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!" The stillness of the night remained unbroken for a long time, for he continued to stand beside the table with the fair curl in his nervous hand. Many times he had been sorely tempted to destroy it, and put an end to all the thoughts of the past that it conjured up. And yet he had grown to regard it as a talisman, and actually dare not cast it from him. "Little lock of hair," he said at last in a choking voice, his eyes fixed upon it, "throughout these years you have formed the single link that has connected me with those blissful days of fervent love. You are the only souvenir I possess of her, and you, emblem of her, fragile, exquisite, tender, were my faithful companion through those long journeys in far-off lands. In days of peril you have rested near my heart; you have been my talisman; you have, sweet and silent friend, cheered me often, telling me that even though long absent I was not forgotten. Yes--yes!" he exclaimed wildly; "you are part of her-- actually part of her!" and again he kissed the lock of hair in a burst of uncontrollable feeling. Suddenly he drew himself up. His manner instantly changed, as the stern reality again forced itself upon him.