Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-07-04
From the Olive Branch"
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.


e. You are mistaken. l would sooner
die than to wed mere country beauty"
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral, full of NATURES poetry-tender~
hearted, graceful, unspoiIed by adulation
"a guileless. simple, loving creature :"
"Aye |" said Fred, laughing, "a choice
cluster Of virtues and graces. Country
beauties are always sweet and simple, so
are country COWS. No tell you if she
was lovely as an angel, with the best
sense in the world, still, if unskilled in
music and literature, with no soul above
churns and knitting needles, [ wouldn't
marry her for a fortune"
d" Ha, ha," laughed Helen Irving i
but it was very pjanisSimO laugh, away
down in the corner of her little musical
heart. Hidden by the trunk Of a large tree,
she sat reading within few feet of the
egotist.
In another moment the young man came
IN sight Frfd's face was crimson, and
he whispered in visible trepdation, lido
you think she heard me %
j" No." re- oined the other, half audibly
-" she shows no resentment, she has
are safe; she could not have heard you
but what an angel she is !"
Yes. Helen was an angel as far as out
ward beauty might merit the cncomium
She sat half reclining on a rustic seat,
striving 20 smooth out the dimplcs in her
checks, as she laid her book aside and be
gaa to Irvine finished wreath Of wild
| roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the gnarIcd
white oak trunk back ground, flower
stcwn around her, Peeping from her bright
locks and scattering over her white dress,
! she sat quite at her ease, apparently I'M
aware thaC two handsome young gentle
men were very near.
Approaching with low bow upon which
his mirror had set the seal Of fruitlcss
/ elegance, Frederick Lane took the liberty
OF asking if the young lady would be kind
enough to inform him where Mr.. Irving
| lived.
With an innocent smile the beauty
looked up. "Mr. Irving the only Mr.
Irving in the village is my farher,'' She
said, rising in a charmingly graceful man
ner. The large house" she continued
" on high ground half hidden by trees
aud thick shrubbery-that's where we
live. l believe it was au-an academy
once-that's sort of select school isn't
it % with the most natural simplicity,
turning to Fred.
He replied with another graceful bow.
L" Tell your father" said he, "that
shall do myself the honor to call on him
to morrow. He will remember me,
Frederick Lane. at your service"
Yes, sir, I'll tell him wo:d for word u
replied Helen, tucking her sleeve round
her pretty arm, and making rather for
NAL courtesy. Then catching up her book
and gathering tho scattered flowers, she
hurried towards home.
"NOw {; Their, mother, aunt and sis"
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding in the
room where the family were at supper,
as sure as you and live, that Mr.. Lane
you talk about SO much is in this village
| He will call here tomorrow, the first
specimen Of a city beaux Gas of course
he will bel all sentiment, refinement,
faultIess in kids, and spotless in dickey-
important and as self,assured as one OIL
that like can possibly be.
Promise me. all of you, that you'll not
lisp word about music. reading or wri-
ting, in my presence-because havs a
plan.
Father will not I know only give him
newspaper. Aunt Minnie never talks
mean in company. and mother will be
too glad to see me churn butter and mend
stockings. Sis, your rattle OF the tongue
is the only thing fear, but if you keeE
quiet and ask me no questions, 1 viii
give you that work box you have cove
ledGso long"
a." Ella, you are not quite respectful,
said her father gravely.
Forgive me. dear father" and he1
arms were round his neck, {" Away.
mean well. but I'm so thoughtless. Their,
all is right now" she added, kissing hin
lovingly on the temple.
I Come SIS what say you ?"