The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1867-09-11
5For tle Mutlte Girele.
DNLYz7sA A COUNTRY GIRL.

ONLY a. COUNTRY GIRL.
:. ssYou're mistaken, L would sooner die
than. marry 8: mere country girl. -"
cssBut,. Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral, full of natural poetry, tender
hearted, graceful, .unspoiled by admira-
:tion, a-gniIeIess, simple, loving creature" /"
:aOh, said Fred, laughingly,, "choice
COLLECTION of virtue and grace. Country
). beauties are always sweet, and so are
country COWS. No, tell you, if she was
as lovely as on angel, with the best sense
inSsthe world, still if unskilled in music
;ltand literature, with no soul above churns
and knitting needles, / would not marry
her FOR a. fortune
= rtatHa! hap laughed Helen Irving, but
1T was a very pianlmissino laugh, way
down in the very corner. Of her heart
Hidden by the trunk of large tree, she
sat reading; g;within few feet OF the speak
: In another moment the young lady
come iins sight: Fred's face crimsoned,
: and :he-whispered in, visible trepidation:
:: : Dc; YOU think she heard me 2" =.
!: sSaNo, reloined the other audibly-"she
shows no. resentment, she has not even
looked up from her boek-you are safe;
she: could not. have heard you, but what
an angel she is. - - ...,.
=. Yes, Helen was an angel rs far as out
ward beauty might merit the. encomium.
She sat half reclining on rustic seat,
STRIVING to smooth out the dimples in her
cheeks as she laid her book aside and be-
. gan to. twine a finished wreath Of wild
roses. -.
leaning on one white arm, the gnarled
white oak tree "a back ground, flowers
lstfeWed around her, peeping from her
:. white dress, she sat quite at her ease, ap-
J, parently unconscious that two handsome
young gentlomen were so near her.
\. Approaching with low bow, upon
which: his mirror set the seal of faultless
elegance, Frederick Lane took the liberty
Of asking if the young lady would inform
: him where Mr.. Irving lived.
; With an innocent smile the beauty
! looked up.
:. esMr. Irving, the only one living in the
:. village, is my father,D said she, rising in q
graceful and charming manner. .The
large; house on high ground, halt hidden
by trees and thick shrnbbery, that's where
Weliye. I believe. it was an academy
.4ence, that's a sort of select school, isn't
it ?,,,EWith the most natural simplicity,
turning to Fred. So -
!: ; sHe;replied with another graceful bow.
sssTell your father,' said he, "that l
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" said
Helen; tucking her sleeve around her
pretty arm, and making rather formal
courtesy Then catching up her book:
: and gathering up the scattered flowers,
she hurried home
ssNow, father, mother, aunt and sis"
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding into
the room where the family were at sup
Der. per $50 sure as you and live, that MIR.
Lane you talk so much about, is in the
village. He will be here tomorrow
!: the first specimen of . city beau, las OF
: course he will bc,) all sentiment, refine
;. ment, faultless in kids and spotless in
dickey, important and sclfassured 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
'shis presence, because I have plan.--
Father will not, know, but if you, Bis,
will keep quiet and ask no questions,
: will give you that work box you have
.eoveted.so long,
: saHelen, you are not quite respectful,
said her father.
ssForgive me, dear father" "and her arms
!. were around his neck. ~ always moan
). well, but. I am .thoughtless. There, all is
right now" she added, kissing him low
;iingly on the temple.
|, ;.;laCome, sis, what say you r -,
!. sjssWhy, on that condition, I'll be as still
as mouse; but what's your reason r. :,
,>sAh ]! that's my. own business" said
sHelen, dancing out of the room.
81. 4 x
Helen sat, at an open window, through
which rose bushes thrust their blushing
buds, making both sweet shade and fra
GRANGE. The canary, overhead, burst
forth every moment in wild snatches of
glorious music. Helen was at work on
long blue stockings, nearly finished, and
her fingers flew like snow birds.
aYou knit most admirably Are you
fond of it?"
ayes, quite, like it better than any
thing else-that is, mean, I can churn
we'll"
HAnd do you read much 2" Fred's
Glance had travelled from the corners OF
Ris ewes to every table, shelf and corner,
in search Of some books or papers, but
not o page nor leaf, yellow or rare, repaid
aOh. yes" said Helen, with o sanctifed
air.
aWhat books2 permit me to ask"