The daily sentinel., 1914-07-22

sweetheart here, in flesh and blood, the hand of
ioubeque was about her waist, drawing her gent
ly but firmly away from the window. Instructive
ly her eyes flashed last look down, all the
frailty of her woman's nature reaching out in
that glance to the masculine sweetheart beg
R1ng for his strong to aid and assist her.
Gone from her all the strength and initia-
tive and courage that had enabled her to brave
the dangers she had been through for his sake,
gone was everything her desire for him to
save her. And. even the easement shut out
her view of him, she caught the lightning fash
OF recognition as her appeal drew his own eyes
to that window. And she knew he had seen her
Loubeque restrained her frlnly He did not
speak but she flashed o triumphant glance a.
him, laughing look that dehed him to do his
worst, his face scanned with sorrowful
thought The changing of the bells throughout
the house ceased instantly just loud ham
mering on the door below rose. Came flying
rush of men within the room, filing 1t completes
ly. Doubeque swiftly glanced about at the anx-
tous faces, then nodded.
"The tunnel" he cried sharply
Lucille sprang once to the window as
his grasp upon her was removed. From below she
heard the hammerng upon the door but could
not see the rescuing party. Suddenly she
aware aware that the room was shooting downward.
like giant elevator. She glanced about her,
sick with apprehension, upon the faces so close
to her own In the narrow confines. A breath of
rank, cool air famed her cheek from out the
darkness Loubeque's hand was upon her wrist,
his voice softly advising her to follow him. Far
in the distance little speck of light reached
out toward them.
was led by the spy, with always that rush OF
feet behind The light growing broader.
brighter. Loubeque released his hold upon her.
She could see him reach and press harshly
against something, door evidently, for the
light slowly heightened and broadened. Day
light and foreign street
A strange street from the upon which
she had seen the man for whose sake she was
Close?
bitter sob broke from her lips as she
looked at LOubeque and realized how infinitely
FAR away she was from him.
CHAPTER xxxxu
at the Third Hoot Of the O,ol Jeapep
DAYS upon the desert-blisterinQ days with
merciless sunlight pouring from the molten
kettle overhead, burning savagely at the i'm
pervious sand and cact that alone had resisted
the fire many ages. Days where the frightful
monotony of scene, the british stupidity of the
humans who lived In the atmosphere of IT but
made a telescope lens through which the world
was shut out that the memory-picture OF home
so eyer-present with Lucille might be intensified.
Nights of cold, unwinking stars; stars pitt
less In their steady undertaking scrutiny as the
glover of Nights where the desert breeze
searched out the marrow of the bones Nights
surrounded by the minions of Loubeque, by
Loubeque himself Nights of seeplessness for
herself but nights filed with the sounds of the
slumbers of her cnptors.
Save Hugo Loubeque Loubeque never slept.
Tireless, indomitabe, a figure apart from
everything intent upon one object and that one
hidden from all Lucille, she saw he had
steeled himself against her now. that never again
would she be able to penetrate his pitilessness
in the pursuit of his previous revenge
Close at hand was the hour Tor him to
strike; ready at hand the means. What
was his object in seeking Mexico and the
stitutionalist leader she had means of know
ing That there was great object, one which
she must defeat at any and all costs, she knew
1t was the eighth day he into foraging
party sent out by Villa in advance of his main
army. Much as she knew of the mysterious spy.
Lucille was still surprised to mark the respect
and Difference paid him by the dnrx-sknned
rebels Consequently, several days later, days of
tireless travel, she was not surprised, on coming
with the main body of the army, to find herself
being treated with the greatest respect while
Loubeque was in constant consultation with the
rebel leader
- Day after day she felt the growing helplesk