The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-09-06

"Anu slng!
"a little," was the calm reply. ,
"Then do favor US, she exclaimed, look.
ing Oskance at her companion: !
myself will lead you to the instrument"
Hark! whose mastery touch! Instantly
was the half spoken word arrested-the cold
ear and naughty head were turned in listen
ing surprise. Such melody! Such breadth,
depth, and vigor o: touch-"Who is it! she
plays like an angel!"
And again bark! voice rolls flood of
melody, clear, powerful, passing sweet--as.
tonishment paints many fair cheek deep
er scarlet. There is slence-unbroken us
the silvery tones float up.
Aye! care l not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start; ....
And scorn Is but a bitter word, ..
Save when 1t breaks the heart.
Ifone be true
Ifone be true ...
The world may careless be,
Since may only keep thy love,
And tell my grefto thee
"Glorious voice." said Fred to his friend
who with the rest had paused to listen, "who
can it be!"
The words were suddenly arrested on his
lips. She turned from the piano, and the
unknown was his own wife.
81 congratulate you, Fred" said the young
man at his side, but he spoke as to marble.
The color had left his cheeks, as he walked
slowly toward her.
If he was speechless with amazement so
was not she. A rich bloom mantled her
cheeks-triumph made her eyes sparkle as
they never did before-they flashed like dia-
monds. A crowd gathered to compliment
her. In graceful acknowledgment she
blended wit and humor.
"How we'll she talks; who would have
thought it! Fred's little wife--he has found
treasure" were whispered round the ROOM
Meanwhile Frederick Lane, Esq, stood
like one enchanted, while his poor little rus
tic wife quoted books and authors with per-
feet abandon--admired this one commend
ed that. sedate looking student lost him
self in latin quotation. Helen smilingly
finished it, and received look eloquent
with thanks. Bonmots, repartee, language
rich in fancy and imagery, fell from her
beautiful lips, as If she had just received u
touch from some fairy wand.
Still Fred walked by her side like one in
a dream--pressed his hands over his bewi!
dered sight to be sure of his senses, when
he saw by her bending, a breathing vision of
loveliness, over the harp--her full arm lean
ing on it's golden strings-heard again that
rich voice, now plaintive with some tender
memory, rise and fall in sweet and sorrow.
full cadence. .sr...-
"Tell me-" said he when once alone with
her, "what this means; who are you! feel
like one awaking from Dream .7
"Only country girl, said Helen,gravely
then falling into her husbands arms, she
exclaimed, Forgive me; l am that very lit
tie rustic that you would rather die than
wed. Are you sorry you married mel"
"Sorry, my glorious wife! but ELY, you
could not surely deceive me. Did mot un-
understand that you had never"
"Been at an academy" she broke n,
"never took music lesson-never was
taught how to sing-all true. And yet
am all you see me to night-mysef my own
teacher with labor and diligence, l trust
am worthy to be the wife Of one so good and
exalted as ! find my husband to be-"
Reader, wouldn't you and l like to be
there just now, and hear her story !! she
laughing between smiles, her pretty face al
dimples, as she tells him how she banished
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, succeeded in convincing
well-bred city gentleman that he could mar
ry country rustic. even If her fingers were
more familiar with churhing and knitting
needles than the piano or harp.
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