River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1886-05-20

simplicity, and indeed, without Jewels
or laces, with that fresh, white robe,
simple sash of blue, and ornaments OF
! fair moss roses, she was by far the most
I lovely creature in the room. As she
entered the great saloon, blazing with
\ light, her heart failed her
shall / love i'm as dearly" she
asked herself, ''if find he is ashamed
OF me9 | cannot bear the thought; but
4 should he overcome all conventional
/ notions, then / have a husband to be
hOnOred, and then he shall be proud OF
/ his wife.
How she watched him as he present
/ ed her to one and another!
Simple whispered a magnificent
girl. Respondent with diamonds, rs 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 martyred
himself on the shrine of ignorant
rusticity.
But no. o JOY! he seemed to love her
the more as she cluLg to his arm tim
! idly. 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 beat high, and tear.
came into her eyes, when she felt how
noble a heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her hus.
\ band talking in low tone. when o
newcomer appeared She was 8
/ beautiful, slightly formed creature
with naughty features. Ill-concealed
scOrn lurked in the brilliant eyes when.
ever she glanced towards 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
| her husband; he was gCne- speaking,
1 At 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.
And sing?'
"A little was the half reply.
Then do us a favor exclaimed
Miss SOmcrs, looking askance at heI
companions
Come, | will lead you to the instru-
ment"
Hank. 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 intOnatiOns
Such breadth. depth and vigorous
touch! Who is she? She plays like
an angel!
And again bark! A voice rolls-a
flood of melody, clear, powerful and
passing sweet. Astonishment give,
many a faint cheek a deep scarlet
! There is deep silence, unbroken, and
the silver strain floats up
Ayel care not fJr cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start
And scorn is but a 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 voicer' said Fred to his
friend, who, with the rest. had paused
to listen.
"Who can She"
The words were suddenly arrested
on his lips. She turned from the piano
.rI tho xrro, his xuiFaf
Il congratulate you, Fred, " said the
young man by his side, but he spoke to
marble. The color had left his cheek
as he walked slowly toward her.
If he was speechless with amaze
ment, 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
4 gathered to compliment her. In a
/ graceful acknowledgment she blended
wit and humor.
How well she talks; who would
have thought it? he has found a
treasure, was whispered AL around
the room.
Meanwhile, Frederick Lane stood
like one enchanted. while his little rus
tic wife quoted books with perfect
abandon. admired this one, condemned
that.
A sedate-looki1g student lost HIM
self in Latin quotation; Helen smil-
inglv finished. aud she received lCOk
of eloquent thanks. Bou-mots. repair
tee. languo gr rich with fancy and
imagery, f,ll from her beautiful lips as
if they had received a touch from some
fairy hani.
Still Frederick was by her side like
one in a dream and pressed his hand
over his bewildered eyes to be sure of
his senses, when he saw her bending,
breathing vision of loveliness, over
the harp. her full arm leaning on its
golden strings. and heard again that
rich voice, now plaintive with some
tender memory, rise and fall in sweet
and sorrow ful cadence.
Tell me, he said, when alone,
"what does this meau9 feel like one
awakened from a dream.
Only a country girl" said Helen,
then falling into her husbands arms,
she exclaimed: Forgive mel am that
little rustic that you would sooner die
than wed. Are you sorry that you
married me2'
Sorry, my glorious wife? But, Hell
en-, you could not deceive. Did / not
understand you had never"
Been at an academy" she broke in
never took a music lesson, never was
taught to sing-all very true, and yet
am all you see me here tonight. my
self my own teacher; with labor and
diligence. hope | am worthy to be the
wife of one so good and exalted as
find my husband to be. !"
Reader, wouldn't you and like to be
there just now and hear her story, and
see the bright smiles between her pretty
face and dimples as she tells how sh,
banished the piano, books, harp, port
folio, music. all in an empty room by
themselves, and, locking the door
leaving them to seclusiOn and dust
while the country girl, without any
deep-laid scheme. succeeded in con
vincing the well-bred city gentleman
that he coHld marry a charming rustic
if her fingers were more familiar with
the churn and knitting needles than
with the piano and books?
Ladies Summer Dress.
Striped and figured gauzes over
colored MORE or satin are to b,
adopted for ladies summer dresses
profusely trimmed with delicate lace
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