‘God have pity on my pain!’
When love smiles, how sweet the world!
When love changes, life grows dark;
All its hopes in ruin hurled,
Quenched in gloom, hope’s glimm’ring spark!”
The next day Judge Van Lew called his daughter into the library, and said, tenderly:
“My dear, I have a little plan to make atonement as far as possible for the wrong I did you.”
Viola gazed at him wonderingly; and he added:
“You remember, I refused in the heat of anger to permit you to have the fortune your mother willed you on your marriage, because you had not complied with the conditions set; but I am now convinced that I did wrong. Maxwell was a noble young man, after all, and if he were alive now I would welcome him as a son-in-law.”
“Thank you, papa!” she exclaimed, with a gratified smile; and he added: