The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1876-11-08

sentiment would suddenly drop iil1
pearl from her lips. as .remarkabl
Tor originality as for brilliancy.
''If ] should fall into the snare :
| thought he. 81 can educate Her :;
| will be worth trying"
4 1t is useless to combat the tende
Fpassion, so at last he fell at TIelen'i
feet, fguratively speaking, and con
fessed his love for her.
81 care not. Helen, only be mine, :
was his invariable answer to Ler de
claration of unHorthiness, show you
would appear in society,"
They were married. bad returned
from their wedding tour. as yet, al
the expiration of their honeymoon,
Fred was more In love than ever.
At grand entertainment given by
the relatives of the bridegroom,
Helen looked still more beautiful.
Her husband did not insist that she
should depart from simplicity, and
indeed in the absence of all jewelry
in her simple white robe she was by
far the most lovely creature in the
room.
AS she entered the great saloon
blazing with light, her heart falsered-
Shall love him as dearly,' she
| asked herself. ''if fpd he is asham
ed OF me? I can't bear the thought !;
but should he overcome all conyen-
tionaf notions, then | have a husband
to be bonoTed, and he shall be proud
Of his wife,"
How she watched him as he pre-
sented her to one and another.
Simple" whispered a magnif-
cent girl resp'endent with diamonds,
as she curled her lips, and passed
by. The observation escaped neith-
or Helen nor her husband. She
looked at him. He smiled a levers
smile, and drew her closer to his side.
Many in that brilliant gathering
pitied poor Fred. and wondered how
he had martyred himself on the
shrine of Ignorant rusticity.
The young bride stood near her
husband, talking in a low tone. when
new conner appeared. She was a
beautiful, straightforward creature,
with naughty features. Ill-concealed
scorn lurked in the brilliant eyes
whenever she glanced at Helen.
Once she had held sway over the
heart of Fred, and hearing whcm he
had married. she fancied her time
had come.
DO you suppose she knows any
thing?' whispered low voice.
Helen's eyes sparkled; her face
flushed Indignantly. She turned to
her husband. He was gone, speak
ing at distance with friend.
do you play, Mrs. asked
the naughty belle. There was q
mocling tone in her voice.
"a little,' answered Helen, her
cheeks blushing,
'sAnd sing?''
"a little" was the half reply.
Then do us a favor" exclaimed
Miss Somers, looking askance at her
companions. Come, myself will
lead you to the piano"
Hark whose mastery touch? In,
stantly was the haIf-spoken sentence
arrested; ; the cold ear and head
were turned in listening surprise
Such melody such breadth. deptt
aud vigorous tones! Who is she
! She plays like an angel!
And bark again A voiee--a flow
of melody; clear, powerful, ard pass
ing sweet. Astonishment gives
many fair cheek deep scarlet.
"a glorious voice." said Fred tt
his friend, who, with the rest, hat
stopped to listen.
"Who can She"
The words were suddenly arrested
on his lips. She turned from th'
piano, and the unknoW was his wife
IF he was speeches. with amaze
ment, she was not.
''How we'll she talks! Who woulC
have thought it? He has found ;
treasure" was whispered all arounc
the room.
"Fell me-" said he, when the.
were alone, "what does this mean
I feel like one awakened from =
dream"
"Only country girl. said Helen
then, folded in her husbands arms
she added. II am that little rusti
that you would rather die than we'd.
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