Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1869-01-27

dcred why he hau WNllliNH ""'
shrine of ignorant rusticity'
But he! o, JOY he seemed to love her tne
more az she chung to his arm so tlmidly us
noble face expressed the pride he truly ieli,
and he looked as il he would have swept
hack the scorners with one motion OF his
hand had they venured one wave too high
ON the score Of his pride He seemed to ex- .
,u.e every look. every word not in strict con-
formity to etiquette; and llelen's heart beat
hirh. and tears came TO her eyes, when she
felt how noble q heart she had won.
The Young bride stood near her husband
talking in low tone, when a new conner ap-
reared. She was a beautiful, slightly formed
creature. with naughty features. lll-conccal-
ed scorn lurked in the brilliant eyes whenever
She glanced toward Helen. Once she held
sway over his heart, and hearing whom he
had married she fancied her time had come.
Do You suppose she knows any thing
whispered a low voice near her.
Helens eyes sparkled; her face flushed IN
dignantly. She turned to her husband. lie
was gone speaking alta distance with friend.
Do you play, Mrs. Lane r. she asked
There was a mocking tone in her voice.
A little" answered Helen, her cheeks
blushng
And sing2"
"a little, +" was the half reply.
Then do Us favor" exclaimed Miss So
mers looking askance at her companions.
Come, myself will lead to the instru-
mcut'
IIark whose mastery touch ? Instantly
was the halfspoken word arrested the cold
ear and naughty head were turned in listen
ing surprise. Such melody Such correct
intonations Such breadth, depth and varied
touch Who is She She plays like an
angel
And again bark \ voice rolls-a food
Of melody clear powerful and passing sweet
establishment gives many a faint cheek deep
scarlet. There is a deep silence unbroken
/ aud the silver strains float out
Ave care not for cold neglect
Though tears unbdden start,
And -corn is but bitter word
save when it break, the heart.
Ii one he true,
If one be true,
The world may careless be,
Since may only keep my love.
And tell my grief tn thee
Glorious voice ~ said Fred, to his
friend, who with the rest had paused to
listen.
Who can she -"
The words were suddenly arrested on nj,
lips She turned from the piano, and the
unknown was his wife
congratulate you, Fred said Ia,
young man at his side, but he spoke to mar
BILE The color had left his check as he walk
ed slowly toward her.
, If he was speechless with amazement, 81
. was not she. a rich bloom mantled he
check, triumph made her eyes sparkle a
s they never did before they flashed lik
t diamonds. \ crowd gathered to compliment
4 her. In graceful acknowledge sh
blended wit and humor.
a " How well she talks who would hay
!. thought it ? He has found a treasure wa
d whispered all around the room.
4; Mean while, Frederick Lane stood like on
< enchanted, while his little rustic wife quote
s. books with perfect abandon, admired this on,
/, condemned that
e A sedate looking student lost himself in
s Latin quotation Helen smilingy fnishe
it, and She received a look of eloquent thank
c Bonmots, repartee, language rich with fame
d and imagery fell from her beautiful lips, q
l. if they had received touch from some fair
= hand.
Still Frederick was by her side like one
It dream, and pressed his hands over his b,
h wildcred eyes TO be sure Of his senses, whe
he saw her bending, breathing vision {
i loyeliness, over the harp, her full arm leanin
= on its golden strings, and he heard again tha
rich voice, now plaintye with some tendC
is memory rise and fall in sweet aud sorrowtt
l. cadence.
i Tell me-" he said, when alone, VIII,
does this mean? | feel like one awakene
from dream"
ir "Only country girl said Helen the
# falling into her husbands arms, she exclain
n cd, forgive me, am that little rustic thu
y you would sooner die than wed. Are 20
d sorry you married me ?"
d Sorry r. my glorious wife But, Hcel
l. you could not deceive. Did | not unde
h stand you had never"
e. Been at an academy" she broke in
y #" never took music lesson, never was taugl
to sing all very true, and yet | am all 20
2 see me here tonight, myself my own teacl
er with labor and diligence, | hope al
ID worthy to be the wife of one so good aud e,
| allied as find my husband to be-"
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