Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1858-02-06
Only 4 COUNTRY GIRL.

'fT&nrefpi4aken; I woald sooner
die 81 nav J mere country beau
..Ht,gEha, suppose her intslli-
rent, moral, full Of natures poetry,
tender-hesrted, graceful, unspoiled by
admiration, guiieless, simple-loving
creature. ..s..
"Ah," said Fred, laughing, ga
choice cluste, OF virtue and grace
Country beauties are always sweet and
siEplassand 30 are country cows. No,
IA 5on, IL she was as lovely as an
A18el With the world, still if unskilled
IN music and literature, with no soul
above churns and knitting-needles, ]
would not marry her for fortune F."
asnHa! hal" laughed Helen Irving,
Auk it was very pianoissimo laugh
away down in the corner Of her heart.
Hidden by tie trunk of large tree,
she sa. reading within few feet of the
vaotist.
s@lh another moment the young men
came in sight. Fred's face was Grim
con, and be whispered in visible trep'-
dation:
DO Won think she heard me:"
"No," replied the other half audi
tiY-she shows no resentment, she has
ape:Scyen looked up from her book, you
mre safe, she could not have heard you,
but what an angel she is"
Yes Helen was an angel, as far as
outward beauty might merit the enco-
'sni;um. She sat half reclining on rus
tic seat, striving to smoothe out the
dimples in her cheek as she laid her
book aside, and began to Irvine finish
cd wreath Of wild roses.
Leaving one white arm, the gnailed
white oak tree back ground, flowers
s.rewn around her, peeping from hel
white dress, she sat quite at her ease
apparently unconscious that two hand
some Young gentlemen were so very
near.
Approaching with q low bow, upon
which his mirror had set the seal Of
,aultless elegance, Frederick Lane took
s's'1iberty Of asking if the young lady
wosl inform him where MIR. Irving
looked up.
:" MIR: lrV' 9! the only one in the
village is my taher," said she, rising
IN a charming ana graceful manner
"The large house on .ioh oround hall
hidden by trees and tx E. Q sbrnbberv
that's where we live. I tlieve It wa,
-ian academy once, that's sor.of selec
school, isn't it ?" with the most 4atura
simplicity, turning to Fred.
He replied with another gracett
bow.
& Tell your father" said he, i" tina
/ shall DO myself the honor to call up
-@on him tomorrow. He will remembe
me--Frederick Lane, at your service
Eyes, sir, will tell him for you,
replied Helen tucklng her sleeves aroun'
rher. pretty arm, and making a rathe
formal courtesy. Then catching VI
her books and gathering the scattered
flowers she hurried home.
"Now father, mother, aunt ane
Sis" exclaimed the merry girl, bound
ing, into the room where the family
were at supper, $50 sure as you and ]
live, that Mr.. Lane you talk so much
shout, is in the village. He will cal
here tomorrow the first specimen Of
city beau, as Of course he will :: all
sentiment, refinement, faultless in kids
and spotless in dickey, important and
self assured as one Of that ilk can pos
IDLY be. Promise me all of you that
you will not lisp one word about music,
reading and writing in my presence,
because I 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 SO
long"
.s,,ss Helen, you are not quite respect
full" said her father, gravely.
Forgive me, dear father and her
arms were around his neck. [ al
ways mean we'll, but am thoughtless:
There, all is right now,'' she added
kissing him lovingly on the temple.
'Come, sis, what say YOU"
"Why on that condition, I'll be as
still as a mouse, but what's your rea-
SOM" p" $500 -.
I Ah! that's my own business" said
Helen dancing out of the room.
"a Ha*
Helen sat at an open window, thro'
which rose bushes thrust their blushing
buds, making both sweet shade and
fragrance. The canary overhead.
burst forth every moment in wild
snatches Of glorious music. Helen was
Ut work on long blue stocking, near
" finished, and her fingers flew like
snow birds.
You knit most admirably. Are
you fond Of it!''
sssYes, quite, I like it better than,
than anything else = that is | mean, l
mean can churn WE'LL"
And do you read much 20 Fred's
chances had travelled from the corner of
his eyes over every table, shelf and cor
ner, in search of some books or paper.
5 But not q page, not leaf, yellow OF
rare, repaid his search.
.." O, yes!" said Helen, with self
satisfied glance.
SIX What books, permit me to ask Z"
.MIrssd the Bible good deal, !" she