The Vinton record. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1866-1891, 1866-02-08
Misfellautor,s.
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.

girl"
"But, Fred suppose her intelligent
moral, full Of natural poetry, ten
der hearted, graceful, unspoiled by
admiration, guileless, simple Low
ing creature"
"Oh," said Fred, "a choice col
ection of virtue and grace. Coun
Try beauties are always sweet, anG
o are country cows. No, | tel
you, if she was as lovely as an an
gel, with the best sense in the
world, still, if unskilled in music
md literature, with no soul above
churns and knitting-needles,
you'd not marry her for a fortune
ala! HAP laughed Helen Irving
but it was very pianissimo laugh,
way down in the very corner of her
hesrt. Hidden by the trunk of a
rec, she sat reading within a few
feet of the egotist.
In another moment the Young
man came in sight. Fred's face
crimsoned, and he whispered in
visible terpidation,
Do you think size heard mep
'No,' rejoined the other audiLly
She shows no resentment, sh. 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
econium. She sat half reclining
on rustic seat, striving to smooth
out the dimples in her cheeks as
she laid her book aside and began
to twine a finished wreath of wild
roses.
Leaning on one white arm, the
gnarlsd white oak tree a back
ground, flowers strewed around her,
peeping from her white dress, she
sat quite at her ease, apparently
unconscious that two handsome
young gentlemen were so near her.
Approaching with u low bow,
upon which his mirror had set the
seal of faultless elegance. Freder-
ick Lane took the liberty of asking
if the young lady would infrom him
where Mr.. Irving lived.
With an innocent smile the
beauty looked up.
'Mr, Irving, the only one living
in the village, is my father said
she rising in charming and grace
full manner. The large house on
high ground, half hidden by trees
and thick shrubbery, that's where
We live. believe it was an acad-
emy once, that's a sort of a select
school, isn't it p with the most nat
ural simplicity, turning to Fred.
He replied with another grace
ful bow.
Tell your father said he, that I
shall do myself the honor to call
upon him tomorrow. He will re-
member me, Frederick Lane, at
your service
Yes sir, l Will tell him for you,'
said Helen, tucking her sleeve
around her pretty arm, and making
4 rather formal courtesy. Then
catching up her books, and gather
ing the scattered flowers, she hur-
RED home.
Now, father, mother, aunt and
;is,' exclaimed the merry girl bound
ing into the room where the family
we're at supper, so sure as you
md | live, that Mr. Lane, you talk
80 much about, is in the village.
lie will call here to-morrow-the
irst specimen Of a city beau, Gas of
course he will all sentiment, re-
faultless in kids and spot
less 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 his presence, because l have
plan. Father will not, l 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 respect
full said her father.
Forgive me, dear father and
her arms were around his neck. Ial-
ways mean well, but am thought
.ess. There, all is right now,' she
added, kissing him lovingly on the
temple.
Come, sis, what say youp
why, on that condition, T'll be
as still as mouse but what's your
'easonP
'Ah that's my own,' said Helen,
lancing out of the room.
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