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04 + +A HEART’S BITTERNESS, but I feel sure that I shall learn that it is you who have de- fended and saved us. My boy shall know it when he is old enough to know anything, and he shall always love and honor you as the best of men.” ‘Violet, whatever is done for you, and yours, is a happi- ness for me,” said Keith. But he knew it was not safe or - well that in this hour of joy, and gratitude, and effusive- ness they should remain together. Both their hearts were | in their eyes. ‘‘ Leigh must hear of this,” he said, ‘‘ and he should hear it from you. The good news will rouse him up to better things. There is an hour for preparation, and you will reach the train, and be at the Towers before nightfall. Shall I give your orders?” ““T)o, please,” said Violet. ‘‘I will go and dress at once.” Yes, her boy was safe. His name, his heritage were his; and Violet, as she was whirled toward Sussex, felt that this | must be joy and consolation enough for her. Keith had telegraphed for her carriage to be in waiting, and she reached her sad home about eleven at night. Ru- pert was sleeping profoundly in Magery’s arms, and was car- ried at once to his mother’s room. A few servants were up waiting, and the halls and two or three rooms were dimly hit. Old Adam met her. “All is well, Adam!” cried Violet, ‘joyfully. ‘* Where is your master? I must tell him.” | ‘‘ We has been in bed for a little, ‘feeling ill, but he is not asleep.” Violet hurried to Lord Leigh’s room. He seemed in a light slumber, and Violet sighed as she saw how worn, thin, and troubled was his face. Oh, if she could only make him better and happier! She laid her hand on his shoulder, bending over him. ‘‘ Norman! Norman! wake up for a minute: I have good news for you!” He opened his eyes dully for a moment, saying: “Violet!” — £* Yes, yes, it is Violet. Wake up. We are safe, Nor- - man. ‘Their papers are forged. ‘There will be no contest of the title. You are the true Lord of Leigh. Colonel Hartington has given up the case. Our Rupert will some day be Harl of Leigh. You have a true title for our boy.” or Comicbooks:.co