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| DESPARD, THE sPY. by. your side, and you shall see me die.es bravely as if I had a better form than this.” . The guards laid hands upon him. | ) “ Off, you vile. pack !” he shouted. “Off, 1 say! I am your prisoner, and shall not attempt ‘to eseape. Fools that you are, do you not see that I came here todie? ‘Why should I escape. when. he stands there Pt ‘“‘ Nothing now remains,” ¢ iid the Governor, making a sig- nal to the guards to stand back, “‘ but to ask the decision of the court. f your guilt there remains no doubt; for both confess it. Before I ask the decision of this court, let me ask you, where is the English spy, the Silent Slayer ?” “T know not. Safe from your hands, I hope, Come, your sentence. Give me your hand, m~ ~oble Conrad; we can die bravely yet. It is something, .tter all, to know that we have been true to each other, and to our oaths, this many a year.” “ Silence |” said Dujardin, stooping over from the, ince where he stood, and striking the prisoner on the mouth with the flat of his hand. . Despard, had endured much that: day——tke threats of the eyes about him, the gallows before him, the sacrifice of .Con- rad, and the ill-concealed trinmph ‘in the face of Dujardin. But, when he felt. the blow, he lifted -bis manacled: hands and brought them down with resistless force upon the head ‘of the insulter.. Nothing but) the thick: cap he wore prevented his skull from being beaten in like an eggshell. As it was, ise lay prostrate, the blood gushing in: a gory stream from his mouth and nose, . . * He has killed bin,” said one of the omoens, as fowh stooped to raise him. | “ Served him right, for striking a prisoner,” ‘said anethét: “ Eh, bien,” said D’Aunnale, the Secretary, taking snuff to an,alarming. entant, “he omiices well. i Monsieur pa: jordin Poe " “Tg he dead ” said the Biiaruate of No, your excellency, only stunned.” “Take him out. Gentlemen, you who adjudge ¢ these 1 rm guilty of death, raise your rightzhands.” : JEvery.iand wag raised, and: the Governor stood wp. COMIGIOOKS GO