t realized until that morning how very desolate he should feel
when Violet was gone, for she might as well be going out of the world
altogether, as far as he was concerned, he thought, as back to Auburn
avenue.

How could he let her go--resign her to another sphere, as it were, for
some favorite of fortune to win? He was suffering torture, and it seemed
almost impossible for him to bid her a formal good-by.

Violet lifted a pained, startled look to his face at his cold, reserved
tone.

"Forgive me. I did not mean to offend you," she said; "but you must
understand something of how I feel. I know that you have saved my life.
I shall never forget it as long as I live, and you must let me unburden
my heart in some way. At least, I may give you a little keepsake, if
nothing more," she pleaded, earnestly.

He smiled into her upturned face. She was so fair, so eager, he had not
the heart to repulse her.

"Yes, I should be very glad of some souvenir--you are very good to think
of it," he said, with a thrill in his tones which brought the color back
to her pale cheeks.

"Thank you for conceding even that much," she returned, brightening;
"and now I wonder what it shall be."

"The simplest thing you can think of," Wallace said, hastily; "something
that you have worn would be most precious----"

He cut himself short, for he felt that he was betraying too much of what
was in his heart.

Violet flashed a sly look at him, and her pulses leaped at his words,
and the glance that accompanied them.

"Something that I have worn," she murmured, musingly.

She glanced at her hands, where, upon her white fingers, gleamed several
valuable rings, but she instinctively felt that none of these would be a
suitable offering.

He certainly would not care for a bracelet--he would not accept her
watch.

Then suddenly one dainty hand went up to her throat, where her collar
was fastened with a beautiful brooch to which there was attached a
pendant as unique as it was lovely.

"Will you have this?" she asked, touching it. "Mamma gave it to me one
birthday--you shall have the pendant to wear on your chain, and I will
keep the brooch always."

She unfastened the ornament and held it out to him.

The pendant was a small golden medallion with richly enameled pansy, a
tiny diamond in its centre, on one side, while upon the other was
engraved the name "Violet."

Wallace flushed with pleasure; he could have thought of nothing that
would