Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-02

pouring forth at the realization of the narrow.
ness of her escape from the flames, at conscious
ness of the protection of these simple natives
And then she hugged the sack with the papers
and diary to her bosom and her lips moved
silently.
Hugo Loubeque had disappeared, disappeared
as silently as mysteriously, ominously as he
had appeared. But, thwarted, the man only
seemed to exercise more cunning, more desperate
remedies. The proofs of her sweetheart's inno-
cence had been close to being taken from her
this time. She must not risk such a chance
again. She must leave this place, must trust no
longer to these people for protection, must trust
herself no longer to the Fate that emed so
constantly to look after her. She must hide her.
self away from the master eye of the spy
Where? 1t made difference. She must
hide herself-away. That was all.
CHAPTER XIV.
Chief Borro,os From Chief.
A LII through the remainder of the night Lucille
clung to the child she had nursed through
her illness. And now the situation between the
pair was strangely reversed and she, the COM
petent white woman became the child, racked
and well nigh broken by the pertinacity and
boldness of Hugo Loubeque's pursuit of the sack
she had in her possession, while the little brown
savage, recognizing with that feminine instinct
common to all races and creeds that consolation.
comfort and sympathy the panacea which
was most needed by this wonder woman of the
fair skin, sat beside her silently all through the
night, her hand caspng the trembling one her
lips silent but her eyes speaking words which
would have put to shame any service the lips
might have performed.
Sleep out of the question. There could
be sleep while the mighty spy dogged her
steps, knew where she was. Morning came and
passed, the sun striking obliquely down upon
the village before she dared even stir outside the
hut, the little daughter of the chief at her side
silent and shy but always comforting by her
presence.
Lucille felt great desolation upon her,
sense of fighting a useless battle that day. What
had it all amounted to- the risks the situations
she had managed to handle so long as Hugo
Loubeque was undeterred in his efforts
mighty wave of nostalgia seized her in it's grip
and she felt she could willingly give over every
thing to be back in Manila
Hurriedly she went back to the hut signifv-
ing to the child that she wished to be alone
Inside, she flung herself upon the pallet of
rushes, giving vent to uncomfortable sobs. Her
father-she could see him transacting the duties
OF MS office like the grim old warrior he was,
but with broken heart at the absence of the
girl he had been father, mother, everything to;
Lieutenant Gibson-she longed so for the tender
tones of his voice, the caress of his fingers as
they twined about her own; the frends-the
friends and the gayeties and the hops and all
the little trifes dear to her woman's heart How
she missed them all (! How She longed to be away
from this savage village, this unclean place with
never voice lifted in her own tongue save the
dreaded voice of one who would stop at nothing
to wrest from her the thing which hau brought
her here!
She took the sack from her bosom and wept
upon 1t. For the first time she wondered wheth-
er it had all been worth WHILE wondered wheth-
er the grief her madcap enterprise had caused
those dear to her would not be greater than any
JOY at her coming safely through the ordeal with
the stolen papers intact could ever be.
1t was the only natural outlet for the strain
under which she had been so long a time and
when she dried her tears, it was the Lucille who
had urged her little mare across the parade
n vIa fn @1,o4h ho
land her aboard the Empress who smiled brave
ly out upon the world. She was shamed for the
weakness which had taken hold of her, shamed
and doubly determined that she should not fail
Only weak girl only the refined product of
prominent ancestry-yet would she prove that
under all the fragilty was a composition which
had needed but the ordeal of love denied to turn
it into steel, steel against which even such
one as Hugo Loubeque might hurl himself in
vain.
She had determined to get away Immediate
ly There was nothing to gain and everything
to lose by remaining here. Primarily she wished
to find some method of getting back to civiliza-
tion. The papers meant nothing to anyone save
Loubeque here, and Loubeque, with his infinite
resources could undoubtedly manage to get away
Secondarily, Loubeque knew where she was and
his futile INSCRIPTIONS brain would find meth
cd of gaining them. She must get away.
She was quite positive some difficulty would
present itself in making escape from the
native friends who had fairly defied her from
the moment of the child's recovery. But they
should be easily eluded, that should be readily
surmountable difficulty in the light of what she
had already accomplished
On going into the little street she noticed
the chief in earnest conference with his daugh-
ter and an old native woman whom Lucille had
no recollection of seeing about the village be-
fore. Had she but known this was but another
seville tool of Hugo Loubeque's what future dam
gers she might have been saved. Coming closer
she knew that it was a stranger; moreover, from
the light upon the crone's wrinkled countenance
and the furions gesticulations she made toward
her. she felt that she the object of controversy
And the daughter of the old chief seemed adding
her pleas to those of the old woman with effect
Lucille stood little apart watching the
conference it disbanded. She had picked up