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256 | A HEART’S BITTERNESS. light felt hat known to be Lord Leigh’s. In silence the two boats 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 aresistance; 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 depths their Pace 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 woolen suit, heavy with water. Her arms were clinched 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 hot- tom of the Pool, and as he held fast to these in his death- grip, the doomed pair had not risen even once to the sur- _ face when they fell. They brought the bodies in, and loosening the enwrapped arms, laid them side by side upon the sward; and Lord Leigh was stretched at Adam’s feet; and Helen, cold and _ still, lay before her bridegroom. Kempt knelt down and touched the bridal garments. “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 has 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 him here, and un- dey a false name and plea, to insure his coming. She sought him, and not 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 messenger. ““She meant to die with him,” said Kemp to: Mr. Storms. . | “Yes; no doubt.” | “She never loved me, but—I loved her!” said the man, — bursting into a vehement passion of grief. The other men fell back, with the respect due to anguish, Gomicbooks: co