Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-07-28

| him iovelngly on the temple.
Come sis. what say your
! why, on that condition, I'll be as still
as mouse; but what's your reason?'
'Ah. that's my own,' sang Helen. dam
cling out OF the room.
You knit admirably and Fred looked
on with all unconscious smile of admira-
ton.
Helen sat at an open window, through
which rose bushes thrust their blushing
buds. making both sweet shade and fra
GRANGE. The canary overhead. burst out
every moment in wild snatches OF glori-
Gus music. Helen was at work on
long blue stocking which was nearly f n
ished, and her fingers flew like so many
snow birds.
You knit admirably; are you fond Of
it?'
Yes quite. like il better than-tlan
ny:hing else-that isl mean--I can
churn very WELL
And do you read much?' Fred's CLAN
ces had travelled from the corner of his
| eyes. on every table, shelf and corner, in
search of some book or paper. But not
a page, not leaf, yellow or sere, repaid
his search.
oh! yes said Helen; with self SAL
isfed glance.
What books. permit me to ask
Il read the Bible good deal, she an
sw cred sravely.
Is that al?'
All; Of course not; and yet wha do we
not find in that holy volume? History.
poetry, eloguence, romance--!he most
thrilling pathos--' Biushing and recol-
lecting herself. she added with a manner
as childish as it had been dignilied.
AS for other bookshelf Inc see--
I've got iii my library--frst. there's the
primer, Counting on her fingers) second
class reader, Robinson Crusoe, nursery
tales, fairy stories. two or three elements
of methng--history o: some thing--b
ography of some'person or other. moth
ers magazine, King Richard the third
there. isn't that good assortment
Fred smiled
Perhaps | don't know quite as much as
those who have been 10 school more. she
added, as if disappointed with his mute
rejonder, but in making bread. churning
butter and keeping housr, I'm not to be
outdone.
| The young man left her more in pity
than in love. but his visits did not always
/ so result. He began 10 feel magnetic
attraction which he vainly attributed to
Helen beauty; but the truth is, her sweet
artessness of character, engaging man.
ners, and gentle disposition. quite won
upon the city bred and aristocra;ic Fred
Lane. There was freshness and refine
| ,neGt about everything she said and did.
She perplexed as well delighted him.
Often, as he was wondering how some
homely expression would be received in
good society, some beautiful sentiment
would suddenly drop. like pearl. from
| her lips not more remarkable for origin
ality than brillial cy.
| If / should fall IN the snare thought
/ he, Il can educate her. 1t would be
worth trying
| 1t was useless to combat with his pas
sions; so at last ne fell at Helen's feet
(fguratively speaking) and confessed his
love.
Il care not, Helen, only be mine." was
his invariable answer to her exclamations
of uuworthiness; how she should appear
i'll fashionable society. etc., etc.
They were marrled-had returned from
the wedding tour, and at the expiration
love than ever. At a good entertainment
given by the relatives of the bridegroom,
Helen looked most beautiful.
| Her husband did no, insist that she
should depart from her usual simplicity,
and indeed. without Jewels or laces, 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 l love him al dearly she asked
herself, If find he is ashamed of me?-
cannot bear the thought; but should he
overcome all conventional notions. then
have husband worthy to be honored,
then shall he be proud Of his wife,
How she watched him as he presented
her one to anotherl
Simple whispered a magnificent look
ing girl, resplendent with diamonds, as
she curled her lip and passed by. The
observation escaped neither Helen nor
her husband. She looked at him. He
smiled lovers smile. and only drew her
closer to his side. Many. many in that
brilliant gathering pitied poor Fred,
wondered why lie had martyrsd himself
on the shrine of ignorant rus,icity.
But he. oh JOY! he seemed only TO love
her the more as she clung 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 ventur-