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A HEART’S BITTERNESS. 215 away, ‘*it looks just asif we were all covered with spots of ood.” | | ‘*Do not speak so, Violet,” said. Leigh, extending to her a large cluster of white roses, that he had picked while coming through the park. Violet, with a smile, accepted the rose branch. She did not dream that at that instant theangry eyes of Helen Hope were watching them through the green screen leaves, and she was whispering to herself: “Your doom is fixed! You will never again sit here in harmony. You will be scattered like the red petals of the poppy—scattered at my touch!” CHAPTER XLVII. ‘““ FIRST IN MY HEART FOREVER.” Violet Leigh had been bending in prayerful tenderness over the cradle of her child. As she studied the lovely fea- tures of the innocent sleeper, her thoughts turned to her own childhood, to her infancy, to the mother whom she could not remember. She put her hand to a slender chain on _ her neck, that usually held a turquois-set locket with her mother’s minia- ture. It was gone, and she remembered that when Rupert had been brought to her for a few minutes’ good-night play, in the drawing-room, she had amused him with it. Kate — had left her; she went down to the drawing-room to find the locket. , ' | The library door was open, and Leigh was sitting by the table, some papers before him, his head on his hand. She was struck by his dejected attitude, and his worn face, as she stole noiselessly by. The kindly thoughts that had aes filled her breast, rose paramount, and when she secured the trinket which she had lost, she stopped in the open door, and said, gently: ‘“ Norman, why do you sit up late? Are you ill? You look troubled—sick. I should like to help you, Norman.” ‘‘Thanks—you are kind. I don’t know as anything Te ph Peay ee a et nee MEE NOSSO re ay ee a Pale ee PAGER Pe Mar PPO gw Cyr TM rg Sey ht PT a Bint ay INS ach ree, (eee Ng CON ERE RS ORES EAA CNet nt gee ee AS IAS oe ¥ ae te = , “APG Si Atha he 9c TLRS eee A —- - * oP Set aie SER . em apd vr ie: te DA Mahan 2 “a0 4 4 me . . ed . « ad } 4 _ ‘ f ~ * “°° Ca co uh Da . to. Ton P « € 3 % Re f” & “) wy * : f at J could help me, but killing me. This cursed mania for play — will ruin mé and the boy yet.” Gomicbooks.co