The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-08-19


who have gone to school more," she added, as
il disappointed at the mute rejoinder, s'but in
making bread and churning butter and keeping
house, am not to be outdone."
The young man felt more in pity than in
love, but his visits did not always 50 result
He began to feel a magnetic attraction, which
he mainly attributed to Helen's beauty; but
the truth is, her sweet artlessness Of character
engaging manner and disposition quite won
the city-bred, aristocratic Fred Lane. There
was freshness about everything she said or
did. She perplexed as well as delighted him.
Often as he was wondering how some home
ly expression would be received in good So
ciety, some beautiful sentiment would sudden.
ly drop like pearl from her lies, more re-
markable for originality than for brilIiancy.
"If should fall into the snare, )" thought he,
"I can educate her; it will BE- worth trying"
It was useless 10 combat his passion, 80 he
at last fell at Helen's feet (fguratively speak,
ing and confessed his love for her.
81 care not, Helen, only be mine," was his
invariable answer to her EXPLANATIONS of un.
worthiness, how she would appear in society,
etc.
They were married, bad returned from their
wedding tour, and yet, at the expiration Of the
honeymoon, Fred was more in love than ever.
Ats grand entertainment given by the friends
Of the bridegroom, Helen looked most beauti-
ful. Her husband dia not insist that she should
depart from simplicity; and indeed without
Jewels or laces, with that fresh white robe,
simple sash Of blue, and ornaments 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 aske her
self, 'sif I find he is ashamed Of me? cannot
bear the thought; but sh 'uld he overcome all
conventional notions, then have husband
TO be honored, and then shall he be proud of
his wife.
How she watched him as he presented her
to one and another.
"Simple," whispered magnificent girl, res
plerdent with diadem, as she curled her lips
and passed by. The observation 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 won-
dered why he had martyred himself on the
shrine Of innocent rusticity.
But he oh joy he seemed only to love her
the more as she clupg to his arm so timidly;
his noble face expressed the pride he truly
felt; he looked as if he would have swept back
the scern with one motion Of his hand, had
they ventured one wave too high on the shore
of his pride. He seemed to excuse every look,
every word not in strict conformity 10 etiquet-
te; and Helen's heart beat high, and tears came
to her eyes, when she felt how noble heart
she had won.
The young bride stood near her husband
talking in low tone when new conner ap.
peared. She was beautiful, slightly formed
creature, with naughty features. Ill-conceal-
ed scorn lurked in her brilliant eyes whenever
she glanced towards Helen. Once she held
sway over the heart Of Fred, and hearing be
had married, she fancisd her hour had come.
"Do you suppose she knows anything? ?'-
whispered a low voice near her.
Helens eyes sparkled, her fair face flushed
Indignantly. She turned to her husband. HI
was gone, speaking at little distance with a
friend.
"Do you play, Mrs. Lane ?'' she asked
There was a mocking tone in her voice.
GA !ittle," answered Helen, her cheek,
blushing.
"And sing?"
GA lit:le?" was the half reply.
"Then do Us favor" exclaimed Miss So
mers, looking askance at her companions
"Come, myself will lead you to the instru
ment."
Hark! what mastery touch? Instantly
was the half spoken word arrested, the cold
ear and naughty head were turned in surprise
Such melody such correct intonarions! Sucf
breadth, depth and vigorous touchi who il
she I? she plays like an angel.
And again bark! A voice rolls flood Of
melody clear, powerful and passing sweet
astonishment paints many fair cheek deer
scarlet. There is silence unbroken, and thu
silver strains float mp.
"Aye care I not for cold neglect
Though tears unbidden start;
| And scorn Is but bitter word.
Save when It breaks the heart.
| fone be true,
II one be true,
The world may careless be,
! Since l may only keep thy love.
| And tell my grief to thee.
ssGlorious voice - said Fred to his friend
who, with the rest had paused to listen
"Who can She
The words suddenly arrested on his lips
She turned from the Piano, and the unknown
was his wife!
'I congratulate you, Fred,' said the young
man at his side, but he spoke to marble. The
color had left his cheek, he walked towards
her.
II he was s2eechless with amazemeet &C
was not she. A rich gloom mantles her cheek
triumph made her eyes sparkle as they never
did before; they flashed like diamonds. A
crowd gathered to compliment her. Ingracefu
acknowledgment she blended wit and hu.
NOR.
elbow well she talks; who would have be-
lieved it! He has found treasnre," wsi
whispered oil around the room.