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28 DESPARD, THE 6PY. who have incurred our hatred, did not some day have cause to feel that we have power, such as few men have? Let them beware of Conrad! He will make their lives bitter to them.” “The work is before us, Conrad. It isa hard labor. The French begin to suspect me,.and, but that I know the nets of the English are drawing close about this doomed city, I should fear to remain here longer. The Governor’s private Secretary looked closely at me, and whispered to the Governor when they passed me yesterday, I begin to fear that some one of these who have been so long 3 in our power are kick- ing over the traces,, If the worst comes, Andrew Despard must go, and another take his place.” The man. at his feet smiled, .He alone knew the wonder- ful resources of this spy, and how he. had power to change his. looks;so completely that.;the very mother who.bore him would. not have known her son. “The trouble is with you, Conrad. You can not change, and if I go away, you may suffer ins | and abuse, I fear it,” “T do: not....They dare not touch me., Go about your work, and trust; to. me.to; take care of myself, . I can do it. You. have. not sufficient confidence in, me, Andrew, Remem- ber “that, I Joyed .her, too, as.such a. being can love any, one good and beautiful who was. kind to: him. Sometimes, i in my sad nights, I think, of her as I knew her, with her. brown hair dropping about her face. Her voice was soft and low, and when she'touched me, J. felt. that even: I: had something to live: for,” , “ Silence, Conrad,’ y gasped Reenaed, “Ts it. not enough that I. have lost her, but I. must. be. made to. feel it every hour by you? My burden is hard enongh to bear, heaven knows, without any thing;more being added.to it... No, Conrad, I am wrong... I see by your face that Ihave said too much. But, you know.how to bear with a heart. 80 wrung a3 mine has been this-many.a weary year.” f ol ai Andrew? Nothing you can say ‘will move me any’ thing . We bear this grief. together.” “Thank you. Bat I must. 89, Conrad. I have work. to 0. to-morrow. whi Despard could not appear in, I think he had better keep poll fora day or two.” COMMCE DOOKS. EO ae,