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

" You are mistaken. l would sooner
die than to. wed mere country beauty"
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent,
hearted, graceful, pnspoiled by adulation
"a guileless. simple, loving creature"
"Aye p said Fred, laughing, ga choice
cluster of virtues and graces. Country
beauties are always sweet and simple, SO
are country COWS. No ! l 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 fortune"
L" Ha, ha," laughed Helen Irving -
but it was very pianlssimo laugh, away
down in the corner of her little musical
heart. Hidden by the trunk of a large tree,
she sat reading within a few feet OF the
In another moment the young man came
IN sight. Frfd's face was crimson, and
he whispered in visible trepidation, ".do
you think she heard me %
" 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 isl"
Yes. Helen was an angel as far as out
ward beauty might merit the encomium.
She sat half reclining on a rustic seat,
striving 10 smooth out the dimplcs in her
cheeks, as she laid her book aside and be-
ga1 to twine finished wreath of wild
| roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the gnarled
white oak trunk background, ilowels
stewn around her, peepng from her bright
locks and scattering over her white dress,
she sat quite at her ease. apparently un-
aware thaC two handsome young gentle
men were so very near.
Approaching with a 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 father" she
said. rising in charmingly graceful mans
ner. The large house." she continued
g on high ground half hidden by trees
and thick shrubbery-that's where we
live. believe it was au-an academy
once-that's sort of select school isn't
it o. with the most natural simplicity,
turning to Fred.
He replied with another graceful bow.
"Tell your father" said he, that l
shall do myself the honor to call on him
to, morrow. He will remember me
Frederick Lane, at your serviCe.'
eyes, sir, I'll tell him wo:d for word >"
replied Helen, tucking her sleeve round
her pretty arm. and making rather for.
NAL courtesy. Then catching up her book
and gathering the scattered flowers, she
| hurried towards home.
"Now f; ther, mother, aunt and sis"
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding in the
room where The family were at supper,
&c as sure as you aud live, that Mr.. Lane
you talk about so much is in this village.
He will call here tomorrow, the first
specimen Of city beaux; Jas of course
he will be aall sentiment refinement,
faultless in kids, aud spotless in dickey-
important and as self,assured as one Of
that like can possibly be.
Promise me. all of you, that you'll not
lisp word about music, reading or wri-
ting, in my presenoe-because havs a
plan. .. p.
Father will not I know only give him
a newspaper. Aunt Minnie never talks,
I mean in company, aud 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 keep
quiet and ask me no-questions. will
give you that work box you have cove,
ted4so long" ~
=" Ella, you are not quite respectful, ~
said her father gravely.
Forgive me. dear father" and hel
arms were round his neck. g 1 alway.
mean well. but I'm SO thoughtless. There
all is right now" she added, kissing him
lovingly on the temple.
| "Gome. sis, what ssyyO ?"