Connecticut western news., 1874-03-06

and bring all that you think necessary.
 Every one in the country knew ant loved Leone Lightfoot, and rapidly hel orders were obeyed: observing which she wheeled her foaming horse, anc again sped away on her return to the wounded stranger.
 There he lay just as she had left him but grooming slightly, and each instant dampening the blood stained handker chief the girl awaited the coming ot the surgeon.
 Would they never come |? . she thought; but at length, when it seemed hours instead of minutes, the sound o1 wheels broke on her ear, and the nexi instant the surgeon drove up at rapid pace. -
 "You are noble woman, Miss Lightfoot, and if this man lives he owes it to you," said the good old physician, as he approached and knelt beside the prostrate form.
 "But will he live, doctor ?'
 For some minutes no reply was given by the man of science, who carefully probed and examined the wound, but then he said slowly:
 "It is serious injury-ha here ] have the ball yes, hope he will live ;'' and Dr. Wells took from the wound a small bullet, while he continued:
 Now he needs the most careful nursing."
 "He shall have it. Thank God, here comes MT. Jessup," and immediately after the carriage drove up, and telling the doctor to come on with the wound ed stranger to her brothers house, Leone again mounted her horse and rode on to have all in readiness for his arrival.
 It was week before the stranger was sufficiently recovered to tell his story regarding thewound that had so nearly proved fatal to him, and then by care ful nursing, he informed Leone, who had been untiring in her devoted care of him, that his name was Clarence Ainslie-was an Englishman, who nearly year before had come to Amer ica, and, purchasing few acres of land in the West, made it his home.
 He also stated that business had called him to New York, and that while enjoying horseback ride he had been suddenly fired upon, was thrown to the ground, and had an indistinct remem- brance that some one was robbing him, for his watch, pocket-book and all the valuables he had about him were gone.
 That Clarence Ainslie was no ordi- nary man, Leone Lightfoot knew when she saw him lying by the roadside, but that he would ever possess the power to control her life she had not believed.
 But so it was, for each day proved to her that she had met her beau ideal; and yet was he for her? Might he not already have loved? Might he not al- ready have married?
 The thought chilled her very heart. And yet when she saw the dark, fasci- hating eyes turned upon her with admi- ration, and read-or hoped she did therein deeper, holier feeling, Leone felt happy, and begged to be very slave and become mere automaton to the caprice of Clarenc ce Ainslie.
 Now Arthur Lightfoot and his pretty wife looked upon the matter in differ ent light, for, though hospitable in the extreme to the stranger guest, they looked upon him as poor English emi- grant, petty Western farmer, and did not like the idea that he should control the heart of Leone, for they were not blind to her devotion to the wound ed man.
 Still they could not but admire the guest, when after six weeks he sufi- ciently recovered to join them in the parlor and at dinner.
 That he had been reared 8 gentleman was evident, and that he had travelled and seen something of the world was also evident, as was also that Mir. and Mrs. Lightfoot had never seen hand somer man, they were ready to admit :; but that Leone, the belle, the heiress, the most lovely woman of the day, should marry an unknown and poor Englishman-bah! the idea, even, was ridiculous
 When the trunk of Clarence Ainslie arrived-for he had sent for it as soon as he was able to speak-Mrs. Light foot paced around it for half an hour in the vain endeavor to find something plebeian about it but the trunk was a good one, English make, and bore on it simply the letters, 70. A., Eng land"
 With disappointed look the inquisi- tive little woman ordered it sent to the sick mans room, and sought her cham Der.
 ''Arthur, Leone really loves that wounded man, and what will become of it all ?''
 "It is Leone's romance, little wife |; she will recover from it; few tears at parting, hard riding for her poor horse, few sentimental songs, and all will be over"
 "But, Arthur, suppose it should not be; suppose he should love her; for you know he's poor and she's rich what then ?''
 "Well, he cannot have her, that's all." And Arthur Lightfoot went out for drive. ..t
 At length the hour came for Clarence Ainslie to depart, fer no longer could he impose upon the kindness of his host and hostess; and determined to leave that evening, he asked to see Leone alone.
 With pale face but quiet manner the young girl entered the room, and step ping forward Clarence Ainslie said, feelingly:
 ''Miss Lightfoot, no longer can I i'm pose upon your kindness, and tonight I leave you. Shall it be forever?"
 No answer came, and the Englishman continued:
 "To you owe my life, and to you I would dedicate the years that yet re- main. I am unknown to you-a stran- ger in a strange Iand-and you hay ebut my word for it that I offer you a love that never was offered to woman before, 8 hand and heart that has never sinned Intentionally against llow-being. Will you accept what l have to offer?"
 "I will"
 "You will trust me; take me as am, and become my wife?"
 "I will"
 No other word was spoken, but their hearts were perfectly happy.
 Of course, Arthur Lightfoot and his wife objected and decidedly refused, but Leone was determined. It was no romance with her, and when she fatly