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

You're mistaken, would sooner die
than marry country girl
But, Fred, suppose her intelligent,
moral, full of natural poetry, tender
hearted, graceful, unspoiled by admiration
a guileless, simple, loving. creature.
Oh said Fred laughing, choice col
lections of virtue and grace. Country
beauties are always sweet, and SO are coun-
try cows. No, tell you if she vas love-
ly as an angel with the best sense in the
world, still if unskiled in music and lit
eratnre, with no soul above churns and
needles, | would not marry her for for
tune
'Ha! ha ? laughed Helen Irving, but
il was very pianissimo laugh, was down
In tie very eortser Of hors heart. Hidden
by the trunk of large tree, she sat read
ing within few feet of the egotist.
In another moment the young lady
came in sight. Freds face crimsoned,
and he whispered with visible trepldation.
DO you think she heard me ?
NO. rejoined the other audibly, she
shows no resentment, she 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 out
ward beauty might merit the encomium.
She sat half reclining on rustic seat,
striving TO smooth cat the dimples in the
cheeks as she laid her book aside and be-
gan 60 tuine an unfinished wreath OF
roses.
Leaning on one white arm. the gnarled
white oak tree back ground, flowers
strewcd around her, peepiug from her
white dress, she sat quite at her ease, APP
parently, unconscious that TWO handsome
young gentlemen were SO near her.
Approaching with low bow, upon
which bis mirror had set the seal of fault
less 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.
Mr. Irving, the only one in the vii
lage is uy father said she, rising in {
graceful manner, 'the large house or
high ground half hidden by trees anc
thick shrubbery, that's where we live.
believe it was an academy once, that's {
sort of select school, isnt't it with thu
most natural simplicity, turning to Fred
lie replied with another very graceful
bow.
Tell your father said he, that | slal
do myself the honor to call on him to
morrow. lie will remember me, Freder
lex Lane, at your service
Yes, sir, | will tell him for you saie
Helen, tucking her sleeve around hei
pretty arm, aud making to him forma
courtesy. Then catching up her book
aud gathering some flowers, she hurrie'
home.
Now, father, mother, aunt and sis,
exclaimed the merry girl, bounding IN til
room where the family were at supper
SO sure as you and [ live, that Mr.. Lane
is in the village. He will call here to
morrow the first specimen Of a city beau
Gas of course he isl all sentiment, refine
ment, faultless in kind and spotless i
dickey, important and self-assured as on
of the kind can possibly be. Promise me
all of you, that you will not lisp on
word about music, reading and writing i
his presence, because | have q plan. ia
Their will not, know, but if you sis, wi
keep quiet and ask no questions, | wi
give you the work box you have coyete'
so long
'Helen, you are not quite respectable
said her father.
Forgive me, dear father and her arm
were around his neck. L always mea
well, but | am thoughtless. There, a
right pow, she added, kissing him loving
~ on the temple.
Come sis, what say you?
why, on that condition, III be as stl
as mouse; but what's your reason
All that's my own business, said III
leu dancing out Of the room.
X !. !. X \
Helen sat at an open window, throne
which rose bushes thrust their blushir
buds, making both a sweet shade and FRI
GRANGE. The canary over head, burstr