The Washington herald., 1914-05-17

Love-twin shadows, wraith-like. vet Of iron
streneth-held her back from obedience. The spy
recognized the spirit in the girl and stepped to-
ward the portfolio. motioning with his hand to-
ward the dancing waves without, his voice low
pitched vet surcharged with ominousness.
Think. Miss Love, think of our positions
Match my strength brute strength, against your
own; measure the strength of any one of the
thousands who implicitly obey me. Those waters
tell tales, give up no CHASTITY secrets. See how
the reach up toward u.s. think how the
body of each wave is but a mouth, large enough
and speedy enough to gulp any object thrown
toward It. Think of that. Miss Love, beg of
you. then give me the little bag you wear about
your neck"
bis voice was full Of pleading yet his eyes
held a death message which made her shudder
as she realized the sincerity of his threat.
you seek to save the ones dear TO you,
child. from the one hate You think me wicked,
cruel, relentless and l am all of these things.
You fight me on the impulse of love and fight
back with the poison OF hate that is my very
life, my heart and soul and my body. Forty
years ago l might have done you do now,
but all the impulses of that time are dead, killed
by your father; all the love I ever had the only
love, has been dead for forty years. killed by
your father; all the ambition of that time of
youth, the happiness Of hope, the pride of father
killed by your father General Sumpter Love.
And you-you think that I would stop at vio-
lence to prevent your thwarting me; you think
/ would trade those forty years of hate for the
faint splash OF girls body on the waters or
this great waste. True, the sound would din in
my ears of nights-but the forty years have
been filled with just such sounds; true there
would be regret for one who recalls memories I
thought quite dead-but the forty years have
supplanted those memories with active dreams of
hate-hate-hate"
The while his tones grew lower. they carried
q vibrant thrill that struck at her very heart.
His face was fnty, with passionate pleading
she lifted her eyes to his. Instinctively she
coiled as a shadow fell between them. Loubeque
frowned as Captain Wetherell joined them, his
eyes flashing questioning glance at the pallid
face Of the girl. Lucille watched the two men
breathlessly, realizing she looked at them,
that they hated each other. realizing also that
she was the cause of this hatred Like a battle
of dogs it was, the two, silent. motionless men.
Then the spy bowed gravely and stepped on the
deck, followed closely by the captain of the
yacht.
Cold the waves were to the eye where, be-
fore, they had been warm and inviting: heart
less the splash against the yachts frail sides
where before it had soothed her weary brain to
slumber and to pleasant dreams. And after all,
was she not foolish in attempting to combat this
giant Of a man? Was she not absolutely in his
power? How had he come aboard the boat,
dared speak to Captain Wetheren as he had
were he not speaking the truth regarding his
position here?
Her question was partially answered by the
whispers of the men growing louder and louder
until she could distinguish the angry voice of
Wetherell, lifted in surly rebellion. Lucille
shrank back against the wall visualizing from
the mans tones the expression on his face.
greater horror than the waves came leaping to
her mind Hugo Loubeque was her protection
from this brute She knew 1t was true. And the
mans voice showed that he was out from
control, that he in rebellion against the iron
hand of the spy.
There flashed across her mental vision every
lineament of the man as he struck down the old
bosun, and, as though the picture subconsciousy
Developed there called up the actual individus
out the formality of knocking. closing the door
cautiously behind him, his every movement fur
tive, his face wearing sheepishly leering ex-
preston as he stood there s regarding the girl
she tried vainly 70 conceal and cover under the
guise of indignation at the intrusion.
"What-Shat do you want?"
Zmmsdistely the question Raassd her In