The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-11-09
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.
NJ JAMES LESTER.

S'!.C'u', uhsIoiieu ny aiHliTati0h,
guilclcss, simple, loving crcature?" r.
co." said Fred, laughing, "choicc Sc
lection Of virtue aud grace Country
beauties are always sweet, and so are
country cows. No, tell you, it she was
as lovely as an angel, with The best sense
i'll the world, still if unskillcd in ltera-
turc and music, with no soul above churns
and knitting needles, / woud not marry
her for n fortune"
"Ha, ha!' laughed Helen Irving
Hidden by the trunk of a tree, she sat
reading within u few feet Of the eaotiss.
In another moment the young lady
came in sight. Frcd's face crinsoncd,
and he whispered in visible trcpidati0n,
DO you think she heard mc?"
No." rejnincd the other, nudibly, "shc
hns not even looked from her buok. You
are safe"
Leaning on onc white arm, the old oak
tree in the background, flowers strewcd
around her, she sat quite at ease, appn-
rcntly unconscious that two handsome
young gentlemen were near her.
Approaching with low bow, upon
which his mirrow had set the stamp Of
fauitless elegance, Frederick Lane iook
The liberty of asking il the young lady
would inform him where Mr.. irving
lived.
With an innocent smile the lady looked
up. "Sir. Irving, the only one living in
the village, is my ather," she said. rising
IN graceful and charming manner.
"Thc large house OH high ground, half
hidden by trees and thick shrubbery;
there is were we live"
Fred replied with very graceful
bow.
TELL your father | shall do myself
the honor to call on him tomorrow. He
will remember mc-Fredcrick Lane, Mt
your service"
Yes, sir, will tell him." said Helen,
tucking her sleeves around her pretty
arms, and making rather formal cour-
tesy. Then, cntching up her books and
gathering the scattered flowers, she hur-
ried home
Now, father, mother, aunt and sis,"
exclaimed the merry girl bouncing into
the room where the family were ut s.n-
per, $50 sure IA you and live, that MI.
Lane you talked so much about is in the
village. He will call here Tomorrow,
the finest specimen Of n city beau, (ns, OF
course, he will BEL all sentiment, fault
less in kid and dickey, important and
seli-asstlred as one Of the kind can possi-
bly, be. Promise me, all of you, TINT you
Will not lisp one word about music, read
ing and writing in his presence, because
l have plan. Father will not know.
and II you, sis,. will be quiet and ask no
questions, I will give you that work!box
you have coveted 30 long"
why, on that conditions Ill be as
still as q mouse, but what's the rea-
son Pr
"Oh, that's my own business" said
Helen, dancing out Of the room.
Helen sat ut the open window. through
which roses thrust their blushing buds,
making both shade and sweet fragrance.
The canary overhead burst forth every
moment in wild snatches of glorious
music. Helen was mt work on long blue
stockings, nearly finished, and her fingers
flew like srow-birds.
"Ye9 knit most admirably; are you
eyes, quite; like it better than nny.
thing else-that is, I mean / can churn
Sand do dI you i read much ?, ! Fred,s + qd,
glance >hnd Travelled from the corners of
his eyes to every table, SHELF and oeorner.
In search of books and papers, but not q
page, yellow or red, repaid his search. ~
.Oh. yea" said Helen, with a sancti- |
tfCU ,SfI. ,c4t tier -
fWhat booka2 permit mo to asks.
- read this Bible. nigood deal" she
said, gravely.ap noYiu I aGaz
'tIs that all 2" 81 81
"Ail of course not Yet, what do
yol not find in the Bible7 History, po-
etry, eioquence, romance, the most thrill
,,ng paehos :; blnshing, aud recolleetipg
herself, she added in q manner as chilG.
ish rs it had before beon dignified: GAS
for other books, let me SEQ what I have
got III my library; there's the Primmer,
counting on her tingers,) Second class
Reader, Robinson Crusoe, Nursery Tales.
two or three Elements of something. Bi.
ography of some person or other, Moth
er's Magazine, and King William III.
ment ?''
Fred smiled.
"PerhapsfI i do not know as much MS
those who have been TO school more. . she
added, rs if disappointed at the mute re-
loinder; "but in making bread, churning
butter and keeping house, I am not 10 be
out-done"
The young man felt more in pity than
in love, but his visits did not ALWAYS go
result He began to feel a magnetic at
traction, and he mainly attributed il TO
Helen's ihAantvE hiitytha Ifalthl ia har
sweetness and aFtless character, engaging
manner and disposition, quite won the
city-bred aristocfat, Fred Laiie. There
was a freshness about everything shc did
or said. She perplexed as we'll as de-
lighted him. i'.liiI'
Often, as, as he was wondering how
some homely expression would be re-
ceiyedE In society, some beautiful senti-
inent: would suddenly drop like pearl
from hers lips, Us remarkable for original
ity as for brilli1ticy. etsi Fif Sssei
IT 81 should fall into the snare - Thought
he, II can educate her; it will be worth
trying" 80. sj.s ,.If s3ja sIsi.
y Itis useless to combat tho tendsr pas-
sion go at. last he fell at Helen's feet.
iigpratiyeIy speaking, and confessing his
love for her. ,si 3 53ii lT
"I care not, Helen, only be mine y was va
his inyaFiable answer to, her declaration
of unwortbineSs, "howyOn would appear
IN society" . g.rs ,s..3tst
3 iney were married, had returned frc-a
their ding our, md yet, at the expi.
ration OF their honeymoon, Fred was
more la love than ever ia & q gsafd an
te Hnient gi isen by tie relatives of the
bride Helen laAked still ) moro |
beantifel Her husband did not ipsist
that sslle should sdepSrt from sinplicity.
and aIHdeed In lflie Absence of all yfsweifv
in her simple White robe, she wss by fiif
the raost lovely creature in the room