper scarlet. There is silence
unbroken silence, as the siyery tones float
up:
Ave! care l not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start,
And scorn is but a bitter word,
Save when it breaks the heart.
If one he true
If one be true
The 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 paused to listen, "who
can it beg"
The words were suddenly arrested on his
lips She had turned from the piano, and
the unknown was his own wife.
Il congratulate you, Fred, said the young
man at his side; but he spoke to marble
The color had left his cheek as he walked
slowly towards her.
If he was specifies with amazcment, so
was not she A rich bloom mantled her
cheeks-triumph made her eyes sparkle as
they never did before-they flashed like dia-
monds. A crowd gathered to compliment
her. In graceful acknowledgement she blen-
ded wit and humor "How we'll she talks"
" who would have thought it Z" "Freds lit
tie wife-he has found treasure" Were wills
dered round the room