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129 | A HEART'S BITTERNESS. ‘‘Tord Keith and his mother left renewed good-by for you, Norman.” “Yes? I bade them good-by at beakfast.” -**T shall miss them,” began Violet. ‘“You have company enough, madam, I should say. The house is filled with yous guests,” retorted Leigh. “T should not want any guests, if we could only be ‘happy together, Norman,” she said, softly. ‘If I only knew how to make you happy—if you only would be fond of me 4 | | ‘‘ What now!” said Leigh, harshly; ‘* don’t you have all your own way? Are you not surrounded with splendor? What new gewgaws will you have? Shall I rebuild the Towers?” ‘‘It is not that, Norman,” said Violet, tears trembling on her long lashes. ‘‘ You know I do not.care for splen- dor. What I want is sympathy, kindness, love. If you only——”_ | Pot oi sence!” said Leigh. ‘‘ What new whim is this? You don’t want splendor? You want love in a cottage, I sup pose——” - **T would rather have love in a cottage than a palace without love,” said Violet. ‘‘ We promised to love each other, and we ought to try to doso. We are not trying, ~T’m afraid. Let us try to have more confidence—more love, that community of interest that we should have.” ‘‘l’m not up to the sentimental flights,” retorted this man, who within a week had been pleading at Edna Am- brose’s feet, that ‘‘ love deserved response.” Violet fixed her sad, reproachful eyes on the hard, scowl- | ing face of Leigh. But she would not be rebuked; she might win him to better things. She said, softly: ‘‘Why should we spend our lives estranged and lonely, when we might be godd, and happy, and helpful to each other? I see you are not happy; neither am I. Let us try and do better. Perhaps it is partly my fault; perhaps I did not try hard enough to please you when we were first mar- ried, when we were at Paris.” ““] remember you did do me the honor to say I married | you for your fortune,” said Leigh, sarcastically. ‘< Whatever I said that was wrong, forgive me. It is the misfortune of my life that I have had a fortune; it has made me suspicious. Let us forget all unkind words.” GComicbooks