The log cabin Democrat., 1914-10-30

iTdyeu tO lne Dreak1ng point, that Crart and diplomacy would be things of the past did she not relinquisb the papers to him now Yet duty. Iove-twin shadows wraithlike, yet of iron strength held her back from obedl. ence.
 Think. Miss Love. think of our DO siiioiis, Match my strength. brute strength. agHlnSt your own; measure the strength of any one of the thou sands wlo implicitly obey me. Those waters t"'. uo tales, give up no ghastly secrets. rniuk of that. Miss Love, Oeg of y"'ly then give me the little bag you wear about your neck"
 His voice was full of pleading, yet his eyes hei, death message which made her shudder
 "You seek to save the ones dear tu you, child. You think me wicked. cru el, relentless. and I am all of these things. Forty years ago I might have done as you do now, but all the i'm pulses of that time are dead, killed by your father; all the love l ever had.
  years, killed by your father; all the am bition of that time of youth, the happi- ness of hope. the pride of fatherland, is dead, has been dead for forty years. killed by your father, General Sumpter Love. And you-you think that would stop at violence to prevent your thwart ing me; you think I would trade those forty years Of hate for the faint splash of girls body on the waters of this great waste?"
 The while his tones grew lower. they carried a vibrant thrill that struck at her very heart. His face was flinty as, with passionate pleading, she lifted her eyes to his. Instinctively she recoiled as a shadow fell between them. Lou, beque drowned as Captain Wetherell joined them, his eyes flashing ques- tioning glance at the pallid face of the girl. Then the spy bowed gravey and stepped on the deck, followed closely by the captain of the yacht.
 Whispers of the men growing louder came to her until she could distinguish the angry voice of Wetherell. lifted now in surly rebellion. Lucille shrank back against the wall visualizing from the mans tones and the expression on his face. A greater horror than the waves came leaping to her mind Hugo Loubeque was her protection from this brute. She knew 1t was true.
 And then Captain Wetherell stepped inside her cabin. without the formality of knocking. closing the door cautious ly behind him, his every movement furtive. his face wearing a sheepishly leering expression.
 "What-what do you wantY"
 Immediately the question passed her lips she realized she had made a mis- take. that her tones showed fright.
 Don't be alarmed" he said softly. "1 have settled with Mir. Loubeque. You need have no further fear of him. my dear.'
 Fear! Lucille felt great yearning for the spy. need of his protection even as moment before she had thought 1t impossible to be in such mortal terror of any one as she1 had been of Hugo LoubeQue and his crafty manner.
 He understands who is master of this boat now. He attempts to give me orders, to bribe me to force you tC give up some papers, to threaten me-
 What do you want of me-" Even as she spoke a thrill of conscious tri umph surcharged her as she realized the tremble had left her voice
 Wetherell halted uncertainty, held back by her charge. Then her help nessness gave him courage and he moved closer
 Want" he repeated, then with ii short, barking laugh, "I want the papers and l want you"
 He leaped forward. clasping hel about the waist with his great arms the right hand moving toward hel mouth, closing over the delicate lips and smothering her cry of wild alarm
 He sprang back with a low toned oath of surprised incredulity even as her brittle laugh echoed through tho cabin. Slowly, a step at time, inch by inch, Lucille forced the man to ward the door. In smothering heI screams he had freed her right arm and her tiny fist, fighting against his beating at his body, had encountered his revolver, which she deftly alb stracted and had pressed against hi. chest
 "The papers are quite safe where they are," she murmured sweetly, the glint in her eyes belying the tones Come. captain; let's see how the mer