The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1853-07-01
The Family Circle.
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.

lou are mistaken. j would soon
er die than wed mere country beauty" "
But Fred, supposing her intelligent,
moral, full of natures poetry-tender
hearted, graceful, unspoiled by adula-
tion-a guileless.graceful, simple, loving
creature"
"Ah!' said Fred, laughing, "a
choice cluster Of virtues and graces.-
Country beauties are always sweet, and
guileless, and simple, SO are country
cows. No! tell you if she was as love-
ly as an angel, with the best sense in
the world, still if unskilled in music
and literature, with no soul above churns
and knitting-kneedlcs | wouldn't mar
ry her for a fortune !"
Ila. ha" laughed Helen Irving.
but it was a very pianissimo laugh,
away down in the corner Of her musi.
cal little heart. Hidden behind huge
tree, she sat reading within few feet
only Of the egotist.
Another moment the young men
came within sight. Fred's face was
crimson, and he whispered in visible
trepidation, ado you think she heard 2"
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 angel she is 7"
Yes, HelcRwas an angel as far as
outward beauty might merit the en-
comium. She sat half reclining, on n
rustic seat, striving to smooth ont the
dimples in her cheeks, as she laid aside
her book and began TO twine half fin.
ished wreath Of wild roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the knarl-
ed oak trunk a back ground, flowers
strewed around her, peeping from her
bright locks,and scattered over her white
dress-she sat quite at her ease, appar-
emily unaware that the two handsome
young gentlemen were so near her.
Approaching with low bow, upon
which his mirror had set the seal Of
faultless elegance, Frederic Lane took
the liberty of asking if the young lady
would be kind enough to inform him
where a Mr. Irving lived.
With an innocent smile the beauty
looked up. Mr. Irving the only Mr.
Irving in the village is my father" she
said rising in a charmingly graceful
manner. "The large house." she con-
iinued, on high ground, half hidden
by trees and thick shrubbery-ihat's
where we live. ! believe it was an
academy once--thats sort OF select
school isn't il Y with The most natural
simplicity turning to Fred.
lie replied by another graceful bow,
"Tell your father said he. that shall
do myself the honor Of calling on him
tomorrow. lie will remember me
Frederic Lane at your service"
Yes sir, Ill tell him word for word"
replied Helen, ,tucking her sleeve around
her pretty arm, and making rather n
formal courtesy. Then catching up her
book and gathering the scattered flow
ers, she hurried towards home.
Now father, mother. aunt and sis"
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding in
10 The room where the family were Mt
supper. As true as you and ] live
that Mr. Lane. who you all talk about
so much is in the village. lie will call
here to morrow--the fret proper sPeci-
men ola city beau; (as Of course be
viii bel all sentimsni, refinement, fault
less in Kids, and spoiless in dickey-im-
portani and self assured as one of that
ilk can lie.
Promise me every one Of you, that
You'll no, lisp a word shout music,
reading. or writing in my presence
beeause-beeause ] have got a plan
Father will not, only give him news
paper, Aunt Minnie never iAlks-and
mother will be too glad 10 see me ehUrn
butter aud mend stockings. SIS, your
rattle ola tongue 10 the only thing ]
fear, bat II you will keep quiet and ask
me no questions, wiii give you that
work box you have coveted 20 long.
"Eila, YOU are not quite respectful
said her father grAsely-
-Forrive me, dear fAiher, and Lsr
arm. yer, folded roand be hees. l