Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1869-12-16

Yes, quite. like 1t better than any
thing else-that is, | mean can churn
WE'LL
And do you read much? Fred's glance
had travelled from the corners of his eyes
to every table, shelf and corner, in search
of some books or papers, but not a page
or leaf, yellow or rare. repaid his search.
oh, yes, sir said Helen with sane
titled air.
'What books permit me to ask
1 read the Bible good DEAL she
said gravely.
is that all 2
ALL of course not, and do we not find
i'll tie Bible, history, poetry. eloquence,
romance-the most thrilling pathos-
blushing and recollectipg herself, she
added with a manner as childish as it was
before dignifed, sas for other books, let
me see I've got in my library there's
the Primer, Second Glass Reader, Robi-
son Crusoe, Nursery Tales, Fairy Stories,
two OF three elements of something BIZ
ography of some person or other, Moth
er's Magazine, or King William ILL.,
There isn't that good assortment.
Fred smiled.
Perhaps I don't know as much as those
who have been to school more she added,
as disappointed at the mute rejoiner, but
in making bread and churuing butter. and
in keeping house | am not to be outdone.'
TIE young man felt more in pity than
in love, but his visits did not always SO re-
suit. He began to feel magnetic attrac-
ton and he mainly attributed it to He
lens beauty but the truth is her sweet
ness and artlessness of character, engag
ing manners and disposition. quite won
the city bred aristocrat, Fred Lane
There was freshness about everything
she said or did, She perplexed as well
as delighted him.
Often as he Was wondering how some
homely expression would be received in
good society, some beautiful sentiment
would suddenly drop like pearl from her
lips, more remarkable for originality than
brilliancy.
If | should fall into the snare thought
he, I can educate her. It will be worth
trying.
1t was useless to combat with passion,
so at last be fell at Helen's feet, fgurative-
ly speaking, and confessed his love for
her.
4 care not Helen. only be NINE was
his invariable answer to her. explanation
Of unwortliness. How would she appear
to society,"
x =: y
They we're married. had returned from
their wedding tour, and yet at the expir-
alton OF their honeymoon, Fred was more
in love than ever. At grand enter
taipment given by the relatives of the
bridegroom, Eelen looked more beautiful
than ever Her husband did not insist
that she should depart from her simplicity
and indeed without jewels or laees, with
that tress 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, blaz-
ing with light, her heart failed her.
Shall | love him as dearly she asked
herself if find he is ashamed Of me? |
can not bear the thought; but should he
overcome all conventional. notions, then |
have husband to be honored, and then
he shall be proud of his wife
How she watched him as he presented
her to one and another.
Simple whispered a magnificent girl,
resplendent with diamonds, as she curled
her lips and passed by. The observation
neither escaped Helen nor her husband.
She looked at him. He smiled lovers
smile, and only drew her closer to his
side Many in that brilliant throng pit
led poor Fred, and wondered why he had
martyred himself on the shrine Of igno-
rant rusticity.
| But he 0 joy he seemed to love her
the more as she clung to his arms so tim
idly. his noble face expresses the pride he
truely felt, lie looked as though he would
have swept back the scorners with one
motion of the hand, had they venturcd
one wave too high on the score of his pride.
He seemed to excuse every word not IN
strict conformity to etiquette; and Helen's
heart beat high and tears came TO her
eyes, when she felt how noble heart she
had won.
The young bride stood near Der hus-
band talking in low tone, when new
conner appeared. She was a beautiful,
slightly formed creature, with naughty
features. Il-coucealed scorn lurked In
the brilliant eyes whenever she glanced
towards Helen Once she held sway,over
his heart, and hearing whom he had mar
riea she fanciea her time had come.
DO you suppose she knows anything ?
whispered a low voice near her.
Holcn's eyes sparkled, her face flushed
Indignantly She turned to her husband
He was gone, speaking at distance with
a friend.
DO you play Mrs. Lane?' she asked
There was a hooking tone in her voice.
"A little answered Helen, her cheeks
blushing.
Aud sing :?
"A little was the half reply.
Then do us favor exclaimed Mis-
Somers, looking askance at her compan
ions.
Come, 1 myself will lead 10 the instru
ment'
Hank whose mastery touch Instant
ly was the half spoken word arrested, tn
cold ear and naughty head were turned t
listening surprise. Such melody. Sucl
correct intopations Such breadth AM
vigorous touch ! Who is she? She play
like an angel.
And again bark A voice rolls-a foo
Of melody clear powerful, and passin'