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

IIelen's eyes sparkled-her fair brow
flushed indignant. She turned to her hus-
band. He was gone; speaking at a little
distance with friepd.
Presently Marion Summers turned to-
wards her.. '-'.' :. i'--- '.''
"Do yousplay. Mrs. Lane" she asked,
there was a. Knocking tone in her voice.
GA li,tle,'' answered Helen, her cheek
burning.
"And slng?' Is. =''
"a little.' was the calm reply. 20
Then do favor us.' she exclaimed,
looking askance at her companions !;
'scome myself will lead you to the in
| fstrument." '+
Hark whose masterly touch 2" in
stantly was the half-spoken word arrested
the cold ear and naughty head were
turned in listening surprise. Such melo-
dy! Such correct intonation! Such breadth
depth, and vigor of touch; "who is she ?
she plays like an angel
And again bark! A voice rolls; food
of melody. clear, powerful, passing swec.
-as,onishment paints many a fair cheek
deeper scarlet There is silence
unbroken, as the silvery tones float up.
Aye 4! care not for cold neglect,
Though tears uubi,iden start, lsr< Hi
And scorn is but bitter word, s.s-.
Save when it breaks the heart.
~ If one he true ~ &ss--s
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The world may careless be-, sa gss...-
Since may only keep thy. love,
Aud tell my grief to thee.
GLORIOUS voice. said Fred to his friend
who with the rest had paused to listen,
"who can it bel" ss s.- ea-
The words were suddenly. arrested on
bis lips. She had turned from the piano,
and the unknown was his own wife. "a.
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., M eez
II he was speechless with amazement,
she was not so. A rich bloom mantled
her cheek triumph made her eyes spar
kle as they never did before-they flashed
like diamonds. 4 crowd gathered to com
plimeht her. In graceful ackno owledgment
she blended wit and humor. y,
How well she talks'-swho would have
thought it - Fred's little wife-he has
found treasure were whispered round
the room. v e,5as ,....---
Meanwhile Frederick Lane. Esq, stood
like one enchanted, while his poorsli,tle
rustic wife quoted books and authors with
perfect abandon-admired this one, con
demned that. A sedate' looking student
lost himself in Latin quoiation-I Helen
smilingly finished it, and received look
eloquent with thanks. Bonmots. rep artee,
language rich in fancy and imagery, fell
from her beautiful lips, as if she had just
received touch from some fair wand.
Still Fred walked by her side like one
in dream-pressed his hands over his
bewldered sight to be sure Of his senses,
when he saw her bending vision Of lowell
ness. over the harp-her full arm leaning
on its golden strings. heard again that rich
voice, now plaintive with some tender mem-
ory. rise and fall in sweet and sorrowfnl
cadence. s..s-r
Tell me- said he, when once alone
with her, .what does this mean who are
you? feel like one awaking from dream
Only country girl said Helen grave
ly, then falling into her husbands arms,
she exclaimed forgive me; | am tina,
very little rustic that you would die ra,her
than wed. Are you sorry you married
me 2 .-. -..s...,.. ~. 80, So. ,.....5-
{, Sorry, my glorious wife! but really.
you could not surely deceive me. But did
| not understand that you had never
Been at an academy she broke in !;
never took a music lesson-never was
taught how TO sing-all true. And yet |
am all you see me tonight myself my
own teacher; with labor and diligence,
trust am worthy to be the wife of one so
good and exalted as | find my husband 10
be- r...- So 80.
Reader; wouldn't you and like to be
there Just now. and hear her story she
laughing between smiles, her pretty face
all dimples as she tells him how she ban
ished 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, sue
ceeded in convincing well7bred city gen
tleman, that he could marry a charming
rustic. even if her fingers were more famll-
lar with churn and itting-needles, than
the piano or harp.--OHue. Branch, a7ege
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