The log cabin Democrat., 1914-12-24

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 rather pretty girl whirled into the center of the big dining room and with out waiting for the faint murmur of applause that greeted her appearance to subside, began to dance. Lucille mo- tlced that LOubeque had so far given himself over to the spirit of reverie that his dishes went untouched as he watched the indifferent dancing. h. spiration came to Lucille. She saw the weak spot in Hugo Loubeque's well nigh perfect armor. thought she saw method of reaching it. Quietly she excused herself and left the room Once at the end of the room her manner changed. Swiftly she turned, taking the direction she had seen the dancer leave and coming into a small room where the entertainers sat. She approached the girl. drawing her to one side.
 Tf l pay you we'll" she whispered eagerly, would you let me dance in your place the next time-pay you pay you $1OO-$5OO?" she added as the girl regarded her suspiciously.
 Five hundred dollars!" Wonderment glinted in the eyes upon her. What do you want-tO get chance at caba- ret work? ?"
 Mono, I can dance. but merely wish to do it once. There is a reason l cannot explain now. But 1t means everything to me. Please-please'- Tears glistened in eyes filled to over- flowing with such honest pleading that the girl quickly nodded.
 Let's see your york;" she demand ed. What line. miss?'
 Lucille slowly recalled an old Span. ish dance she had learned years before one she had danced in private theatri- calls. The cabaret dancer whispered to young man in the corner who took his guitar from its case and thrummed lightly until Lucille nodded
 You'll do,' the girl said five minutes later. then. with tinge of envy in her voice and eyes, "dead sure you ain't after me jobT
 Lucille pressed the money upon her. warmly assuring her over and over ~60bAA eAAsAt 6uNo VkNo 4OL uCI lutCuIlOu
 "Au right then. You're due in half an hour. I'll fix 1t with the manager and put the orchestra leader wise to the game. The dress ain't quite the stun fer
 Lucille, nodded gayly. Hurriedly she scribbled a note to Loubeque, re- assuring him as to her delay and beg ging him to wait short time until she came. Then she darted to her suit. fairly tearing her gown from her in her haste. She did not know what odd whimsy had induced her to pur- chase the little coquettish fun of a dancing gown that fitted the part she intended playing so perfectly.
 A bit breathless she returned to the cabaret The girl gave her shove forward and she found herself stand ing in the big room, heard, as from a long way of. the stringed orchestra brilliantly playing La Paloma."
 "G'wan! Beat it" It was the voice of the cabaret dancer.
 Lucille knew then that she must go thAOu6h VAIA WAdL 6uG udu SIdIlcu. Taking a long breath. her body swayed to the strains. Slowly. gracefully she gl1ded into the room, her face par tially concealed by the mantilla. A gasp of surprise followed her appear ance, men and women leaned forward, forgetful of their dinner. lured by her infectious grace and charm But she had eyes for but one man, the inter. national spy, who, surprised. pug. zled expression on his face, leaned far forward in his chair, watching this woman who danced so wonderfully.
 Then suddenly the music changed Lucille flashed a glance at Loubeque and from that moment danced to him and him alone. It was perfectly ob vious to every one in the room. The spy sank back in his chair, a bit em- barrassed but quite aglow with de light The music was growing slower slower, and, with trickling laugh of impish merriment, Lucille flung wide her mantilla and bowed mockingly to the arch-spy.
 For just second his splendid mouth gaped. then, with eyes that shot strange fires at her, his palms cracked vigorously together as he led of the whirlwind of applause that set the glasses and cutlery dancing. The or chestral leader waved his baton toward Lucille for an encore. and from her chair opposite Loubeque, into which she had sunk. she half rose to re- spond with a bow.
 "My Godi"