Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-05-27
From the Olive Branch.
ONLY A COUNTRY GxRx.

"You are mistaken, Fred, would soone
die than wed mere country beauty"
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent, mora
e full of natures poetry, tender hearted grace
81 full, unspoiled by adulation, guiless, simpl
loving creature y
Aye" said Fred, laughing, "a choice
cluster of virtues and graces. Country beau
ties are always sweet and guiless, and simple
SO are country cows. No! | tell You if she
were lovely as an angel, with the best sense
in the world, still, if unskied in music anc
literature, with no soul above churns anC
knitting needles, l would not marry her fol-
a fortune"
"Ha. hal" laughed HELEN Irving; but
it was a mere pianissimo laugh, away down
i in the corner of her musical little heart
Hidden by the trunk of large tree, she
sat reading within few feet only of the ego
tist
Another moment the young man came in
sight. Fred's face was crimson, and he whis-
pered in visible trepidation, "do you think
she heard ~
"No," rejoined the other, half audibly,
"she shows no resentment-she has not even
looked up from her book-you are safe, she
could not have heard you-but what an an
gel she is q"
| Yes, HELEN was an angel as far az out
ward beauty might merit the encomium.-
| She sat half inclining on a rustic seat stri-
wing to smooth out the dlmples in her
cheeks as she laid her book aside, and be-
| gap to twinea half finished wreath of wild
roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the gnarled
oak trunk back ground, flowers strewed
around, peeping from her bright locks, and
scattered over her white dress-she sat quite
at case, apparently unaware that two hand
some young gentlemen were SO very near.
Approaching with low bow, upon which
his mirror had set the seal of faultless ele-
gance, Frederick Lane took the liberty of
asking if the young lady would be kind
enough to inform him where Mr.. Irving
| lived.
With an innocent smile, the beauty look
! ed up "Mr Irving? the only Mr.. Irving
in this village is my father" she said, rising
in a chamingy graceful manner The
large house." she continued, on high ground
half hidden by trees and shubbery-that S
where we live | believe it was an-an aca-
denny once-that s sort of select school ism t
it," with the most natural simplicity turn
ing to Fred.
He replied by another graceful bow.
TEL your father" said he, that | shall
do myself the honor to call upon him to-mor-
row. He will remember me-Fredrick Lane
at Your service"
I" Yes sir, Ill tell him word for word" re-
piled Helen tucking her sleeve around her
arm, and making rather a formal courtesy.
Then catching up her book, and gathering
her scattered flowers, she hurried towards
home.
Now father, mother, aunt and sis" ex-
claimed the merry girl bounding into the
room where the family were at supper, " as
true as YOU and | live, that Mr.. Lane who
YOU all talk so much about, is in the village
| lie will call here to-morrow-the first proper
specimen Of city beau, (aS OF course he will
be) all sentiment, and refinement, faultless in
in kids and spotless in dicky-important
and self-assured AS one of that ilk can posi-
by be.
" Promise me, all of you, that you II not
INI a. NpINl tbcut itSttiiHG VI
in my presence, because-because | have
PLAN Father will not, | know, only give
him newspaper. Aunt MIME never talks
i mean in company, and mother will be
too glad to sec me mend stockings and churn
butter. Sis, our rattle of tongue is the
only thing fear, but if you keep quiet and
ask me no questions, l will give YOU that
work box you have coveted SO much"
ELLA, YOU are not quite respectful" said
her father, gravely.
Forgive me, dear father" and her arms
were folded about his neck, / always mean
well, but I'm so thoughtless! There, all is
right now" she added, kissing him lovingly
on the temple,
"Come, sis what say you?"
"Why, on that condition I'll be still as a
mouse; but what's your reason?"
All. that's my own" sang HELEN as she
danced out of the room.
You knit admirably" and Fred looked
on with an unconscious smile of admiration.
HELEN sat at an open window, through
which rose bushes thrust their blushing buds
making both sweet shade and fragrance
The canary overhead burst out in wild snatch
es of glorious music. HELEN was at work
on long blue stocking, nearly finished, and
her fingers flew like snow birds.
You knit admirably; are YOU fond of
it,"
Yes, quite. l like it better than--than
anything else-that isl mean can
churn very well.
And do YOU read much?n Fred's CLAN
ces had travelled, from the corners of his
eyes over every table, shelf and corner, in
the room in search of some book or paper;
but not a Leaf, seard or yellow, repaid his
| search.
40, yes" said HELEN with a selfsaisied
glance.
What books permit me to ask"
Il read the bible good DEAL" she an
swered gravely.
as that all ;"
"All-of course not; and yet what do
we not find in that holy volume! History,