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86 A HEART’S BITTERNESS. she not suffer inthem? The word had been given out for their return. Keith would go with them as far as Dover, _ then pass on his way to his mother, while they went on to Ae that blighted home destined to make England ring with its tragedies ; oS 5 o . € * “So you are going home,” said Helen Hope, meeting - Violet as she took a last ramble along the Aar. ‘* Think kindly of me there, will you? We shall meet again. When you can no longer help yourself, come to me; I will help PU sere ; | And Violet went her way, sure that she should never need Helen Hope. Had she not Kenneth Keith to help her? On the steamer to Dover, a tall, military man came up to Leigh and Violet, holding out his hand. sis ‘‘Surely I am to be introduced?” he said. : ‘‘ Lady Leigh, allow me to present Colonel Hartington, my cousin,” | ‘‘'Three or four removes—so far, heir presumptive of _ Leigh, with a hope the usurers will not lend a hundred on; though, Leigh, if you’d give me your photograph to carry round, | might have more chance.” | With this double fling, the colonel walked off. ‘* Who is that detestable man?” asked Violet, turning her crimsoned face to her husband. __ **My dearest enemy and nearest male relation, heir to ~ Leigh, if I had no son—hates me, and I hate him.” : ‘“So would any one. What acruel, sardonic face.” Dover, and the hour for parting with Keith. He stood in the private parlor engaged by Lord Leigh, and held out his hand to Violet. ‘They were alone. ‘* Look at me kindly as you go,” she said, calm from very excess of feeling. ‘‘Thank you, oh, thank you, for how good you have been tome, and do not hate me, for I am very unhappy.” ‘‘Happiness will come,” he said, kissed her hand, was gone. But, oh, how very far off lay happiness from Violet, to be sought through what burning desert of pain! Lhe journey ended, and Leigh Towers reached at last. There are arches of flowers, and a roar of welcomes, and servants in new gowns and new liveries, drawn up in file, and all the castle is splendid in gala dress to welcome the most unhappy of all the brides of Leigh. = eomicbooks