Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1866-03-07
NIISCELLANH-
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.


die than marry a mere country girl
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral, fall Of natures poetry, tender
hearted, graceful, unspoiled by admi
ration, q guiieIess, simple, loving crea-
ture'
Oh said Fred laughing, "a choice
collection Of virtue and grace Coun-
try beauties are always sweet, and so
are country cows. No, | tell you if
she was as handsome as an angel, with
the best sense in the world. still, if un
skilled il music and literature, with
Ho soui :,Doye churns and 1nttin-
uoaales. [ would n0J-malry her for q
fortune
,Ia! ina = laughed Helen Irving but
II was Il very pianlssimo laugh, way
down in the corner Of her heart Hi.-
den by the trunk ot q Iarge tree. SIZE
sat reading within a few feet of the
egotist.
In another moment the young man
came in sight. Fred's face was Grim
son, and he whispered in visible trepi-
datiOn
DO you think she heard me?'
No rejoined 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 what an angel she is
Yes, Helen was an angel as far as
outward beauty might merit the enco-
mium She sat half reclining on rus
tic seal, striving to smooth out the
Gj'0p!es on her checks as she LAID her
book aside and began to twine an IN
finished wreath of wild roses
Leaning on one white arm, the gnarl-
ed white oak tree a back ground, she
Eat quite at her ease, apparently un-
conscious that two handsome young
gentlemen were so very near her.
Approaching with low bow, upon
which his mirror had set the seal OF
taultIess Grace, Fedrrick Lane took
tho liberty OF asking if the young lady
would inform him where Mr. Irving
lived
With an innocent smile the beauty
looked up.
'Mr. Irving, the only one in the vii
lage, is my father said she rising in
charming and graceful manner The
large house on high ground, half hid
den by trees and thick shrubbery; that's
where we live. | believe it was an
academy one, that's sort of select
school, isn't it? with the most natural
simplicity, turning to Fred.
He ereplied with another very grace
ful bow.
Tell your father said he, that |
shall do myself the honor to call upon
him tomorrow He will remember
me, Frederick Lane, at your service
Yes sir, | will tell him for you, re-
piled Helen, tucking her sleeves around
her arm, and making a rather formal
courtesy. Then catching up her book
and gathering the scattered flowers
she hurried home.
Now, father, mother, aunt and sis
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding in
to the room where the family were at
supper, 80 sure as you and live, that
Mr.. Lane, you talk 50 much about. is
in the village. He will call here TO-
morrOw-the first specimen of n city
beau, Gas OF course he will be- all sen
timeat, refinement, taultless in kids.
and spotiess in dickey, important and
self assured as one OF that kind can
possibly be. Promise me, all of YOU.
that you'll not lisp one word about
music, reading and writing in my pres
ence, because | have 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.
Forgive me, dear father and her
arms were around his neck. 4 always