The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1886-05-20

more remarkable for originality than
for brilnanoo.
III should fall into the SNARE /.
thought he. l can educate her. 1t will
be worth trying"
1t was useless to combat his passion,
20 at last he fell at Helen's feet, figura-
lively speaking, and confessed his love
for her.
II care not, Helen; only be mine,"
was his invariable answer to her excla-
nation Of unworthiness.
They were married, had returned
from their wedding tour, and vet, at
the expiration of their honeymoon, Fred
was more'in love than ever. At q grand
entertainment given by the relatives of
the bridegroom, Helen looked more
beautiful than ever. Her husband did
not insist on her departing from her
simplicity, and indeed, without jewels
or laces. with that fresh, white robe,
simple sash of blue, and ornaments of
fair moss roses, sho was by far the most
lovely creature in the room. As she
entered the great saloon. blazing with
light, her heart failed her.
"Shall love Linn as dearly" she
asked herself, III find he is ashamed
of mep cannot bear the thought; but
should he overcome all conventional
notions, then I have 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 . 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 lovers smile, and only drew
her closely to bis 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 rs she chung 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 tho
shore of his pride. He seemed to cx-
cuse every look, every word, not in
strict conformity to etiquette; and
Helen's heart beat high, and tears
came into her eyes, when she felt how
noble heart she had won.
The young bride stood near her hus-
band talking in low tone. when a
newcomer appeared. She was q
beautiful, slightly-formed creature,
with naughty features. In-concealed
scorn lurked in the brilliant eyes when
ever she glanced towards Helen.
Onco 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 low voice near
her.
Helen's eyes sparkled; her face
flushed indignantly. She turned to
her husband; he was gcne--speaking,
ut little distance, with friend.
DO you play, Mrs. Lane?' she
asked. There was a mocking tone in
her voice.
"a littlo,'' answered Helen, her
cheeks flushing.
"And sing?"
"A little" was the half reply.
"Then do us a favor exclaimed
Miss Somers, looking askance at her
companions.
"tome, 1 will lead you to the instru-
ment."
Hark! whose mastery touch? In
stantly was the ha'f-spoken word ar
rested, the cold ear and naughty head
were turned in listening surprise.
Such melody! Such correct intonatiors!
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
many q faint cheek q deep scarlet.
There is deep silence, unbroken, and
the silver strain floats up
Aye! care not fer cold neglect,
Though tears unbidden start
And scorn is but bitter word
Save when it breaks the heart.
II one be true,
II 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 sho-''
The words were suddenly arrested
on his lips. She turned from the piano
and the unknown was his wife!
II 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 speechlcss 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
gathered to compliment her. In a
graceful acknowledgment she blended
Wit and humor.
"How we'll she talks; who would
have thought it? he has found a
treasure was whispered all around
tho 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-looking student lost him
self in Latin quotation; Helen smil-
ingly finished, and she received lcok
of eloquent thanks. Bon-mots, repair
tee, language rich with fancy and
imagery. fell from her beautiful lips as
if they 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, 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 sorrOwful cadence.