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« 4 . Pm og oe. * ‘ 20 . +A HEART’S BITTERNESS, bonnet. Beside it were a pair of shapely white kid shoes, white gloves, and a fine white kerchiet. | | ‘‘Indeed, it is most beautiful,” said the landlady; ‘‘ and, sir, you must bring her a white bouquet.” _ **When you see me again, I will be—in these clothes,” _ said Helen, touching them gravely. ‘© And tell me what white flowers to bring you,” said Kemp. | , ««'T’uberoses,” said Helen. ““No, never tuberoses,”~ said the landlady; ‘‘ roses, Hess. ‘Roses for the happy, lilies for the pure; but yet bring _ tuberoses for me,” Helen saidto Kemp. | “Just what you wish,” said Kemp, warmly. But for all that Helen had hinted that they were to meet only at the church next day, Kemp could not resist coming in the evening to ask for her. 7 “She has gone out,” said the landlady. - ‘‘ She left a note in case you called for her. Here it is.” Kemp opened the note. “Mr. Kemp—There is one friend I must take leave off, and I have gone to say good-by. HELEN.” ~ Well, till to-morrow,” said Kemp, disconsolately. The morning of Helen Hope’s wedding-day dawned. It was a peerless day. The sun sifted down hotly through the branches, and struck out the .resinous odors from the pine and spruce and cedar. It fell in little glints, dappling the dark surface of the fatal Black Pool. The heat oppressed Lord Norman Leigh as he dashed through the narrow. wood-paths to ‘*The Earl’s Folly.” A litttle lad had brought him a note: ‘*Lorp Lercu—You have one or two old letters of mine, that I must have back. Bring them to me at once at ‘*The Earl’s Folly,” but tell no one.” EDNA AMBROSE.” He neyer stopped to think that nothing would have in- duced the pure and dignified Edna to write him a note, or | summon him to a meeting. He only madly fancied that he should see her there; might hear once more the melody of her voice ; look into the depths of her serene blue eyes. The letters were a mere nothing—two little notes of girlish - Z friendship. Edna herself had long ago forgotten them; Gomicbooks (€(0)