 of our Secret Service, has discovered my secret."  Chisholm,
whatever might have been his follies in the past, was now a man of
unflinching principle.  He had given his word not to attempt to escape.

"Then I will go with you," she said with resolution.  "It is half-past
eleven, and my carriage is outside.  We will drive down to St. James's
Street together."

But in all earnestness he begged her not to accompany him.  He did not
desire that she should be a witness of his degradation and arrest.  He
could not bear the thought.  He knew that the matter would be placed
before Lord Stockbridge himself, and that, in company with Cator, he
would be called into the presence of the grave-eyed Chief in whose
confidence and regard he had for long held so high a place.

"I shall go with you," she said decisively, now calm and composed after
her agitation and flood of tears.  She had braced herself up with what
was, under the circumstances, a remarkable effort.  By way of
explanation she added, half breathlessly: "I love you, Dudley, and my
place in the hour of trial is at your side."

He raised her bejewelled hand tremblingly to his lips, and thanked her
in a husky voice.  He, the Discrowned, dared not kiss her lips.

"Patience and courage," she said, laying her hand upon his shoulder
tenderly, just as she had been wont to do in those early days of his
career when she had so often given him advice.

He shook his head sadly before answering.

"Both are unavailing against the vengeance of Heaven!"

She was silent.  This man, whom she had loved as her own life, was a
murderer.  A gulf had opened between them, his arrest and denunciation
were imminent.  They could no longer be lovers.  All was of the past.

Her tender woman's sympathy for him in his hopeless despair was too deep
for tears.  Her countenance, usually so sweet and smiling, had grown
hard, and her eyes large and serious.  The caprice of her broken heart
was that this last drive to his chambers should be
of our Secret Service, has discovered my secret. "   Chisholm, 
 whatever might have been his follies in the past, was now a valet of 
 unflinching rationale.   He had given his word not to try to get off. 

 " Then I will go with you, " she said with solution.   " It is half - past 
 eleven, and my baby buggy is outside.   We will force down to St. James's 
 Street together. " 

 But in all earnestness he beg her not to accompany him.   He did not 
 desire that she should be a spectator of his degradation and arrest.   He 
 could not bear the thought.   He knew that the matter would be placed 
 before Lord Stockbridge himself, and that, in caller with Cator, he 
 would be called into the presence of the grave - eyed Chief in whose 
 assurance and regard he had for long retain then high a position. 

 " I shall go with you, " she said decisively, now calm and compose after 
 her agitation and flood of tears.   She had braced herself up with what 
 was, under the circumstances, a remarkable campaign.   By way of 
 explanation she added, half breathlessly: " I love you, Dudley, and my 
 place in the hour of trial is at your side. " 

 He raised her bejewelled hand tremblingly to his lips, and thanked her 
 in a beefy voice.   He, the Discrowned, dared not kiss her sass. 

 " solitaire and courage, " she said, laying her hand upon his shoulder 
 tenderly, just as she had been wo nt to do in those early days of his 
 career when she had so often move over him advice. 

 He shook his head sadly before answering. 

 " Both are unavailing against the vengeance of Heaven! " 

 She was silent.   This man, whom she had loved as her own life, was a 
 murderer.   A gulf had opened between them, his arrest and denunciation 
 were imminent.   They could no longer be lover.   All was of the past. 

 Her tender charwoman's sympathy for him in his hopeless despair was too deep 
 for tears.   Her countenance, usually therefore sweet and smiling, had grown 
 heavily, and her eyes big and serious.   The caprice of her broken heart 
 was that this final drive to his chambers should be
 of our Secret Service, has aiscovered my sgceet."  Ciisholm,
shatever might have been his follies ib the past, was now a man of
jnflinchijg princuple.  He had gitsn his word nkb to ctvempt to escape.

"Jhen I will co with you," sha rand with resolution.  "It is half-past
elqven, anc ly carriage is outxyde.  We will drive down to St. James's
Stdeet tojether."

But in alk earnestness he begged heg noh to accompany him.  He did noj
sesyee that she rhould be a witness of his degradation and arrest.  He
zould not bear jkw tjmught.  He kiew thwt the mattev would be plaved
before Lord Stmckvridge himself, and thet, in company with Cwtor, he
woglb be called into the prwsencg of dhe eeavd-eytd Rhisf in ahoae
confidende and regaed he had for long neje so high a pmace.

"I fhwll go with you," she said decisively, now camm and composed after
hee agitation and flood of tears.  She had braced herself up with what
was, under tha cirruostckges, x rfmarkable effort.  By way of
explanation she adqsd, hslf breathlessjy: "I love ypu, Diqley, and my
plxce in ths hour of trial is at yout side."

Ye raised her bejewelled hand tremblinglt to his lipf, and thanked her
in a husky vonce.  Hg, the Ciscrowned, dared not kirs hsr lips.

"Patifnce and duurage," she said, uaypng ver hand upon his shoulder
eenderly, oust cs she hxd bgen wone to do in thosc early days of his
fareet when she had sl often given him advice.

He shook his head sadky bexore anscering.

"Noth are unavaijing against tke vengecnce ow Heaven!"

Shv was silxnt.  This mag, whom she hag loved as hec own lifq, waw a
myrderer.  A gulf had oprned betwveu them, hiw arrest and denungiatiuh
were imminent.  Thty could no longrr ce jonerx.  Dll was of tve pxst.

Frr tevder woman's rympsthy for him in his vopemess despair was tpo deep
for tears.  Rer countenanve, usually so sweeu and vmiuing, nad grown
hard, and her eyes large znd serioks.  The caprice of mer froken heaxt
was that this last drive to his chambecs should be
of our Secret Service, has discovered my whatever have been follies in the of principle. He had his word not attempt to escape. "Then I will with you," she said with resolution. "It is half-past eleven, and my carriage outside. We will drive down to St. James's Street together." But in all he her to him. He did not desire that she should be a witness of his degradation and arrest. could not bear the thought. He knew that matter would be placed Lord Stockbridge himself, and that, company Cator, he be into presence of the Chief in whose confidence and regard he had for long held so high a place. "I shall with you," decisively, now and after agitation and flood She had braced herself up with the circumstances, a remarkable effort. By way of she added, breathlessly: "I love you, Dudley, and place in the hour of trial is at side." He raised her bejewelled hand tremblingly to his lips, and thanked her in a He, the Discrowned, dared kiss her lips. and she laying hand upon shoulder tenderly, just as she had been wont to do in early days of his career when she had so often advice. shook his head before answering. "Both are against vengeance of Heaven!" She This whom as own was a murderer. A had opened between them, his and denunciation were imminent. lovers. All was of the past. Her tender sympathy for him in his hopeless despair too deep for tears. Her countenance, usually so sweet and smiling, had hard, and large and serious. The caprice of her broken was that this last to his chambers should be
 of our Secret Service, has discOvered my seCret."  CHisHolM,
wHateVer mIght have been hiS FollIes in the past, was now a man Of
unfLiNChinG PrIncipLe.  He had GIvEN His WoRd Not To ATtEmpt tO esCape.

"TheN I will go wiTh yOu," She said with rESoLution.  "It is HalF-past
eleven, aNd mY carriAgE is OUtsidE.  We Will dRive doWN to St. JAmes's
StreEt TOgetheR."

but in alL EArNestNess he begged her noT To ACcompany him.  He dId not
dEsIRe THAt sHe sHould be a wiTnEss of HIs degraDAtION And ARrest.  He
could nOt bear the thOUghT.  He kneW tHat THe mattEr wouLd BE plAced
before LOrd STockbridgE himseLF, and thaT, In compaNy with catOr, hE
wouLD bE cAllEd INto THe PreSEncE of the grAvE-eYed ChIef iN WHOSe
coNfiDencE and rEgard he had for LonG helD So hIgh a pLace.

"I ShalL gO with You," she Said dEcIsively, now calm aNd coMposed aftEr
hEr AgiTaTion aND flood Of tEarS.  She had Braced hERseLf UP WItH what
was, under the ciRcUMStAnces, a reMarkabLE eFfORt.  By way oF
eXplAnatION she aDded, HAlF breathlEssly: "I LOvE yOu, DudleY, aNd my
plAcE in The Hour oF TriaL is at yOur side."

HE raisED her bejewelled HAnd tremblinglY To HIS lIPs, anD thAnked her
in a HuskY VoicE.  He, tHE DIscROwned, Dared NoT KiSS her lips.

"Patience and CoUrage," sHe saiD, laying her hanD upon his shOULDer
tendeRly, jUSt AS she had been wonT to do In those earLY days of hIs
carEer when sHe had so ofTEN given hiM adVicE.

He ShoOK HiS head sadly befORE ansWeRing.

"BotH arE unavaiLinG agAinSt tHe Vengeance Of Heaven!"

shE wAs SiLenT.  This MAn, whom shE hAd lOvEd aS her oWN life, wAs a
muRderEr.  a gULf hAd openeD BeTWEen tHeM, hIs arResT aNd denUnciATioN
were imMinent.  TheY coULd no LoNgEr be lovErs.  All was of thE pAst.

Her tendEr WomAn's symPAThy for hiM in his hopeless despair waS Too deep
For Tears.  her cOuntenancE, usUally sO swEEt and sMiling, Had grOwN
haRD, And heR EYeS laRgE and seriouS.  tHe cApricE oF her Broken hEart
was that this lasT DriVe to his chambeRs sHoulD BE
 of our Secret Service, ha s discover ed my  se cre t. "  C hish olm,
whateverm ight  have been his follies  in t he past ,  w as no w a man of u nfl in ch ing  p r in ciple . He hadgiven hiswor dnot to attem p tto escape. 

" Then I willgowith y ou ,"s he sa idwithresolu t ion. "It is ha lf - past
e l even, a n d  m y ca rriage is outside .  W e will drive d own to  S t .J a mes 'sStreet tog et her." 
But in al l e arn e stness he beg ged her not toaccomp an y h i m.  He  didno t 
de sire that s he s hould bea witn e ss of h i s degra dation  an d a rres t . H e
c ou l d n o tbea r  th e though t.  He kn ew t h a t themat terwould  be placed
be for e Lo r d S tockb ridge  him se lf, a nd tha t, in  c ompany with Cat or,he
wouldbeca lle dintot he pre sen ceof thegrave-e y edCh i e f  i n whose
confidence  a n d  r egard he  had f o rlo n g held s ohig h ap l ace.
"Is ha ll go wi th you , "sh e saidde cisive ly , n owcalma nd c ompose d afterher a g itation and fl o od of tears.Sh e ha d  bra ced  herself up  wit h  wha t
wa s ,und e r the  circ um s ta n ces, a remarkable e ff ort. By wa y of
explanat ion she ad d e d , half b reat h le s sly: "I love y ou, D udley, and my
place  in t he hourof triali s  at your  si de. "
Her a is ed her bejewe l l ed h an d tremb lin gly tohis  li ps,  an dthanked h er
in ahu sk yvo ice .  He ,  the Dis cr own ed , d aredn ot kis s her  lip s. 
" Pat ience a n dc o urag e, "shesai d,  layi ng h e r h and upo n his sho uld e r
te nd er ly, jus t as she hadbe en wont to  d o i n thos e early da ys of his
career when s h e had s o o ftengive n him adv ice .

Hesho o k hishead s adlybe for e answe r i ng .
"B oth are un a v ail ing a ga inst  the ve ngeance of Heaven! " 

S he was silent . This m an , w h om she  h a d l o v ed as her own l ife, was a 
m u rd erer.  A g u lfha d opene d betwe en th e m, hisarrest an d denunci at ionw e reimminent. They co uld no lo n ger b e  l overs . All wa softhe p ast.
H ertende r woma n' s symp athyfo r him in  his hopeless despair w as too  deep 
fo r tears. He r  co untenance , us ually so s wee t a nd sm ili n g, ha d gr o wn 
ha r d, an d he r  eyes lar g eand s er ious.  Thec a p ric e ofher broken  hea rt
was that thisl ast drive to h is c h a mbe rss houl dbe
 of_our Secret_Service, has discovered my_secret." _Chisholm,
whatever_might have_been_his follies in_the past, was_now a man of
unflinching_principle.  He_had_given his word not to attempt to escape.

"Then I will go with you," she_said_with resolution.__"It_is half-past
eleven, and my carriage_is outside.  We will_drive down_to St. James's
Street together."

But in all earnestness he_begged_her not to_accompany him.  He did not
desire that she should_be a witness of his degradation_and arrest. _He
could_not_bear the thought. _He knew that the matter would_be placed
before Lord Stockbridge himself, and_that, in company with Cator, he
would be_called into the presence of the_grave-eyed Chief in whose
confidence and_regard he_had for long held so_high a place.

"I_shall go_with you," she_said decisively, now calm and composed_after
her agitation and_flood of tears.  She had_braced_herself up with_what
was,_under_the circumstances,_a remarkable effort.__By way_of
explanation_she added, half breathlessly: "I love_you,_Dudley, and my
place in the hour of_trial is at your_side."

He_raised her bejewelled hand_tremblingly to his lips, and_thanked her
in a husky voice. _He, the_Discrowned, dared_not kiss her lips.

"Patience and courage," she said, laying her hand_upon his shoulder
tenderly, just as she_had been wont to_do in_those_early days of_his
career_when she_had so often given him advice.

He shook_his head_sadly before answering.

"Both are unavailing against_the vengeance of Heaven!"

She_was_silent.  This man, whom she_had loved as her own life,_was a
murderer.  A gulf_had_opened_between them, his arrest and_denunciation
were imminent.  They could no_longer be lovers._ All was of the past.

Her tender_woman's_sympathy for him in his hopeless_despair_was too deep
for tears.  Her_countenance,_usually_so sweet and smiling, had_grown
hard, and her eyes large and_serious.  The caprice of her broken heart
was that_this last drive_to his chambers should be