The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-02-06
AlisteIlaneons SeIettiOrs.
LEoNE'S ROMANCE.


"Mark my words, Leone, youl
beau ideal you'll never find; youl
estimate of man is too high"
"No, Arthur, it is but a great esti-
mate, and you have no right to judge
me harshly, because 1 will not throw
my life away upon some society
man of to day. am young yet, bat
twenty you know, and there is time
enough yet"
'Yes, time enough Leone; but I
agree with Arthur that you have a
too high standard of manhood, ro-
mantle school girl admiration Of
qualities that few, if any, may pos
sess." st-
complimentary, very, to your
husbands sis; but l wish for my hus-
band strength, either of soul or body,
mind far above the average, and de
Termination and purpose sufficient
to raise him from the level of the hu-
man herd; and mark me, if l never
find such a one, / will ever remain
Leone LightfoOt, an old maid fond
of tea, eat and gossip; Uut l see
Charles has brought my horse
around, so an rerj0T
The speaker was a woman of TWEEN
| ty, queenly in form, and whose
face, though possessing character
beyond her years stamped thereon,
was radiant with loveliness.
Robed in dark blue riding habit,
which. clupg gracefully around her
supelb foIm, and face half shaded
lhy The droupipg plqmes falling from
her jaunty cap, Leone Lightfoot was
indeed What she appeared-a sur
passing lovely woman; one who had
visitors by the score, for she was
rich as veil as accomplished and
beautiful.
Three years before she had been
left, by the death Of her parents, un-
der the guardianship of her only
brother, ten years her senior, and at
his elegant country seat in New York
State she bad lived, the idol of So
ciety, and the pet of Arthur Light,
foot and his pretty, but weak little
wife.
Between the three, Arthur Light
foot, Leone, and Mrs. Lightfoot, was
the conversation held that opens
this story. and the cause thereof was
the refusal by Leone of the heart,
hand and fortune of a worthy bache-
lor Deighbor.
"She is incorrigible; the old Judge
would have made her a good hus-
band" said Arthur Lightfoot to his
wife, after they had seen Leone
mount and dash away at full speed
down the grand avenue.
"Yes, she'll never marry, fear," !"
sighed Mrs. Lightfoot, who always
echoed the sentiments of her hus-
band. In the meanwhile, Leone rode
on at pace that chimed in with her
humor, and an elegant hOrsewOman,
she held her steed well in rein, and
enjoyed the springing feet motion
as mile after mile was cast behind.
But suddenly her horse SHE'D vio-
leutly and gave tremendous leap.
almost unseating his fair rider, who,
recovering herself quickly, spoke
soothingly to the frightened animal,
and glanced backward to note the
object that had so startled him.
The color fed from her face as her
eyes fell upon the form of man ly-
| ing by the roadside, and apparently
Ilifeless; but nerying herself by a
hard drawn sigh, the brave girl
sprang to the ground and approach
ed the spot, glancing intently into
the pale, upturned face.
The features were moulded with
remarkable regularity, the partly
opened mouth displayed even, white
teeth, and the dark brown hair and
lmoustache presented marked con-