Smyrna times., 1886-05-12

As she entered the great saloon,
blazing with light, her heart failed her.
Shall l love him as dearly" she
asked herself, if find he is ashamed
of me? l cannot bear the thought;
but should he overcome all cOnven-
tiOnal notions, then | have a husband
to be hOnored and then he shall be
proud of his wife"
How she watched him as he pre-
sented her to one and another
"Simple," whispered a magnificent
girl, resplendent with diamonds, as
she curled her lips and passed by.
The observation escaped neither Helen
nor her husband. She looked at him.
He smiled a lovers smile, and only
drew her closely to his side Many in
that brilliant gathering pitied poor
Fred, and wondered that he had mar
tyred himself on the shrine of ignorant
rusticity.
But no, o joy! he seemed to love
her the more as she clung to his arm
timldly, his noble face expressing the
pride he truly felt; he looked. as if he
would have swept back the scOrners
with one motion of his hand, had they
ventured one wave too high on the
shore of his pride. He seemed to ex-
cuse every look, every word, not in
strict conformity to etiquette; and
Helen's heart boat high, and tears
came into her eyes, when she felt how
noble heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her
husband talking in low tone, when
newcomer appeared. She was beau
tiful, slightly formed creature, with
naughty features. Ill-concealed scorn
lurked in her brilliant eyes whenever
she glanced toward Helen. Once she
held sway over Fred, and hearing
whom he had married she fancied her
time had come.
"Do you suppose she knows any,
thing?" whispered a low voice near
her.
Helen's eyes sparkled; her face
flushed Indignantly. She turned to
husband he was gone-speaking, aC a
little distance, with friend.
Do you play, Mrs Lane?" she
asked. There was a mocking tone in
her voice.
"A little," answered Helen, her
cheeks flushing.
Anu sing
A little" was the half reply.
Then do us a favor" exclaimed
Miss SOmers, looking askance at her
companions.
"COme, will lead you to the instru-
ment."
Hark whose mastery touch? In
stantly was the half-spoken word ar
rested, the cold ear and naughty head
were turned in listening surprise.
Such melody Such correct intona-
tiOns Such breadth, depth and vigor-
Gus touch Who is she? She plavs
like an angel!
And again hark A voice rolls-a
flood of melody, clear, powerful and
passing sweet. Astonishment gives
many faint cheek a deep scarlet
There is Il deep silence, unbroken, and
the silver strain floats up:
Aye! care not for cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start,
And scOrn is but bitter word
| Save when it breaks the heart.
Ii one be true,
IfOne be true
The world may careless be,
Since may only keep my love-
Aud tell my grief to thee.
Glorious voice p said Fred duickl,
ito his friend, who, with the rest, haC
paused to listen.
Who can She
The words were suddenly arrested
on his lips. She turned from the plan,
and the unknown was his wife
congratulate you, Fred" said tn
young man by his side, but he spoke t,
marble. The color had left his cheel
as he walked slowly toward her.
If he was speechless with amazemen
she was not so. A rich bloom mantleC
her cheek, triumph made her eye
sparkle as they never did before they
flashed like diamonds. A crowd gath
cred to compliment her. In graceful
acknowledgement she blended wit ant
humOr.
How we'll she talks; who woulC
have thought it? He has found
treasure was whispered all aroun,
the room.
Meanwhile, Frederick Lane stoo,
like one enchanted, while his littl
rustic wife quoted books with perfeC
abandon, admired this one, condemne
that.
A sedate-lOOking student lost him
self in Latin quotation; Helen smil
ingly finished, and she received a loo
of eloquent thanks. Bon-mOts, reI
artee, language rich with fancy an
imagery, fell from her beautiful lips a
if they had received touch from som
fairy hand.
Still Frederick was by her side lik
one in a dream and pressed his han
over his bewildered eyes to be sure {
hic coOcoc xtrbar, bo eovrr hor
breathing vision of lOveliness, over th
harp, her full arm leaning on its go
den strings, and heard again that rict
voice, now plaintive with some tende
| memory, rise and fall in sweet and sol
rOwful cadence.
"Tell me-" he said, when alon
"what does this mean? feel like on
l awakened from a dream"
"Only country girl, said Heller
then falling into her husbands arm
! she exclaimed: Forgive mel al
that little rustic that you would soone
die than wed: Are you sorry that yO
} married me ?"
" Sorry, my glorious wife? Blu
g Helen, you could not deceive. Did
not understand you had never"
5 Been at an academy" she brol
!, in; "never took q music lesson, new,
I; was taught to sing-all very true, an
e yet l am all you see me here to-nigh
+, myself my own teacher; with labC
; and diligence, hope am worthy
+ be the wife of one so good and exalte
: as I find my husband to be-"
$ Reader, wouldn't you and like
!: be there just now and hear her stor
y and see the bright smiles between h
pretty face and dimples as she tel
5 how she banished the piano, book
g harp, portfolio, music, all in an empt
Q room by themselves, and, locking Il
i door, leaving them to seclusion al
}, dust, while the country girl, withouta al
deep-laid scheme, succeeded in CO
y vincing the well-bred city gentlemt
I that he could marry charming rust
a if her fingers were more familiar wi
y the churn and knitting needles thi
Q with the piano and books?
-
u On Friday last Philadelphia Graz
9 Jury petitioned the Legislature to pa
y y law establishing the whipping post
u apunishment forwife beaters. Thouj
. this may seem like turning the whet
of time backward, we are not surpris
" that there should be movement in o
7, large cities in favor of this almost o
- solete mode of punishment. II
= whipping post and pillOry is very S
y .sa1.s. k.uk 81 As.r,