The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-09-23

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/ Fred smiled.
sPerhaps l don't know as much a
those who have went to school MORE" sh'
added, as if disappointed at his mute re
joiner, ''but in making bread and churn
ing butter, and keeping house, / am no
/ to be outdone."
/ The young man felt more in pity thar
love, but his visits did not always so result
He began to feel magnetic attraction
which he mainly attributed to Helen:
beauty; but the truth is, her sweet art
lessness Of character, engaging manner
and disposition, quite won on the city.
bred aristocratic Fred Lane. There was
a freshness about everything she said Oh
did. She perplexed as well rs delighted
him.
/ Often as he WAS wondering how some
homely expressions would be received
in good society, some beautiful sentiment
would suddenly drop Ike apearl from hel
! lips, more remarkable for originality than
briliancy.
eff 1 should fall into the snare, y
thought he, II can educ t. her; it will be
WORTH trying"
1t was useless to combat his passions
so at las lie fell at Helen's feet (igura-
lively spcaking) and confessed his love
for her.
Il care not, Helen; only be mine was
his invariable answer to her exclamation
of UNIV orthiness, how she would appear
in society, DC.
They were married-ha1 returned
from their wedding tour-and yet, at the
expiration of their honey moon, Fred was
more in love than ever. At q grand en-
tertainment given by the relatives of the
bridegroom, Helen looked most beauti-
full. Her husband did not insist that she
should depart from simplicity; and, in
deed, without jewels or laces, and the fresh
white robe, simple sash Of blue, and or
naments of fair moss rose, she was by far
the most lovely creature in the room.
AS she entered the great saloon, blazing
with light, her heart failed her.
'.Shall love him as dearly" she asked
herself, ".f | find he is ashamed of me {?
| cannot bear the thought; but should he
overcome all conventional notions, then |
have a husband to be bonored---and then
shall he be proud of his wife,
How she watched him as he presented
her to one another.
Simple, F" VIII spered magnificent
girl, respondent with diamonds, as she
curled her lips andpassed by. The OBJ
servation escaped neither Helen nor her
husband. She looked at him. He
smiled lovers smile, and only drew her
closer to his side. Many in that brilliant
gathering pitied poor Fred, and wonder
ell why he had martyred himself on the
shrine of ignorant rusticity.
But he! oh joy he seemed only to
love her the more, as she chung to his arm
so timidly; his noble face expressed the
pride he truly felt; he looked as if be
would have swept back the scorns with
one motion of his hand, had they ventur-
ed one wave too high on the shore of his
pride. He seemed to excuse every look,
every word, not in strict conformity of
etiquette; and He'en's heart beat high
high, and tears came to her eyes, when
she felt how noble heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her hus-
band, talking in q low tone, when new
conner appeared. She was q beautiful,
slightly formed creature, with naughty
features, and i'll concealed scorn lurked in
her brilliant eyes, whenever she glanced
toward Helen. Once she had held sway
over the heart of Fred, and hearing whom
he had married, she faneied her hour had
come.
Do You suppose she knows thing 2
whispered q low voice near her.
Helen's eyes sparkled-her fair brow
flushed Indignantly. She turned to her hus-
band lie was gone-speaking at a lit
tie distance with o friend.
s'Do you play, Mrs 7" she asked.
There was knocking tone in her voice.
"a little" answered Helen, her checks
hiushing.
"And singt'
"a little" was the halfrepiy
.sThen do us q favor" exclaimed Miss
Somers, looking askance at her compan-
ions. "Conle, | myself will lead you to
the instrument"
Hank! whose mastery touch! In
stantlv was the half-spoken word arrested
the cold ear and naughty head were
turned in listening surprise, Such melo-
DIV! Such correct intonations. Such
breadth, depth and vigorous touch. Who
she? She plays Ike an angel!
And again harl. A voice rolls-a
flood of melcdy; clear, powerful, and
passing sweet; astonishment paints many
a fair cheek deep scarlet. There is n
silence unbroken, and the silver strains
float up:
"Avei care moi for the cold neglect;
Though tears unbidden start;
And scorn is bat bitter word.
Save when il breaks the heart.
If one be true,
If one be true;
The world may careless be.
Since may only keep thy love;
And tell my grief to thee.
aGlorious voiceI' said Fred to his
friend. who, with the rest, had paused K
listen. Who can she-
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