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A HEART’S BITTERNESS. “59 i oy gorgeous palace of the Duc de’Etoile was a blaze of ight. | In all that brilliant assembly, Violet, in her snowy beauty, with ‘her guileless face and shy, gentle’ mien, shone as a bright particular star. Every one inquired about her, and admired her, and envied Lord Leigh. Never had her aunt, the Countess Montressor, been so surrounded by a crowd of eager men as now, when this charming bride was beside her. It is not in youth and health to resist such surround- ings. Violet loved dancing; her little feet naturally kept time to music; and now all the splendors that met her on every hand wiled her from herself, and she grew bright and gay; and, for the hour, all those dark figures that had begun to fill the background of her life and intrude upon her silent hours, faded out of sight. But it was when she danced with Kenneth Keith that joy — ere ey passed into pain, and Violet became pale and still. | | id SS SS CHAPTER XV. ‘*THERE ARE SOME WOMEN SO LOVELY THEY CAN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.” After the second waltz with Lord Keith, the ball-room | seemed too close and dazzling for Violet. She longed for quiet—some silent place to still the confusion of her heart. and brain. Captain Gore and Sir Hugh Hunter, who had been-at her wedding, were in Paris for a few days, and she had promised a dance to Captain Gore. She excused herself on the score of fatigue, and when the floor was once more a kaleidoscopic vision of beautiful figures floating about on strong arms, with long, flower-crowned tresses waving, or | braids shimmering under the brilliant lights, Violet left her aunt’s side, and passing out on a balcony, was wiled into the inclosed garden, where parti-colored lamps made a new bizarre day among the flower-set paths. She moved along to a fountain, and sat down by the brim, and above her a great magnolia spread its dark shining leaves and comicbooks..co