The Gem worker and the Idaho labor herald. (Boise, Idaho) 1914-1917, 1914-12-17
Lucille Love
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love and disbelief, and then she open.
ed her lips. trying to cry out aloud
the name of the man she loved. the
man she had worked so hard for, the
man who stood in the street below,
staring up at the very window at which
she stood But all that came from her
lips was the faintest sound. tremulous.
pihful; the whisper OF his name.
Before she could regain control of
herself. even realize that she really
was seeing her sweetheart here in
flesh and blood. the hand Of Loubeque
was about her waist. drawing her
gently. but firmly. away from the win
dow. But even as the easement shut
out her view of him she caught the
lightning flash OF recognition as her
appeal drew Gibson's own eyes to that
window. and she knew he had seen
her.
Loubeque restrained her firmly. The
changing of the bells throughout the
house ceased instantly just as loud
nammering on the door below rose.
Came flying rush Of men within the
room, filing it completely. Loubeque
swiftly glanced about at the anxious
faces, then nodded.
THE tunnelv' he cried sharply.
Suddenly Lucille became aware that
the room was shooting downward like
a giant elevator. She glanced about
her, sick with apprehension, upon the
faces so close to her own in the mar
row confines. 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.
For what seemed an endless distance
she was led by the spy, with always
that rush OF feet behind. The light
was growing broader brighter Lou
beque released his hold upon her. She
could see Him reach and press harshly
against something, door evidently,
for the light slowly heightened and
broadened. Daylight and foreign
street,
A bitter sob broke from her lips as
she looked at Loubeque. and realized
how infinitely far away she was from
the man she loved
Days upon the desert-blistering days
with merciless sunlight pouring from
the molten kettle overhead. burning
savagely at the impervious sand and
cacti that alone had resisted the fire
so many ages,
Nights OF cold. unwinking stars
stars pitiless in their steady undeviat-
ing scrutiny as the glover of sun;
nights where the desert breeze search
ed out the marrow of the bones: nights
surrounded by the minions of Lou
beque, by Loubeque himself; nights of
sleep1essness for herself. but nights
filled with the sounds of the slumbers
of her captors.
Save Hugo Loubeque Loubeque
never slept. Lucille saw he had steel
ed himself against her vow, that never
again would she be able to penetrate
his pitilessness in the pursuit of his
previous revenge.
Close at hand was the hour for him
to strike. ready at hand were the
means. What was his object in seek.
ing Mexico and the Constitutionalist
leader she had no means of knowing?
That there was great object. one
which she must defeat at any and all
costs. she knew
1t was the eighth day he ran into
foraging party sent out by Villa in adj
vance 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 dark
skinned rebels. Consequently several
days later, days of tireless travel, she
was not surprised ON reaching the
main body of the army to find herself
being treated with the greatest respect,
while Loubeque was in constant con-
sultation with the rebel leader.
Day after day she felt the growing
helplessness of her position. Lonbeque
seemed omnipotent in the opinion of
these men upon whom he appeared to
have stumbled
Still she would not permit hope to
die. The justice of her cause. the
growing humanity or the international
spy, her very youth and the power Of
her love forbade this.
Through the very eagerness and des-
peration of this feeling she slowly be-
came aware OF the attitude toward his
master Of Thompson. She was aware
OF the subtle atmosphere of hatred
which the slick scoundrel's mask of
servitude concealed so well. In lieu of
anything to do on her own account she
took to watching the man. following
his every move his every change of
expression.
Enmity toward the master he had
served SO well and who had mistreated
him mingled with hatred for the girl
he had so bitterly wronged and who
had brought his punishment abont.
Consequently Lucille was surprised to
come across briefly scrubbed note on
q BIT Of rice paper such as she had
often noticed the butler using ID rolling.
cigarettes. It was pressed tightly I
against one Of the partially cut slices
Of bte4d when Thompson served hia'
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