The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-06-08

.ttSss7 assiS I
"sYoU. are mistaken | would sooner
die than wed mere country beauty"
But. Fred, suppose her intelligent.
moral. full OF natures poetry lender
hearted, graceful, unspoiled by aduiation
L--a guiltless, simple loving ere alure-'''''s
sss.F... :. Aye !" said Fred. laughing. '.a choice
cluster Of. virtues and graces. Country
beauties are always sweet and simple, so
isafe country COWS. MOI I,telt 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
and knitting needles, | wouldn't marry her
for fortune" s,lA2s',ti'f.9<jl''5'5' -
i7assHa, ha." laughed Helen Irving bu,
twas avery pianissimo laugh. away down
in, the very corner Of her musical little
heart. Hidden by the trunk Of large
tree, she sat reading within a few feet on
dly, of the egotist. sf Ia.lie eI
ca Anolher moment The young men came
within sight Fred's face was crimson,
and he whispered in visible 'trepidation,
"do you think she heard %
.No," "rejoined the other half audibly
-ss she shows no resentment; she has not
even looked up from her book; you are
zsssie, she could not have heard, you-but
,xmhst, an angel she is - '.r.si.az sspg
eva. Yes, Helen;was an angel as far as out
sward beauty might merit encomiums She
sat halt lfreclining on a rustic seat, striving
to smooth out the dimples in her cheeks,
as she laid her book aside, and began to
twine q hall finished wreath Of wild roses.
- Leaning on one white arm. the gnarled
oak trunk back ground, flowers strewn
around her, peeping from her. bright locks,
and scattered over her white dress, she sat
quite at her ease. apparently unaware that
two handsome young gentlemen were SO
very near. ~ ~ ....I i,,s,l,,s.sa..,.,
- Approaching with bow. upon which
his mirror had set her seal Of faultless ele-
- canoe, Frederick Lane took the liberty OF
asking II the young lady would be kind e.
nough to inform him where Mr.. Irving
With an innocent i smile the beauty look.
-ed up. =. Mr. Irving the oRly Mr.. Irving
in the village is my father = she said, rails
=, ing ia charming. graceful manner. ....The
large house,, she continued, son high
ground. half hidden by trees, and thick
! ,shrubbery-that's where we live. Ibelieve
!. II was an-an academy once-that's, a sor
of select school, isn't it e. she said in the
most natural simplicity, turning 10 Fred.
! He replied with another graceful bow.
Tell your father" said he, that !, shal
do myself the honor to call on him to.mor
row. He will remember me-FredericH
Lane, at your service - 80.
t.Yes, sir. I'll tell him word for word, ,
replied Helen, tucking her Sleeve round
"a. her pretty arm, and making rather form,
(. sal courtesy Then catching up her bool
and gathering the scattered flowers, she
hurried towards home. Il tazs -. ? e es'.s's ~
ae .ss4' Now father, mother. aunt and sis,
* exclaimed the merry girl. bounding intt
!, the room where the family were at supper
s'as sure as you and / live, that Mr.. Lane
all talk SO much about is in the village
He win call here to.morrow-the first prop
eT specimen Of city beau, as Of course