The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-08-25

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peace in the family. So India ruled
the servants, the housekeeper and her
guardian, and it was with a sigh Of re-
lief that the latter left her under the
care of his old friend, Mr.. Brentford,
the president ofthe Seminary.
Not that he disliked her. Oh no!
he was proud of his beautiful, queenly
ward, but he was glad to be for a time
beyond the sway of her indomitable
will.
The girl who walked by her side was
Violet Vane, her room mate. The
slender figure was well developed.
There was no fault to be found with the
expression Of her fair sweet face. Her
complexion was so fair as to make the
blue veins in her temples plainly visi-
bic. A soft delicate color bloomed in
her cheeks; her large blue eyes had
nothing but gentleness in their depths.
But her chief beauty was her hair, of
golden hue, which hung below her
waist. 1t was not in ringlets, no hair
pins or crimping pins had ever tortured
it, but it was in soft ripping waves,
held back from her face by a band of
blue velvet Like her companion, Vio-
let too was an orphan; but unlike In
dia, she had no fortune She would
graduate at the close of the year, aud
then she must take care ofherself In
dia Lester liked her room mate as well
as her selfish disposition permitted her
to like any one, but this was not singu-
lar, for Violets gentle manners and
kind heart gained for her many friends.
How artful India Lester is,' said AL
ice to Monsieur, as the two girls ap-
preached. 'She is constantly with Vio-
let Vane, because she knows it enhanc-
es her beauty to be near such an admir-
able foil
Ma Joil Mees Lestare has-what you
call it? the arteestic taste; said Mon
sieur.
HAS the omnibus come yet?' asked
India, as she came up.
No. said some one.
4 suppose it has to go slowly on ac-
count of the old gentleman continued
she.
'AhI all Mees Lestare, l am sur
pnsed, said Monsieur, shaking his
head.
'Csla m'est egal,' answered the girl,
with curl of her lip.
Mr.. Brentford came out on the por-
tico and leaned against the railing. He
had heard India's remarks with a sup
pressed smile.
Is the Professor so re,y old Mr.
Brentford? ? asked Violet.
well no, he isn't exactly in his dot
age answered the old gentleman,
stroking Violet's golden hair. They
did not see the merry twinkle in his
eyes as he went into the house a mo-
ment later.
When the omnibus stopped at the
gate, tall young man, apparently
about twenty two years Of age alighted.
so he hasn't come after all. This is
probably brother Of one of the girls
said India.
While the stranger stood talking to
the driver moment, he took off his hat
and ran his white fingers carelessly
through his hair. His face was smooth
and rather pale, his features were hand
some, and bis eyes were dark and bril-
liant. His black, slightly curling hair,
was brushed back from a broad white
brow. While they were looking at him
he opened the gate and walked with a
quick firm step toward the house. The
girls on the steps moved aside to let
him pass. President BrcntfOrd opened
the door; the young man reached forth
his hand with smile that lighted up
his face wonderfully. The President
shook it cordially and said:
4 am glad to see you, Professor Nor
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CHAPTER II.
There was au exclamation of aston
ishment as the door closed after the two.
'He isn't so very old after all, SAID AL
ice Downey, laughing.
odd! why he is as handsome as
picture said Katie Gould.
'What sad beautiful eyes. am quite
sure that he has a romantic history said
sentimental May Wentworth.
'Oh of course! he is somebody in
disguise, a banished duke perhaps,
sneered India
you may say what you like India
Lester, but he is magnificent looking
man. answered MAY.