Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1858-07-29
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.

You are mistaken; l would sooner die
than marry mere country beauty
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent, NOR
al, full of natures poetry, tender hearted,
graceful, unspoiled by admiration, guile
less, simple, loving creature
] 'Ah, said Fred laughing, "a choice clus-
ter Of virtue and grace. Country beauties
are always sweet and simple, and so are
country cows. No, tell you if she was
a, lovely as an angel, with the world, still
ii unsklled in music and literature, with
no soul above churns and knitting needles,
| would not mary her for fortune
'Ha, ha.' laughed Helen Irving, but it
was very pianissimo laugh, away down
in the corner Of her heart. Hidden by the
trunk Of tree, she sat reading within a
few feet of the egotist.
IL another moment the young men came
in sight. Fred's face was crimson and he
whispered in visible agitation,
Do You think she heard me?'
No. replied 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 whstian angel
she is
Yes, Helen was an angel as far as out
ward beauty might merit the encomium.-
She sat half reclining OH a rustic seat, stri-
wing TO smooth out the dimples in her cheek
as she laid her book aside, and began TO
twlue a finished wreath of wild roses.
Leaving one white arm, the gnarled
white oak tree q back ground, flowers
strewed around her, a dainty slipper peep
ing from her white dress, she sat quite at
her ease, apparently unconscious that two
handsome young gentlemen were SO very
near.
Approaching with a low bow, upon
which his mirror had set the seal OF faultless
elegance. Frederick Lane took the liberty
Of asking if the young lady would inform
him where Mr.. Irving lived. -.F
With an innocent smile the beauty looked
up. ri .r
'Mr. Irving! the only one in the village
is my father, said she raising in a charm
ing and graceful manner, the large house
on high ground, half hidden by trees and
thick shrubbery: that's where we live. l
believe it was an academy once, that's
sort of select school, is mt it? with the most
natural simplicity turning TO Fred.
He replied with another graceful bow.
Tell your father said he, that shall DO
myself the honor 10 call upon him to-mor-
row. He will remember Frederick Lane,
at ycur service
Yes, sir, l viii tell him for you,' re-
piled Helen, tucking her sleeve around her
pretty arm, and making a rather formal cur
tesy. Then catching up her books and
gathering the scattered flowers, she hur-
red home.
Now father, mother, aunt and sis, ex-
claimed the merry girl, bounding into the
room where the family were at supper, $50
sure as you live, that Mr.. Lane you talk so
much about, is in the village. He will be
here tomorrow; the first specimen Of
city beau;- (of course;) all sentiment, re-
fnement; fautless In kids and spotless in
diokey, important and self-assured as one
of that ik can possibly be, Promise me all
of you that you will not lisp one word
about music, reading and writing in my
presence, because have q plan. Father
will not, know; but if you, sis, will keep
quiet and ask no questions, will give you
that work box you have coveted so long.
Helen, you are not quite respectful,
said her father, grasely. "a --.sa s71a
2 Forgive me, dear father and her arms
were round his neck. Il always mean well
but am ,houghuess. There, all is right
now kissing him lovingly on the temple.
21sComs, sis. what say your SIS sfslbds
why, on that condition, I'll be as still as