Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-04-14
AY MORNING, PRIL IA. 1860.

a lover Of ronhn0. The tree was sketch
ed with e bold and spirited hand, ano
laid within the leaves Of the book she
had brought with her. She sat com
pletely hidden from the roadside, though
very near, quietly enjoying the breeze
that came with a soft, undulating swell
rich with the fragrance from many a hay
field. Slowly sauntering along, came two
young men. one Of them bearing a small
yalise that looked more as if it were filled
with an artists materials thar the ward.
robe of a fashionable traveller. They
paused neal the elm.
"Ol | shall soon get sick of this, Ned"
said the younger and handsomer man.
F." After a sketch or two, | guess I'll make
for the hotel"
II told you SOL replied the other /;
/" but you know what old aunty says,
" things is mighty onsartain." You may
not only fall in love with this old coun
try place, but with some red checked,
bright eyed counsA lassie with a fine
farm in prospects, beauty you know"
You mistake me, Ned, if you think
so /; | had rather die and be buried at
once, than wed a mere country beauty"
But my dear fellow, suppose her in
telligont, modest, full of natures poetry,
tender hearted, graceful, unspoiled by
adulation, aguileless, simple, loving crea.
ture-"
aye" cried Fred, laughing a choice
cluster of accomplishments and graces.-
Country beauties are always sweet, gen
orally simple, often guileless; so are cows.
No, no ; | tell you, if she vas as lovely
as an angel, gifted with common sense,
killed in butter making and quilting,
aye, even if she turned out unexception-
able bread, still if untaught in music and
literature, with a soul welded to churns,
ovens and knitting needles, l wouldn't
marry her for al fortune"
.Ha, hs. laughed +a4ie Irving rbut
it was a very Pidaissamo laugh. away down
in her little heart. Hidden by the trunk
she turned ovekthe leaves Of her book,
them loudly, and laughing heart
lily to herself.
Another moment and a slight knoll re.
vealed the lovely girl. Fred's face turned
crimson, he bit his lips and whispered in
visible trepidation, do you think she
heard n
"No," the other rejoined, somewhat
confused, " she would betray herself if
she had-she is evidently engrossed in
her book, you are safe, | imagine she
could not have heard you-but what an
angel she is Who can she be r"
Yes, Nellie was an angel, as far as
outward beauty might merit the name
She sat reclining on her rustic seat, striy.
ing to smooth ont the dimples in her
cheeks, as she laid her book demurely
aside, and bggaaAplucksthe moss from
the roots. Leaning On one white arm,
the gnarled oak trunk a background, a
red geranium blossom twined in her
glossy hair, she sat quite at her ease, ap
parently that two handsome
young gentlemen were so very near.
Approaching with a low bow, upon
which his mirror had set the seal of fault
less elegant. Frederick Carleton spoke to
Nellie. Would she pardon the liberty.
but he was seeking the house Of Mr.. Irv.
ing and if she would have the kindness
to inform him where he resided, &c.
The beauty looked up with an innocent
smile, full in The face Of the handsome
young
Mr.. Irving happens to be my father,
sir" she said, rising gracefully from her
recumbent posture. DO you see the
large brown house on high ground, near.
ly hidden by the trees? That's where
we live +; it's a very nice place, sir used
to be an-an acgdez&-do they call il
sir ?-isn't that d sort Of select school? p
turning with the most natural simplicity
to Fred.
"Tell your fatheA said he, that ]
shall do myself the honor to call on hin
tonight. | believe he expects me-"
Yes sir, he does,r replied Nellie, tuck
ing her sleeve around her pretty arm
" yes sir, I'll tell him, wScd for word
she added, making a formal courtesy
Then catching up her book, she hurried
towards home.