Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-07-04

burning.
e And sing 2"
"a little" was the calm reply.
+" Then do favor u.s." she exclaimed,
looking askance at her companions
&c come myself will lead you to the in
strument"
Hark whose mastery touch {? In,
stantly was the half spoken word arrested
the cold ear and naughty head were
turned in listening surprise. Such melo~
dy! Such correct information Such
breadth, depth, and vigor of touch J.
Who is it? She plays like an angel
And again, bark voice roll, flood
of melody, clear, powerful, passing sweet.
astonishment paints many fair cheek a
deeper scarlet. There is silence unbro-
ken as the silvery tones float up.
Aye care I not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start !;
And scorn is but a bitter word,
Save when it breaks the heart.
If one be true.
If one be true
The world may careless be,
Since 1 may only keep thy love,
And tell my grief TO thee.''
Glorious voice." said Fred to his
friend, who with the rest had paused to
listen. Who can it be 2"
The words were suddenly arrested on
his lips. She turned from the piano, and
the unknown was his own wife.
Il congratulate you, Fred" said the
young man at his side, but he spoke to
marble. The color had left his cheek, as
he walked slowly towards her.
If he was speeches with amazement,
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her cheeks. triumph made her eyes spar>
kle as they never did before; they flashed
like diamonds. A crowd gathered to com
pliment her. In graceful acknowledge
ment she blended wit and humor How
we'll she talks; who WOULD have thought
it? Fred's little wife he found treas
sure, were whispered round the room.
Meanwhile Frederick Lane, ESQ.,,
stood, like one enchanted, while his little
rustic wife quoted books with perfect
abondon admired this one, commended
that. A sedate looking student lost him
self in latin quotation. Helen smiling
finished it, and she received look clo-
quent with thanks. Bonmots, repartee,
language rich in fancy and imagery fell
from her beautiful lips, as if she had just
received a touch from some fairy wand
Still Fred walked by her side like one in
dream, pressed his hands over his be-
wiIdered sightto bel sure of his senses, when
he saw her bending, a breathing vision OF
loveIiness, over the happier full arm
leaning its golden strings-heard again
that rich voice, now planitive with some
tender melody, rise and fall in sweet and
sorrowful cadence.
Tell me-" said he. when once alone
what does this mean ? 1 feel like one
awakening from dream"
Only country GIRL" said Helen
graveIy, then falling into her husband $
arms, she exclaimed, "Forgive me am
that very rustic that you would rather die
than wed. Are you sorry that you mar
ried me 2"
" Sorry, my glorious wife !! But, Ely,
you could not deceive me. Did 1 not
understand you that you had never
Been at an academy, she broke in, ne
yer too music lesson never was taught
how to sing all true. And yet am all
you see me tonight; myself my own
teacher with labor and diligence, trust
| am worthy to be the wife Of one so good
and exalted as find my husband to be.
Reader, wouldn't you and like to be
there just now and hear her story, she
laughing between smiles. her pretty face
all dimples as she tells him how she ban
ished 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, sue
ceeded in convincing well-bred city gen
tlemen that he could marry charming
rustic, even if her fingers were more ia
miliar with churn aud knitting needles,
than the piano or the harp.
The DUEL BETWEEN CUNNING AND Nc
d UFF1E.-A correspondent of the
Charleston Mercury gives an account of
the duel between these distinguished men
and mentions the circumstances hereto