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■ (ALL RIGHTS RESERftD.) A HEART'S-BITTERNESS. I BY BERTHA M. CLAY; -■.e.mein r cned Violet, springing np, cai< iiing the light of congratulation in }¡Ü, "You are safe, Violet!" cried Kenneth, darting toward her, as if to clasp both mother oiid child to his heart then remembering r.pO commanding himself, and taking the boy from her, and pressing her hand only for one instant in his. Your son shall be Lord of Leigh. The case is ended. The papers were forgeries; Colonel Hartington gives up his claim; he sees its fallacy. Mr. Kemp, senior, died when he was stated to have died at first; there was no revival; his widow was a true widow when she married the late Lord Leigh. All is over." Kenneth, I do not know how this has all come about; but I feel sure that I shall learn that it is you who have defended and saved us. My boy shall know it when he is old enough to know anything, and llf shall always love and honour you as the best of men." "Violet, whatever is done for you, and yours, is a happiness for lIIe," said Keith. But he knew it was not safe or well that in this hour of joy, and gratitude, and effusiveness, they should remain together. Both their hearts were in their eyes. "Leigh must hear of this," he said, and he should hear of it from yon. The good newS will rouse him up to better things. There is an hour for preparation, and yon will reach the train, and be at the Towers before night- fall. Shall I give your orders?" Do, please," said Violet. "I will go and dress at once." Yes, her boy was safe. His name, his herit- age were Ilis; and Violet, as she was whirled toward Sussex, felt that this must be joy and consolation enongh for her. Keith had telegraphed for her carriage to be in waiting, and she reached her sad home about eleven at night- Rupert was sleeping pro- foundly in Magery's arms, and was carried at once to his mother's room. A few servants were up waiting, and the halls and two or three rooms were dimly lit. Old Adam met her. "All is well, Adam!" cried Violet joyfully. Where is your master ? I must I ell him. He has been in bed for a little, feeling il., but he is not asleep." Violet hurried to Lord Leigh s room. He seemed in a light, slumber, and Violet asshesawhowworn, thin, and troubled was his face. Oh, if she could only make him better and happier v She laid her hand on his shoulder, bending over him. "Norman! Norman! wake up tor a millllte. I have good news for you He opened his eyes dully for a moment, say- ing "Violet!" Yes, yes, it is Violet. Wake up. We ,ii-c 'safe, Norman. Their papers are forged. There will be no contest of the title. fou are the true Lord of Leigh. Colonel Halting- ton has given up the case. Our Rupert will some day be Earl of Leigh. You have a tiuc title for on r boy." Leigh sat np, eager, alert, shook Off stupor, and seized her hand. Z "Violet, is it true?" "t¡nite t,rne. I will tell you all, Norman. "And Hartington drops the claim? The marriage was not illegal ?" "No, no; quite legal. You are the true Lord Leigh." "Thank Heaven!" he cried with fervour. Now I can be a man this black shadow is gone." "Quite gone, Norman. Now rouse yourself for good." "1 will, I will indeed, Violet. Since I thought all was lost I have seen so many good things possible, if I were only the true Lord Leigh." Well, now, rest sweetly, and in the morn- ing I will tell yon all. And Mr. Stores "ill come up. Good night." CHAPTER Ln. I ALONE AM GUILTY V* Unt while Violet, Countess of Leigh, %a,, hurrying toward Sussex, her heart lilled witn gtadnessattiiegood news brought her by Kenneth Keith, another journey was made by Helen Hope. f. Mr. Storms, zealous beyond his orders from his client, appeared at the "Golden Cioss with a police otlicer and a warrant hastily pro- cured, and Helen was taken into custody for coiti complicity in a forgery. T Thus, while Violet went to her assured home, Helen was locked in a cell Kemp and the Shields gravedigger being also assigned cells in the same prison.. At ten o'clock the next morning Uie three prisoners were taken before the niagistia.e at Bow Street. The hangers-on of the (_0,11t pressed forward with curiosity at sight ot tiie three, so curiously assorted—the rugged 1 ei"l>, the villainous-looking gravedigger, iUUl the handsome, relined woman. Helen's head reeled and her cheeks mined with llameas she, with the others, ellt ereci the prisoner's box. But. before Helen had left her cell an angel of mercy had interceded for her.. Early in the morning Violet stood once more at the door of her husband s room- "May I come in, Norman?" said theisoft, sweet, voice. And when he answeiei ices, she entered. "Norman," she said, "I have come to beg yon tu send a telegram to Mr. Storms, saying that you will not prosecute those-nnhappy people. Lord Keith said they were given over to the police last night." They deserve it," said Leigh, sullen y. But we are often spa,red our desei Is, .Nor- man," said Vio el", with a winning look. "Think how great mercy and goo< toitune have come lately to us; let us lotgive these our enemies their trespasses, etse how couid we say onr prayers?" "Andifweiet them go, l'ow can asleep in peace ?" "Could you not make a condition that they leave the country, Norman? the man wants to go to his sheep-farm, of couise. lor that poor, hot-headed Helen, let us send her to America" XT "Better transport her to New Guinea," said Leigh, roughly, turning his back. "Oh, Norman J Consider that this woman1 loved you; and love coveis a multitu.de of sill! "And causes another niiwltitude. Violet, let me alone "Norman, I feel so sorry for her. She is un fortuIlate 1" "Site hates you heartily. "Nevermind tliflX. 1 don1t. Do telegraph, saying, Let them go. Hanging is too good for them. "Oh, Norman, think; deliberately for your ends, you roused her. love, and so you share her fault. Do forgive, and consider, if you wi!l not pardon for mercy's sake., if you prose- cute, this whole affair sunst come out; and if you let thent go, the whole will he forgot tell in a few mouths." There is much in that," mid Leigh, slowly Violet, snatched a card from the dressing. table, amI wrote a JiIW. "Do let me send this: 'ME. STORM3—I refuse to prosecute. 'LEIGH. "Send it, and leave me in peace shouted Leigh, hiding his head under the counter- pane. Violet sent a groom on the fleetest horse to titctelegrapitomce. Then she breathed fieely, a vision of the unhappy Helen in prison could tttti longer torment her. Meanwhile Helen, Kemp, and their wretched comrade appeared for the preliminary hearing. The attorneys—Storms and Morton—had a clear case to cluu'ue ;.i3j.ij.t theU1. Nothing but commitment "or trisil at the next sessions seemed possible when Kemp begged leave to speak. My lord," he said, in a, broken voice, ami with an earnest face, looking at. I he magistrate, "I take all the responsibility. I alone am guilty. The woman is entirely innocent. J told her the story aq true. I showed her tile evidence. She was entirely deceived by me. She has acted sincerely in which she esteemecÏ the interests of justice. Lay on me what penalty the law demands, but let her go. She is not my accomplice, but one of my victims. I persuaded her to go to the colonel, because, as she believed thoroughly in this charge, I considered that the honesty of her statement would make it, more effective I was moved by hate and malice, because Lord Leigh treated me cavalierly and would not receive me, an.1 also because I thought he did not regardmy position as a man of means, at a time which it IS needless to mention. I may defend myself on another plea when my case comes to trial, but I aver, now, that I prepared all this evi- dence, bought over the testimony ofthisprecions rascal,and together we deceived Miss Hope. She is innocent! Let her go Helen heard, amazed. This man was sacri- ficing all to defcnd her, when she knew she had urged him Oil in his attack, had iorce I him to it when he had earnest I v entreated her to abandon it. She Jjnew that lie, at that instant, relllclldJered how she bail added to the testimony, strengthened its weak points, been cognizant all the time of its falsity, had been his instigator as well as bis accomplice, and he stood now between her and doom, crying 1 alone am guilty! She is innocent! Let her go She burst into a passion of tears. Kemp turned and snatched her to his bosom, his rugged face working convulsively. He cried "Helen, Helen !—it is I, scoundrel I am, that have brought you to this shameful pass and, bowing his head against hers, tear:? streamed down his cheeks. At this instant a lad from the oihee pressed up to Mr. SLonlls ami gave him a small yellow envelope. Mr. Storms rcstd thedispatcl). "Lord Leigh refuses to prosecute, and requests the discharge of the prisoners," h whispered to the magistrate. "The iiiaii subject to attacks of aberration, and 110 doubt the forgery is a result of such mental disltn b- ance. We will post him back to his sheep- fanll. No question but he is tired of Lon- don." "The prisoners. Hlay be dismissed; there lK no charge," said the magistrate. The box was opened. Kemp and Helen in silence passed from the S'ooiny court to the sunny street. Silently t bey turned along the Strand and Fleet Street to Ludgate Hill, and through St. Paul's Churchyard, and into the great Cathedra! oi ftt. Paul. A few people were wandering about, looking at the monuments of the illuslrous dead. Under the mighty dome these two unhappy ones seemed lost and alone. They sat down 011 a low bench. "Helen," "aill Kemp, "I love you. I have done all that I could to satisfy you. I know you do not care for me; but come with me. 1,0 lliy1 make you rich. I will be your servant, your slave, live only for you. In Australia let us forget this cruel, hateful bmghutd." 0 Helen heard, as in a dream, thevoiceof Kemp. For her all possibilities of life in Eng- land seemed ended. Hope, passion, emotion, were dead within her. She hardly heeded his words, as he went on to depict life in Aus- I rnha, and to tell her what he would there do for her. We can get a marriage licence," he said. "lhavc lived over a fortnight in one parish, and that is residence. I will get it h'-day. Let us be married in a week. This, is Wednesday; let- it be next Wednesday., Let us each cas t a miserable past beitind us and go to better things. Will you, Helen ?"- -She bowed 111 a dull, cold stupor. "And will you have some money?" saitt Kemp, to whom plenty of money was the sur.imum burtvm. "I will give you a blank cheque, ami you shall fill it out, if it is for half I possess. Dress yourself like a queen, if you will, Helen." She looked at him in a bewildered way., "hy did this man love her so frantically while the JIIall she adored scorned and hated *her? Oh, what bliss to have heard such words from Norman Leigh To be invited, not to an Australian farm, but to the splendours of Leigh Towers! To be, not. a colonist's wife, but Countess of Leigh! Why was not that lier foi tiiiie ? And, Helen, we will go and buy whatever yon wan t in furniture or china, and send it to thcship. 1 will get our passage by the ship oil Saturday week." I "No, let us buy* all in Australia, said Helen. "We could not get there what is good cnongh for yon." "Anything is good enough for me. lama wretched woman," said Helen, bitterly. To me you .are an angel and a queen," said Kemp. "Let us go and buy a piano for you, and a guitar, and books? Do you want books? Let us forget these late terrible things. For nie, I do not care. I have bcenusadto the haul things of life, and to possess you will bemy compensation for all. 1 on ivill go to an hotel in Islington, where no one will know you. Come, let. us go, Helen. She went. Kemp seemed intent on weaning her heart from all her troubles, and hxing it on himself. He seemed to try to buy her affection. He purchased for her flowers, fruit, jewels. He secured a handsome room, and commended her to the landlady s care, sayiug they AVCre to be married the next Wednesday, and sail soon tor Australia. But deeper and heavier greAv the apathy of Helen. She seemed in a maze of hopeless misery. For Kemp, freed from ti e prosecution which had threatened him, and sure, as he tnlsted, of Helell, retnrned to his condition of a shrewd practical man. He invested his inoney, aim Ire bought many things needed in his home and 011 his farm. No 01,0 could be more assiduous and deA-oted than lie. to Helen but the more lie pressed his attentions on her, the more sadly she shrank from him. Be trusted that the long voyage would bring them nearer together; that new scenes would banish the memory of her mortification and sorrows. On Tuesday morning he came to see her, andshesaM: Come to oaiy room, I have something to sliOAV you,"and beckoned the landlady. On the bed lay her bridal-dress, a Avhite cashmere with a little white velvet shouldcr cape, and a small white velvet bonnet. Beside it Avere a pair of shapely white kid shoes, Avliite gloves, and a line while kerchief. "Indeed, it is most beautiful," said the landlady; "and, sir, you must bring her a white bouquet." When you see me again, 1 Avill be—in these clothes," said Helen, touching thcm gravely. "And tell nie what white flowers to bring yon," said Kemp. "Tuberoses," said Helen. No, never tuberoses," said the landlady; H roses, lilies." "no,sesfor the happy, lilies for the pure; but yet bring tuberoses for me," Helen said to Kemp. "Just what you Avish," 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. "Shehasgone out," said the landlady. "She left a note bi oae<» you called for her. Here it is." Kemp opened the note "MR. KEMP,—There is one friend I must take leave of, and I have gone to say good- bye. HELEN." "We! till to-morrow," said Kemp, dis- •onsolately. The morning of Helen dope's wedding-day dawned. It was a peerless day. The sun sifted down hotly through the branches, and struck out the resinous odours from the pine and spruce and cedar. It fell in lil tie glints, dappling t lie 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 little lad had brought him a note "LORD LEIGH,—You have one or two old letters of mine thfit I must have back. Bring tllem to lIle at, once at 'The Earl's Folly I)iit tell no one. EDNA AMBROSE." lie never stopped to think that nothing would have induced the ure and dignifiell Edna to write him a note POI' summon him tlJ a meeting. He only madly fancied that fit should see her there; might hear once morf 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 friend- ship. Edna herself had long forgotten them, and if she had remembered then!, she would not have cared to ask them back. Too mad to consider such an improbability tl>3 Lord of Leigh hurried to "The Earl's Folly"—his ancestor's folly and his own. With eager steps he bounded up the stairs to the room in the second storey. There, iii the centre of the floor, stood Helen Hope in her bridal array. He stopped astounded as at a vision. Helen Was as pallid as the dead. Dark circles of l>eplessnt*s and sorrow Avere under her large, burning, long-lashed eyes. Her black hair lay in thick Avaves between the whitc velvet of ller bonnet and the marble Avhitencss of her brow. Her face was full of a supreme anguish and despair, and yet never had Helen been so regal 1 y beautiful. "Norman," she said, "it is my weddinjj- day." Then why are you here, Helen?" he cried, desperately. To take leave of you, Norman." "Is it to be at this parish church, Helen? I had not heard. Come, let the past perish. Shall I go with you and give away the bride at the altar." Could you do it, Norman ?" 'Indeed yes gladly, Helen." Then, once for all you never loved me?" "No, 110! I have toltl yon so a hundred times. lyiiy bring up that folly. Come, let u* go." Yes, I go, not to life but to death—not to a waiting lover, but to the waters of the Black Pool." One window of the room opened to the floor upon a little open platform that overhung the pool. She sprang upon this, looked back, waved her hand. "You are guilty of my death. They will search for me, and Kemp will charge you with my murder. The boy knows you came here "it my call. Revenge is sweet He could not let her perish so, and spring- ing out, he clasped her waist to drag her back. Hut Norman Leigh was not an athletic man, while Helen Hope was a vigorous Avoman in the mighty passion of despair. She locked her t wo strong arms about his neck, c'T1^' I said you should live for me, or die Avith me carried him down with her under the fatal waters of the Black Pool. CHAPTER LIII. I WANT MY PROMISED BRIDE On that glorious morning of the parting summer, Avhile Norman Leigh hurried to his doom, Violet was in the nursery, seated by the porcelain tub wherein Magery. was giving that laughing cherub, Rupert, his daily bath. Admiring the health and enjoyment of the child, Violet forgot her troubles, and Avhile the subdued sadness never left her eyes, the dimples returned to her cheeks, and smiles curved her lovely mouth, answering to the shouting mirth of the babe. To Violet, Rupert seemed the most loveiy thing au earth, and when the child was dressed she had Jenny go with her and carry him to LordLeigh's dressing-room. Not lindingNorman there, she went to the library and the billiard- room. They were alike empty. The bell pealed for breakfast, and after waiting for a while, Violet breakfasted alone. An undefined dread and uneasiness hung over her, and as the morning hours passed she sent Kate to make inquiries, and found that one of the gardeners had seen Lord Leigh walk- ing early on the terrace, and had sent to him a lad who came with a note. "He has been called off by the steward," thought Violet. But when lunch-time came, and no Lord Leigh, old Adam, sharing his lady's disturbance, tottered off to "The Earl's Folly" to seek his master. The little building was empty. There was no trace of Lord Leigh there. Luncheon had been over for an hour when Mr. Storms arrived. Violet met him, saying: Lord Leigh went out before breakfast, and has not yet returned." "Reappointed this afternoon at three, for a. consultation with me. I sent him a telegram yesterday that I should be here promptly, as I have little spare time. He Avished me to draw up his will." What is that for ?" asked Violet, uneasily. Is he ill ?" I think lie is not taking good care of him- self, and there are some things from winch, no doubt, your iufluence will wean him, Lady Leigh," said the lawyer, who could not but know many of the mysteries of Leigh s liie. "You know he was threalaned with dangerous illness lately, and I reneAved my arguments with him to'make his will and appoint guar: dians for his heir in case anything happened. It was only justice to you and the child. He has been very averse to mentioning a will, but Imfj finally agreed. I shall not leave here now until it is drawn up." He will surely be back by dinner-time," said Violet, and left Mr. Storms to enjoy him- self ill tile garden and library until Lord Leigh's return. But the countess and the lawyer ate dinner together at sunset, and no master of the house bad come, and both were seriously uneasy. After dinner, they went to the library. Violet kept her child up as long as she dared, for its innocent presence comforted her un- nis t. About nine, the bell clanged loudly. He has come cried Violet starling up. But a high, fierce voice was heard in the hall. Where is Lord Leigh?" He has been from home all day-we do Hot know where," replied the footman. "It is a lie He is here! He sits gloating over his evil work. Peer or beggar, I'll have his life for it." I Mr. Storms, sprang up nnd rushed into the hall. There, with disordered garments, face, and hair dripping with perspiration from his hurried movements, stood Bart Kemp. "You here, Kemp? What now ?" cried Mr. Storms. "I want my wife, my promi ed bride, and I'll have her Itiglit is oil iiiy side now, and I'll claim it, even if you are here to screen the peer's iniquities." Oh, Avhat is it?—what do you mean?—AVIIO are you?—for whom are you looking?" cried Violet, pressing fonvard. In all his excitement, Bart Kemp recognised the poAver of her gentle winsome beauty. Who are you, lady ?" he demanded, ltoarse- ly. I am the Countess of Leigh," said Violet, gently. "I wouldn't ever have done what I did, if I had seen you first," said Kemp, looking at her wit It houest admiration. "But now its I who nm right. He has you, and why can't he let her, my bride, alone?" Will you not fell ns what you mean, Rnd of whom you are speaking?" said Vioiet, gently still, but trembling very nních. "Pm speaking of Lord Norman Leigh, your husband, and of Helen Hope, who promised to marry me in church this morning at eleven o'alocj;. Where is she?" ~But IIOAV can wetettT" fViterposed Mr. Storms. We have not seen her. Why do you come here for her?" Kemp took from his pocket a crumpled note, and held it toAvard Violet, his hand shaking as with palsy, in his strong agitation. Violet read: "I am going to The Folly' to see Norman Leigh. If I do not ret urn seek me there. HELEN IIo?u Violet stood silent, motionless, as if, like Niobe, smitten into stone in her despair. H I waited at tile church," cried Kemp, fran- tically "she did not come, and this afternoon I received this. I waut my uriole. Whercia )the ? Has he murdered her 1" Violet made no. sound., Itill., life ami colour left her face, and she fell forward, senseless, as Ehe leaned toward Kemp, holding still that fata! note. The man caught her in his arms. Pity moved his rugged heart. "Poor little soul, this is hard for lier, he muttered, and strode into the library and laid her on a sofa while Mr. Storms rang for help. Adam, with some of the other servants, had come at the confusion, and a few words from the footman in the hall told him the trouble. Mr. Storms showed him the note which he had taken from the hand of the fainting coun- tess. He is not there. I looked for him there— this afternoon," said Adam. You are all leagued to hide her—to deceive me shouted Kemp. "Hush!" said Mr. Storms. "You will find we are all leagued to ferret out this affair at once. Believe me, tile woman is far more dnngerous than the man. Adam, call two of the gardeners, and a keeper and a groom those four, with Kemp and myself. will search the park and the vicinity of 'The Folly.' Get torches and lanterns." In a little while they went out to the search. All the household was astir. Mr. Storms, questioning the young gardener as to the boy seen in the morning, sent a footman for the lad, and at midnight came back with Kemp to see the boy in the library. Violet, recovered from her swoon, had refused to go to her rest, and the pallid agony of her face mocked the rich beauty of her attire, as she waited in the library. Did you bring a message to Lord Leigh, boy ?" asked Mr. Storms. A bit of a note from a lady. She met me nigh the wood." How did she look ?" demanded Kemp, fiercely. She was tall and handsome, pale as the dead, and all in white, like a bride to a wed- din' said the boy. Helen Helen! groaned Kemp. And what did she say ? asked the lawyer. "'Fly to Lord Leigh Avith that, and let no one else see it.' And then she turned and walked quickly to the cedar wood." CHAPTER LIV. HOME FOR THE LAST TIME. Again, with renewed numbers, the search went on. At three Mr. Storms came in, and said that as soon as the day was clear they would drag the Black Pùo¿. He had sent to the family physician to come at once, fearing for Violet, and desiring also the testimony and pre- sence of the physician in case their worst fears were realised. Day dawned, and sleepless and haggard, Violet Leigh watched from the eastern windows the brightening of the primrose sky to red and gold. She had heard the tread of many feet, as carrying canoes and drags, the men went by to search out the secrets of the Black Pool. The servants hung about in little groups, faces awe-struck and wan. Of all the household only the uabe was in tranquil rest. The sun was Avell up when the boats were- put out on the pool. they touched the water someone called attention to a certain thing caught in a low branch at the most,, distant part 'of the po<> They vowed thither and found a light felt-hat, known to be Loroi- Leigh's. In silence ihe two boots parted at this point, and moved in opposite directions around the pool, to meet the level, open spot near "The Folly," where stood Kemp, Adam, and Mr. Storms. When almost the entire circuit had been made with the drags, not far from The Folly," there was a resistance the drags of one boat caught some heavy object, and both boats came together. In breathless, terrified silence they drew slowly, slowly from the black depth their prey. A whiteness gleamed under the turbid water; then, closely clasped together, two still forms —a woman, all in snowy white, a man in a light woollen suit, heavy with water. Her arms were clenched fast about his neck his right arm held about her waist, but his left hand, as she dragged him down, had instinctively grasped the first thing it touched, and that, alas! the strong tough roots of plants at the bottom of the pool, and as he held fast to these in his death-grip, the doomed pair had not risen even once to the surface when they fell. They brought the bodies in, and loosening the enwrapped arms, laid them side by side upon the sward. Load Leigh was stretched at old Adam's feet; and Helen, cold and still, lay before her bridegroom. Kemp knelt down and touched the bridal gar- ments. "She said, when I saw her again it should be in these," said he; "and she has come, my bride, but not at the altar. He lias murdered her!" "No, Kemp she has revenged herself on him, and drawn him with her to her death. See this ?" said Mr. Storms, taking from Lord Leigh's vest pocket a note, the corner of which had protruded, and carefully unfolding it on his palm. "See here. She has summoned hira here, and under a false name and plea, to in.- ure his coming. She sought him, and net he her. in that fatal hour." "That's the lady, and that's the note," said a voice. At the head of the two bodies stood the urchin who had been Helen's last inc.: ea- ger. "She meant to die with loin,' saiu Kemp to .vuv Storms. Yes; no doubt." She never loved me, but—I loved her said the man bursting into a vehement pas-ion of grief. The other men fell back, with the respect due to anguish, and indulged him for a little space, as he knelt by the woman he had loved, and smoothed the wet hair from her brow, and called her by her name, and touched her dank bridal array. We must take them to the hou^e," said Mr. Storms. The men lifted two of the lower shutters of The Folly" from their hinges. Over one they laid a lion-skin rug, and on the other a leopard skin. Then on each improvised bier they laid a cold, still form, Avitli water slowly stream- ing from its garments, and through the narrow^ ailes of the cedar wood they took their way with their burden. Some had run before, and the news had spread. They are found!" Both together!" "Dead 1 "Drowned in the Black Pool! These were the fragments of news that reached the house, and which they meant to keep from the ears of the young Countess of Leigh. But she heard them, as such things are ever heard. She heard the cries of horror, the burst of weeping, the smothered warnings of silence. It was only what she had been sure would come. She had known well since mid- night how it would end. She knew by Avbat way, at the avenue facing the great entrance of her princely home, they would bring its dead lord in; and wall aud trembling, out into the •.vide sunshine went Violet, Couutess of Leigh? widowed, and alone. (110 be continued J