Arizona republican., 1914-08-21

"Yes," she muttered fantly You have news Tell mel am quite strong to bear any thing after-this." Her eyes swept him with 8 brief contempt, then flashed about her prison. But the feeling was merely momentary. swal- lowed up in the great fear for those she loved
 "Lucille-" The spys eyes fell before the fear in the steady that met his own. Lucille. you are too young yet to know that in the completion of any great work always there are those who must suffer. 1 do not attempt to defend myself before you. 1 do not attempt to boast but you know that the enterprise of my life has been the greatest mortal victory just as the construction of a man is the most marvellous Divine achievement" He stopped, evidently ind ing it hard to continue.
 q would not harm you, Lucille; would not cause YOU one moments grief or misery, phy- scal or mental, for anything in the world But I would allow not even the-yes, the love bear you because of your likeness to your mother to stand in the way of destroying you utterly should you attempt to get in my path And so am very happy today, very happy for myself while I am. at the time, very unhappy be- cause of your distress. I know you cannot un- derstand my feeling. l only wish you to know that you have stolen the fruits the sweets of my victory because knowing you has made It pain for me to even so much as see your lips a. tremble."
 "victory?" She whispered the word aloud. It dnned in her with maddening insistence, drowning his tones completely Victory? You mean?'
 Silently he put the newspaper in her out stretched hand. She took it numbly, staring at the black, leaded type heading the column, staring at the familiar, the beloved name of her sweet heart there. When she looked up Hugo Eoubeque was gone had disappeared. But that did not matter to her now. The nature of his disappear ance did not impress her Nothing mat tered. The spy's victory was approaching com pletion.. One link in his plot had been welded, making the remainder of the work simple. But it was not complete. It not yet finished.
 Lucille looked about her wildly. She was prisoner, but before this she had been an apa- thetic prisoner, content to accept her solitary confinement. Now, she wild woman. Now everything that life held dear to her was being taken away She beat her tiny fists against the window, then stopped at the utter futility of 1t. She looked down and her eyes stared wide into those of pedestrian upon the sidewalk. 1t was the captain of the ship who had been her friend. She waved her hand, knowing from his eXpres- sion that he recognized her, that he had been hunting her. He made a motion as Of writing and she nodded swiftly then darted toward the little dressing table.
 And there she sat, dumb with misery. In the delight of seeing friends face at the psy- chologcal moment, when her despair, her misery, her desperation at it's height she had not thought simple thing like pencil, a pen, ink, paper might be necessary They had always seemed inevitably close at hand she naturally expected them. Again the realization of the care with which she entombed here came upon her. She darted back to the window. The cap ra1n nad dlsaPpedreu. AopeiesSly, pIedlnioSSiy' she waited. It was half an hour before he re- turned and shot swift glance toward her. Then she realized that he wise enough to make his appearance the street seem natural casual by not passing the place often. He drowned impatiently she shook her head, frcwned and passed on with a significant c,7nce toward the house.
 In despair Lucille looked about her. Taper she had. She store the blank strip off the top or inc newspaper page, tore it so that the headline cgarding Lieutenant Gibson appeared beneath H. She stared helplessly in the mirror, her teeth fasleped viciously in her lower lip, so viciously nat when she withdrew them tiny drop of red .ai appeared upon the delicate skin. If only sae had a pencil or pen, something to write with