Year: 1869

ened him, reared and plunged fearfully.
Lenore was an accomplished horse
woman, but the rein had been jerked
out of her hand, and bad fallen so far
on the animals neck, she could not
reach it. The horse gave another des-
perate leap, which cleared him of his
rider, and dashed recklessly down the
road. The artist had started towards
Lenore when he saw that the horse was
frightened, but was too late to be of
any assistance. He hurried breath
lessly up to the spot where Lenore was
lying her eyes were closed, her face
was white. He brought water from
the river in his hat and bathed her
brow, he rubbed her hands, but still
the long lashes swept her cheeks. On
looking around for assistance he dis
covered a small white cottage near
Lifting the young girl in his arms, he
walked swiftly towar ds the cottage.


He feared the glorious eyes would
never open again, and although he had
never seen her before that morning,
he felt keen pain at his heart when
this thought entered his brain. On
reaching the house, he explained the
circumstance to the inmates, who did
all in their power to restore her to con-
seriousness. In little while she open
ed her eyes and looked wonderingly
around and said:


"Where am II Ny arm is broken,
| think how did l come here"


The woman told her; she reached
out her white jeweed hand to the art
list and thanked him so sweetly, that
his heart bounded with pleasure. She
was suffering intensely, but tried to
appear cheerful. A messenger was
sent for Mr.. Vardeli and a physician.
When the latter arrived, he looked at
the rounded white arm, and said it was
broken, but could easily be set While
it was being set, Lenore clenched her
white teeth, but not word or cry told
how she suffered. Mr.. Vardelli was
considerably frightened, but the doctor
assured him that there was no danger.
Lenore told him the service the young
artist had rendered him. Her father
grasped him by the hand.


81 cannot tell you, sir, how much |
thank you. Words are inadequate to
express my gratitude. And now l
should like to know the name of one to
whom am under so great an obliga-
ton" .......


Murmuring something about the
service he had rendered being no more
than any man would have done, and
that the obligations were all on his
side, as he was happy to be Of any use
to the young lady, the artist handed
Mr.. Vardelli his card.


Clarence i. Howard" said Mr..
Vardelli, reading the name. "Ah, l
have heard of you, You are an artist,
| believe ?" The young man assented.
"There is my card. have some very
fine old paintings. Come and dine
with US tomorrow, and | will show
them to you. We dine at four. Do
not forget to come"


Mr. Vardeli sent to Pine Hall, (for
such he had christened his new home }
for a carriage, and as it was but short
distance, it soon came Mr. Vardelli
thanked the woman of the house for
her trouble, and slipped bank note
in her hand. lie was one of those
men who would never remain indebted
to any one if money could cancel the
obligation. While he was giving or
ders to tho driver, Clarence Howard
assisted Lenore into the carriage. Her
father pot in beside her. and said


"Farewell, Mr.. Howard; we shall
see you tomorrow"


Clarence thanked him, and said he
would be most happy to comply with
his kind invitation. Lenore smiled an
adieu, and they were whirled away:


Clarence Howard looked after the
carriage until it receded from view, and
then walked down to the river side,
thinking all the time of that lovely face
with its lustrous eyes. Flowers peeped
at him from the grass that carpeted the
banks with its velvety greennessi the
river rippled with a pleasantly monot-
onous sound. Another time he would
have been attracted by the scenery, but
now he leaned against tree with his
arms folded and his eyes fixed upon the
water, and thought only Of Miss Var
delli. Twill not describe him. Suffice
it to say that the ladies called him