Over these he pored with a face in which hope, despondency, resolve, and regret alternated rapidly.
Taking the locket out he examined a ring which lay in one side, and the childish face which smiled on him from the other.

His eyes filled as he locked and put it by, saying tenderly, "Dear little heart! I'll not forget or desert her whatever happens.

Time must help me, and to time I must leave my work.

One more attempt and then I'm off." * * * * * "I'll go to bed now, Hester; but while you get my things ready I'll take a turn in the corridor.

The air will refresh me." As she spoke, Lady Trevlyn drew her wrapper about her and paced softly down the long hall lighted only by fitful gleams of moonlight and the ruddy glow of the fire.