The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-10-14
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Written for the Jacks on Standard. ]
LEN ORE.
By CONSTANCE CARLETON CHAPTER

H.
The gossips of Hawthornville were
thrown into great excitement one fine
morning by the intelligence that the
beautiful brown stone mansion on the
hill above them was to be occupied by
a family whose name was Vardelli. 1t
had formerly been owned by gentle
man who lived in the city, and had not
been inhabited for some years. Men
were hired to repair the estate, and in
a few weeks it was completed. 1t was
acharming spot; the grounds were filled
with rare flowers, sparkling fountains,
marble statues and vases. The large
mansion was furnished in style be-
fitting the wealth of the owner. Rich
carpets, costly furniture, fine old paint
ings, silken hangings, and delicate Or
naments, met the gaze at every turn.
When it was ready for occupancy, the
Vardelli's took possession of their new
home. The family consisted of Mr.
Vardelli and his daughter. They
brought with them a good many ser.
wants. Mr. Vardelli was a proud man
proud of his wealth, and of his
daughter Lenore. Never had her
slightest wish been ungratifed. His
wife had died while his child was yet
an intanti SO the young girl had grown
up with no companion but her father.
He had never sent her away from him
to school, but had employed the best of
teachers for her at home, and at seven
teen she had finished thorough course
of education, having more useful knowl-
edge than most girls of that age. Le-
more Vardelli was of a medium height,
with form 1.-THE and graceful as that
of an Indian maiden, Her eyes were
large, dark and bright; cheeks and lips
were tinged with a lovely crimson, and
she had enough Italian blood in her
veins to form that rich beauty with
which Italy's daughters are endowed.
Accustomed to being obeyed, she was
perhaps too selfwilled, but was gen
erous to a fault, and always espoused
the weakest side when she thought il
to be right, regardless of the opinions
of others.
Lenore was extravagant in the praise
of her own home, declaring she could
never be lonely there in the sweet CON-
panionship of Nature. The villagers
saw little of her except when she rode
on her pony, or walked out with her
father
One morning in May, Lenore rode
out alone. The horse, obeying the
wishes of his young mistress, took the
road near the river. IGNORES heart
was light, her eyes sparkled, and hel
cheeks glowed as the mild breeze fan
ned them. All this beauty was seen
by young artist who was sketching
the scenery on the banks of the river
He noticed the fair face of the young
equestrian. The little velvet hat with
its snowy plume falling on her shoul'
der like white foam. The neatly fitting
velvet habit served to reveal the grace
full outlines of her figure am afrait
the youthful artist did not pay very
strict attention to bis sketching aftel
she passed, for on looking at bis picture
afterwards, he saw pair of dark eye
looking at him from one of his clouds
He gazed yacantly up the road, hoping
the fair lady would come again. Afte
an hours time she did appear, riding
slowly. The rein was held loosely il
her hand, and she was gazing at SOM