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speaking, and confessed his love for her.
81 care not, Helen; only be mine" was
his invariable answer to her exclamation
of unworthiness. ~

piration Of the honeymoon, Fred was more
IN love than ever, AT a grand entertain
ment given by the relatives of the BRIDE
groom, Helen looked more beautiful than
ever. Her husband did not insist on her
departing from her simplicity, and in
deed, without Jewels or aces, with that
fresh, white robe simple sash OF blue and
ornaments Of fair moss roses, she was by
far the most lovely creature in the room.
AS she entered the erea. saloon, blazing
with light, her heart failed her.
Shall love him as dearly" she asked,
"if find he is ashamed of me? | cannot
endure the thought; but should he over
come 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 magnificent gill,
resplendent with diamonds, as she curled
her lips and passed by. The observation
escaped neither Helen nor her husband.
He smiled lovers smile, and o1ly drew
her closely to his side. Many in that bril-
lisat gatherisg 'pitied poor Fred, and Won
dered that he had martyred himself On
the shrine of ignorant rusticity.
But no, oh, joy he seemed to love her
the more as she clusg to his arm timidly.
his noble face expressing the pride he
truly felt; he looked as if he would have
swept back the corners with with oae mo-
Ition of his hand, had they ventured one
wave too high on the shore of his pride.
He seemed to excuse every word, every
leok, not in strict conformity to etiquette;
and He!en's heart beat high and tears
came to her eyes when she thought how
noble heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her husband
talking in low tone, when new conner
appeared. She was A beautiful, Slightly
formed creature, with shaughty features.
III concealed scorn lnrked in her brilliant
eyes whenever she glanced toward Helen.
Once she held sway over Fred, and hear
ing whom he hau married, she fancied
her time had come.
do you suppose she knows anything?'
whispered low voice near by.
Helen's eyes sparkled, her face flushed
Indignantly. She turned 10 her husband;
he was gone-speaking ut aliite distance
with friend,
do you play, Mrs. Lane?" she asked.
There WAS mocking tone in her voice.
"a little, answered Helen, her cheeks
flushing.
"And singf"
"a little" WAS the half reply.
"Then do us favor" exclaimed Miss
Somers, locking askance at her compan--
ions. Come, | will lead you to the in
strument"
Harkl Whose mastery touch? Instant
ly was the half spoken word arrested, the
cold ear and naughty head was turned in
listening surprise. Such melody Such
correct intonatiensl Such breadth, depth
and vigorous touch! Who is she? She
plays like an angel
And again, bark A voice rolls--a food
of melody, clear, powerful, and passing
sweet Astonishment gives many faint
cheek deep scarlet. There is deep
silence, unbroken, and the silver strain
1oxts up:
Ayel care not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start,
And scorn is but bitter word,
Save when it breaks the heart;
If one be true, If one be true.
The world may careless be,
Since may only keep my love,
And tell my grief to thee.
Glorious voice, said Fred to his friend,
who, with the rest, had paused to listen.
"Who can she be-?"
The words were suddenly arrested on
bis lips She turned from the piano and
the unknown was his wife.
Il congratulate you, Fred said the
young man at his side, but he spoke to
marble. The color had left his cheek as
he walked slowly toward her.
If be was speeches. with amazement,
she was not so. A rich bloom mantled |
her cheek. triumph made her eyes sparkle |
as they never did before; they flashed like |
diamonds. A crowd gathered to compli- |
ment her. In graceful acknowledge
ment she blended wit and humor.
How we'll she talks Who would have |
thought i'll He has found treasure,
was whispered all around the room.
Meanwhile Frederick Lane stood like
one enchanted, while his little rustic wife |
quoted books with perfect abandon, adj
mired this one, condemned that.
A sedatelooking student lost himself in
Latin quotation; Helen smiliDgly fsisll-
ed, and received Iook of eloquentthanks.
Bon mots, repartee, language rich with
fancy and imagery fell from her lips as if
she had received touch from some fairy
hand
Still Frederick was by her side like one
in dream and pressed his hand over his
bewildered eyes to be sure of his senses,
when he saw her bending, breathing
vision of loneliness, ovsr the harp. her
full arm leaning over its golden strings,
and heard again that sweet voice, now
plaintivc with some tender memory, rise
and fall in sweet and sorrowful cadence.
Tell me, /" be said, when alone, "what |
does this mean? | feel like one awaken
ed from dream"
Only a country gIrl,' said Helen, then,
falling into her husbands arms, she ex-
claimed: Forgive mel am lha. little !
rustic that you would sooner die than |
wed. Are you sorry that you married |
me?"
s'Sorry, my glorious wife! But, Helen
you could not deceive, Did not under
stand you had never
"Been at an academy" she broke in;
s'never took music lesson, never was
taught 70 sing-all very true, and yet /