The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1867-09-11
~ read the Biblo a good DEAL" sh

: aAll-of. course not; and what do we
not find in the Bible? History, poetry,
| eloouence, romance-the most thTllilnS
Epathos, -blushing, and recollectlng her
self, she added, with a manner as chlloish
as it before had been dignifed-"as 1or
the other books, let me see, I've gos IN n
my library-there's the primer, (c4ent,ng 1nadng
on her fingers, Second C1aSs IN ss, hgaaor, Eo;nr,
Robinson. Crusoe, Nursery Iales, Falry
Stories, tw6 or three elements Oh some
thing, Biography of some persons 2no or ctn-
Ter. Mothers Magazine, and Aing Nllliam
| sIII. There, isn't thata good assortment"
| Fred smiled.
aperbaps / dom 'tknow as much as those
who have went to school more" she add
ed as if disappointed at the mute rejoin-
der. "but in making bread and churning
butter, and keeping house, I am not to be
outdone."
/ The young man felt more in pity than
in love, but his visits did not always so
result. He began to feel a magnetic at
traction, and he mainly attributed it to
Helen's beauty but the truth is, her
sweetness and artlessness of character,
engaging manner and disposition, quite
won the city bred aristocrat, Fred. Lane.
There was o freshness about everything
she said or did. She perplexed q we'll as
delighted him.
Often as he was wondering how some
Ehomely expression would be received in
good society, some beautiful sentiment
would suddenly drop like pearl from her
| lips, more remarkable for originality than
brilliancy.
eff should fall into the snare" thought
The, 81 can educate her; it will be worth
trying"
1t was useless to combat his passion; so
at last he fell at Helen's feet, fgurative-
ly speaking, and confessed his love for
her.
81 care not, Helen, only be mine," was
his invariable answer to her exclamation
of unworthiness, "How she would ap-
pear in society"
| They were married, had returned from
their wedding tour, and yet, at the expi-
ration of their honeymoon, Fred. was
. more in love than ever.
At a grand, entertainment, given by the
relatives: of the bridegroom, Helen looked
more beautiful. Her husband did not in
sist that she should depart from simplici-
lty, and indeed, without jewels or laces,
with that fresh white robe, simple sash of
blue, and ornaments of fair moss rose, she
was by far the most lovely creature in the
| room.
/ AS she entered the great saloon, blazing
Ewith light, her heart failed her.
sShall I love him as dearly" she asked
Iherself, eff find he is ashamed of me-?
II cannot bear the thought; but should he
tovercome all conventional notions, then |
1 have a husband to be honored, and then
he shall be proud of his wife. :"
How she watched him as he presented
1 her to one and another.
"Simple," whispered magnificent girl,
rcsplendent with diamonds, as she curled
j her lips and passed by. The observation
Eeseaped neither Helen nor her husband.
She looked at him. He smiled a lovers
smile, and only drew her closely to his
side. Many in that brilliant gathering
pitied poor Fred. and wondered why he
had martyrcd himself on the shrine Of
Ignorant rusticity.
But he! O, joy! he seemed to love her
the more as she clung to his arm SO tim
idly, his noble face expressed the pride he
truly felt; he looked as if he would have
l3swept back the scorners- with one motion
of his hand, had they ventured one wave
too high on the shore of his pride. He
seemed to excuse every look, every word,
| not in strict conformity to etiquette; and
Helen's heart beat high, and tears come
| to: her eyes, when. she felt how noble q
heart she had won.
The young brido stood near Ler hus
band, talking in q low tone, when new
conner appeared She was beautiful
slightly formed creature, with naughty
features. Ill-conccaled scorn lurked in
the brilliant eyes whenever she glanced
towards Helen. Once she held sway over
the heart of Fred, and hearing whom he
had married, she fanced her time had
come.
"Do you suppose she knows anything?"
whispered in a low voice near her.
Helen's eye sparkled, her face flushed
Indignantly. She turned to her husband.
BE was gone, speaking at little distance
. with a friend.
"Do you play, Mrs. Lane?" she asked.
1 There was mocking tone in her voice.
s.A little" answered Helen, her cheeks
blushing.
"And sing"
IA little," was the half reply.
sThen do us the favor" exclaimed Miss
Summers, looking askancc at her COM
panions.
aCome, Tmysclf will lead you to the
instrument"
Hark whose masterly touch In
stantly was the half spoken word arrest
ed-the cold ear and naughty head were
turned in listening surprise. Such mclo-
dy Such correct intonations Such
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