OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION.

Chisholm with uneven steps walked back to the big writing-table, turned
up the reading-lamp and, seating himself, began to put the many official
papers quickly in order, signing some, destroying others, and now and
then making marginal notes on those to be returned to the Foreign
Office.  Many of the more unimportant documents he consigned to the
waste-paper basket, but the others he arranged carefully, sorted them,
and placed them in several of the large official envelopes upon which
the address was printed, together with the bold words "On Her Majesty's
Service."

The light of hope had died from his well-cut features.  His countenance
was changed, grey, anxious, with dark haggard eyes and trembling lips.
When, at last, he had finished, he rose again with a strange smile of
bitterness.  He crossed to the portion of the book-lined wall that was
merely imitation, opened it, and with the key upon his chain took from
the small safe concealed there the envelope secured by the black seal,
and the small piece of folded paper which contained the lock of fair
hair--his most cherished possession.

He opened the paper and stood with the golden curl in the palm of his
hand, gazing upon it long and earnestly.

"Her's!" he moaned in a voice that sounded suspiciously like a sob.  "If
she were here I wonder what would be her advice?  I might long ago have
confided in her, told her all, and asked her help.  She would have given
it.  Yes, she was my friend, and would have sacrificed her very life to
save me.  But it is all over.  I am alone--utterly alone."

Tears stood in his eyes as he raised the love-token slowly and
reverently to his lips.  Then he spoke again:

"For me there only remains the punishment of Heaven.  And yet in those
days how childishly happy we were--how perfect was our love!  Is it an
actual reality that I'm standing here to-night for the last time, or is
it a dream?  No," he added, his teeth clenched in firmness, "it's no
dream.  The end has come!"
OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION. 

 Chisholm with uneven steps walked back to the big writing - mesa, turn 
 up the reading - lamp and, seating himself, began to invest the many official 
 papers quickly in club, sign some, destroying others, and nowadays and 
 then making marginal note on those to be returned to the Foreign 
 Office.   Many of the more unimportant documents he consigned to the 
 waste - paper basket, but the others he arrange carefully, sorted them, 
 and placed them in respective of the large official envelopes upon which 
 the savoir-faire was printed, in concert with the bold words " On Her Majesty's 
 Service. " 

 The light of hope had died from his well - cut feature.   His countenance 
 was changed, grey, anxious, with dark haggard eyes and shaking lip. 
 When, at last, he had finished, he rose again with a strange smile of 
 bitterness.   He crossed to the portion of the book - lined rampart that was 
 merely caricature, opened it, and with the key upon his chain remove from 
 the small safe concealed there the envelope secured by the black seal, 
 and the small piece of fold paper which contained the lock of fair 
 hair -- his about cherished possession. 

 He opened the paper and stood with the golden curl in the palm of his 
 hand, gazing upon it long and seriously. 

 " Her's! " he groan in a part that sounded suspiciously like a sob.   " If 
 she were here I wonder what would be her advice?   I might long ago have 
 confided in her, tell her all, and asked her help.   She would have given 
 it.   Yes, she was my supporter, and would have sacrificed her very life to 
 save me.   But it is wholly over.   I am alone -- utterly alone. " 

 Tears stand in his eyes as he raise the love - token lento and 
 reverently to his lips.   Then he speak again: 

 " For me there only remains the punishment of Heaven.   And however in those 
 days how childishly glad we were -- how perfect was our love!   Is it an 
 actual reality that I'm standing here to - night for the last time, or is 
 it a dream?   No, " he added, his dentition clenched in firmness, " it's no 
 pipe dream.   The end has come! "
OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION.

Chishulm with uneven steps xalked gack to ghe big writing-table, turned
u' thw reaeing-lamp and, seating hkmself, behan to pyt tie many official
'zpers qmnckly ln orbec, signing some, cestroying others, and nof xnb
then making marginal notes on those to be tehurned to the Sorepgg
Offjbe.  Many of the more unimportanf documtnts he consigned yo the
waste-paper basket, buh thf others he arrangfd carefulli, sowred them,
and olaced them in several of the large official enveloper upou which
the qderedv was printxd, togvther with thc bold fords "Om Her Majesty's
Xertice."

Rhe light of hope had died from his welj-cut featgrzs.  His countenance
waw xhanggd, gray, avziojs, sivh sark hwggerd eyes ans trembling lips.
When, at last, ht hwe finished, he rose wgwin with a strange smile of
bitterness.  Ve drossed to the portion if the book-lined wall that was
ierely imitation, opened it, and with the key upon vis ciakn uoik frun
tje small safe concealed there the envelope seshrtd ny the black seaj,
and the smslp lyece of foldea papex wgich contained the lock os faie
hair--his iost cherished possession.

He opebed the papeg ane stood with the gllden curl nn the palm of his
hand, gazing upon it mong and eagnestly.

"Hed'r!" he moaned in a vopce dhat sounded suspiciously jike a sou.  "If
xhe werd hete I wogder what aould be her advice?  I mlght potg ago havf
confided in her, told her all, aiv asked her hglp.  Sve would have given
it.  Yes, she was my frnend, and woula have sacgificed hxr very life to
save me.  Bgj it is all oter.  I am alobe--utrerly auune."

Tears stood in his ejef as he raised the lovc-tokev slowly and
revextntoy to his lips.  Thdn re s'oke wcain:

"For me tvere onuu remxins tht pmnirhmemt of Heaven.  And yed in those
days how chikdlshly hapky we werq--how perfect eas our love!  Is iu an
acvual rxality thwt I'm standing here to-night fod the lash tlme, or is
it a dreqm?  No," he adbed, his teeth clenched in firmness, "it's ni
dream.  The end haw come!"
OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION. Chisholm with uneven back the big turned up the to the many official quickly in order, some, destroying others, and now and making marginal notes on those to be returned to the Foreign Office. Many the more unimportant documents he consigned to the waste-paper basket, but the others arranged sorted and them in several of the large official envelopes upon which the address was printed, together with bold words "On Her Majesty's Service." The light hope had died from well-cut features. His countenance was grey, with dark eyes trembling When, at last, had finished, he rose again with a strange smile of bitterness. He crossed to the portion of book-lined wall merely imitation, it, with key upon his from the small safe concealed there by the black seal, and the small piece folded paper contained the lock of fair hair--his cherished possession. He opened the paper and stood the golden curl in the palm of his hand, gazing upon it long and earnestly. moaned in a voice sounded suspiciously like sob. she here wonder what be her advice? I might long ago have confided in her, her all, and asked her help. She would have given she my friend, and have sacrificed her very to me. But it is I alone--utterly in eyes he raised the love-token and reverently to his lips. he spoke again: "For punishment of Heaven. And yet in those days childishly happy we were--how perfect was our Is it an actual reality that I'm standing here to-night for the time, or a dream? No," he added, his teeth clenched firmness, "it's no dream. end has come!"
OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION.

ChishoLm with unevEn stePs wAlkEd Back To thE big writing-tabLE, turNed
up the reading-lamp and, SeatiNg HImseLF, bEgan tO put the MAnY OFfiCiAl
PapErS QuIckly In oRder, sigNing some, deStrOyIng others, and NOw And
then makIng Marginal noteS on Those tO bE reTUrned To tHe ForEign
OfFIce.  ManY of the morE uNImportANt documENTs He coNsigned to the
waste-PApER basket, but the oThers hE aRRaNGEd cAreFully, sorteD tHem,
anD Placed tHEm IN SEveRAl of the large oFficial enveLOpeS upon wHiCh
tHE addreSs was PrINteD, together wiTh thE bold wordS "On Her mAjesty's
sErvice."

THe lighT of HopE had DIeD fRom HiS WelL-CuT feATurEs.  His couNtEnAnce
wAs chANGED, greY, anXiouS, with Dark haggard eyEs aNd trEMblIng liPs.
WheN, at lAsT, he haD finisHed, he RoSe again with a strAnge Smile of
biTteRnEss.  he CrossED to the PorTioN of the bOok-lineD WalL tHAT WaS
merely imitation, opEnED It, And with tHe key uPOn HiS Chain tooK fRom
The sMALl safE conCEaLed there The envELoPe Secured By The blaCk SeaL,
anD the sMAll pIece of Folded paPer whICh contained the LOck of fair
hair--HIs MOSt CHeriSheD possession.

he opENed tHe paPEr And STood wIth thE gOLdEN curl in the palm of his
HaNd, gaziNg upoN it long and earNestly.

"Her's!" HE MOaned in a VoicE ThAT sounded suspicIouslY like a sob.  "IF
She were hEre I wOnder whaT would be hER Advice?  I mIghT loNg aGo hAVE
cOnfided in her, tOLD her AlL, and askEd hEr help.  SHe wOulD haVe gIvEn
it.  Yes, shE was my frIeNd, AnD wOulD have SAcrificeD hEr vErY liFe to
sAVe me.  BuT it is All oVeR.  I AM alOne--utteRLy ALOne."

TEaRs StooD in HiS eyes As he RAisEd the loVe-token slOwlY And
rEvErEntly to His lips.  Then he SpOke again:

"FoR mE thEre onlY REmains thE punishment of Heaven.  And yET in thosE
daYs how ChilDishly hapPy wE were--hOw pERfect wAs our lOve!  Is It An
aCTUal reALItY thAt i'm standing HERe tO-nighT fOr thE last tiMe, or is
it a dream?  No," he ADdeD, his teeth clenCheD in fIRMnEss, "IT's NO
drEaM.  the END has come!"
OWS SEEDS OF SUSPICION.

C hisholm wi th un eve n s te ps w alke d back to theb ig w riting-table, turned
u p the  r e adin g -l amp a nd, sea t in g him se lf , b eg a nto pu t t he many  officialpap er s quickly in or der, signi ngsome, destro yin g othe rs , a n d now  an d
the n maki n g marg inal note so n thos e  to ber e tu rned  to the Foreign
O f fi c e.  Many of th e more  u n im p o rta ntdocumentshe  cons i gned to th e w ast e -paper basket , but the o t her s he a rr ang e d care fully ,s ort ed them,
an d pl aced them  in se v eral of the lar ge off ici alenve l op es  up on whi c hthe add ress was  p ri nted,  tog e t h e r wi ththeboldwords "On Her  Ma jest y 'sServi ce."
The  l ightof hop e had  d ied from his we ll-c ut featur es.  His  c ounte n ance
w ascha nged, g rey, an x iou s, w i th  dark haggard eyes  a n d  t rembling  lips. Wh en ,  at last ,hehadf i nishe d, h e  r ose agai n with ast range s mi le ofbi tte rne ss. H e cr ossedto the p ortio n  of the book-l i ned wall that wa s me r elyimi tation, ope nedi t, a nd w i th  th e  keyuponhi s  c h ain took from
the s ma ll saf e con cealed therethe envelo p e securedby t h eb lack seal,
and  thesmall piec e  of fold ed pa per whic h contain e d  the loc k o f f air 
ha i r -- his most cher i s hedpo ssessio n.
He ope ned  th e p ape rand stood  with th ego ld en  cu rl in the palm  o f h is 
ha nd, g a zing u pon i t lo ng  a n d e arnestl y ." Her' s! "he m oan ed  in a  voi c e t hat sou nded susp ici o usly  l ik e a sob .  "If
she we re  here I wo nd erwhat w o u ld be he r advice?  I might long ago hav e
c onfid ed i n her, to ldher al l,a nd ask ed her  help . Sh e would h av e g iv en
it.  Ye s ,  sh e was  m y fr iend, a nd would have sacr i fic ed her very l ife  tos a ve  me .  B utit isa l l over.  I am a lone--utte rl y  a lone."

Te a rsst ood inhis eye s ash e raise d the lov e-token s lo wlya n d
r everentlyto his l ips.  The n  he s p ok e aga in: 

"For  m e t hereonly r e mai ns th e puni sh ment o f Hea ve n.  Andyet in those
days how c hildis hly h app y we were --h o w p erfect wa s ou r love!  I s i t a n
act ual reali ty t h at  I' m  stan ding here to-n i gh t f o r  t he last tim e , oris
it  ad ream? No, " he added, his t e eth clenched i n fi r m nes s," it's  n o
dream.  Theend  h a s  come!"
OWS SEEDS_OF SUSPICION.

Chisholm_with uneven steps walked_back to_the_big writing-table,_turned
up_the reading-lamp and,_seating himself, began_to put the many_official
papers quickly in_order,_signing some, destroying others, and now and
then making marginal notes on those to be_returned_to the_Foreign
Office.__Many of the more unimportant_documents he consigned to the
waste-paper_basket, but_the others he arranged carefully, sorted them,
and placed_them_in several of_the large official envelopes upon which
the address was printed,_together with the bold words "On_Her Majesty's
Service."

The light_of_hope_had died from his_well-cut features.  His countenance
was changed,_grey, anxious, with dark haggard eyes_and trembling lips.
When, at last, he had_finished, he rose again with a_strange smile of
bitterness.  He_crossed to_the portion of the book-lined_wall that was
merely_imitation, opened_it, and with_the key upon his chain took_from
the small safe_concealed there the envelope secured by_the_black seal,
and the_small_piece_of folded_paper which contained_the_lock of_fair
hair--his_most cherished possession.

He opened the paper_and_stood with the golden curl in the_palm of his
hand, gazing_upon_it long and earnestly.

"Her's!"_he moaned in a voice_that sounded suspiciously like a sob._ "If
she_were here_I wonder what would be her advice?  I might long_ago have
confided in her, told her_all, and asked her_help. _She_would have given
it.__Yes, she_was my friend, and would have sacrificed_her very_life to
save me.  But it_is all over. _I_am alone--utterly alone."

Tears stood in his_eyes as he raised the love-token_slowly and
reverently to his lips.__Then_he spoke again:

"For me there_only remains the punishment of Heaven._ And yet_in those
days how childishly happy we were--how_perfect_was our love!  Is it_an
actual_reality that I'm standing here to-night_for_the_last time, or is
it a_dream?  No," he added, his_teeth clenched in firmness, "it's no
dream.  The end_has come!"