The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-09-23
MISCELLANY.
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.

than marry a mere country beauty"
''But Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral, full of natures poetry, tender hear
ted, graceful, unspoiled by admiration a
guileless, simple loving creature"
"Aye," said Fred, laughing, ga choice
cluster of virtue and grace. Country
beauties are always sweet and simple and
so are country cows. No, 1 TIL YOU if
she was as lovely as an angel, with the
best sense in the world, still If unskiiled
in music and literature, with no soul
above churns and knitting needles, l would
not marry her for fortune"
''Ha, ha! laughed Helen Irving, but
it was a very pianissimo laugh, away
down in the corner of her heart. Hid
den by the trunk of large tree, she sat
reading within few feet of tn egotist
In another moment the young men
came in sight. Fred's face was crimson,
and he whispered in visible trap;dation:
'Do you think she heard me?'
"No," rejoined the other half audlbly
-''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 iss
Yes, Helen was an angel as far as out
ward beauty might merit the encomium.
She sat half reclining on a rustic seat,
striving to smooth out the dimples in her
checks, as she laid her book aside and be-
gan to Irvine q finished wreath of wild
roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the gnarled
white oak tree back ground, flowers
strewn around her, peeping from her
bright locks, and scattered over her white
dress-she sat quite at her ease, apparent
" unconscious that two handsome yonng
gentlemen were so very near.
Approaching with a low bow, uro1
which his mirror had set the seal of fault
less elegance, Frederick Lane took the
liberty of asking if the young lady would
inform him where Mr.. Irving lived.
With an innocent smile the beauty
looked up.
"Mr. Irving, the only one in the vii
lage is my father" said she, rising in a
charming, graceful manner. "The large
house, on high ground, half hidden by
trees and thick shrubbery, that's where
we live. ! believe it was an--an acade-
nv once-that's sort OF select school
isn't ~" with the most natural simplicity,
turning to Fred,
He replied with another very graceful
bow.
"Tell your father said he "that l
shall do myself the honor to call upon him
tomorrow. He will rememberme-Fred-
erick Lane, Mt your service"
Eyes, sir, | will tell him for you,
replied Helen, tucking her sleeves around
her pretty arm, and making rather q for
nal courtesy. Then catching up her
book and gathering the scattered flowers
she returned home.
"Now father, mother, aunt, and Sis,
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding into
the room where the family were at sup
per, $50 sure as you aud | live, that Mr..
Lane you talk SO much about is In the
village. He will call here tomorrow, the
first specimen of city beau, Gas of course
he will BED all sentiment, refinement
faultless in kids, and spotless in dicky,
important and selfassured as one of that
ilk can possibly be. Promise me all of
you that you'll not lisp word about mu-
sic, reading and writing in my presence,
because | have plan. Father will not,
I know: but if YOU sis, will Keep quiet,
and ask no questions, [ will give you
that work box you have coveted 80 long,!
"IIelen, YOU are not quite respectful,
said her father gravely.
Forgive me, dear father" and her
arms were around his neck. 81 always
mean well, but | an SO thoughtless.-
There, all is right now," she added, kiss
ing him lovingly on the temple.
"Come sis, what say you?"
"Why on that condition, III be as still
as mouse; but what's your reason?"
"Ah! that's my own" said Helen dan
cling out of the room.
4 X x
Helen sat at an open window, through
which rose bushes thrust their bhshing
buds, making both q sweet shade and ira
GRANGE, The country overhead burst
forth every moment in wild snatches Of
music. Helen was at work on a
long blue stocking, nearly finished, and
her fingers flew like snow birds.
"You knit most admirably. Arc you
fond of it,"
"Yes, quite, l like it better than
than anything else-that is, | meanl can
churn WELL"
"And do you read much!" Frsd's
chances had travelled from the corner OF
his eyes over every table. shelf and cor
ner, in search of some book or paper. But
not q page, not leaf, yellow or sere, re-
paid his search.
30! yes" said Helen, with self-satis-
fed glance.
'What books, permit me to ask 2
Il read the Bible a good deal, she
said grave,y.
us tina. alll"
"Ana of course not, and yet what do
we not find in the Holy Bible! History,
poetry, eloauence, romanee-the most
pathos'-blushing and rccollect-
ing herself, she added. with manner as
childish as it had before been dignifed,
''as for other bookshelf me Solve got
in my Ehysry-there's the primer, (count-
ing on her hngerst second c,sss Reasley,