The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-08

"There is no wster,' he, said gently. fore having her placed in the open boat. Instinctively her hands flew to her bosom, the harsh feel of the ruby necklace which she had tAken from the underground cavern with her meet ing her clutch. Rubies of untold, of fabulous value she had, and the thought of power, of money-should she ever come safely out of thfs-gave her sweeping sensation of elation-
 s.Captain Wetherell took the papers" :" she answered quietly, studying the spy's face to see what effect the an nouncement made. Again came un- willing admiration. for the mans i'm perturbability.
 @Indeed,'' he murmured. Then after a long period spent in profound thought: -'Well, perhaps it is better so Perhaps it is better"
 For full hour he did not speak an hour wherein the stars. sprayed themselves oyer the heavens. Then he spoke again as though to himself:
 'sYes, child. perhaps it is better so. It is so much simpler to fight against WethereH than against you
 There was a note of pathos, of long ing, in his tones that made her lips trembIe in sympathy for the man who had so splendidly misjudged the life that had been given him, had so mis- used the marvellous brain. Again came that feminine instinct to proselyte, and again did a glance at his determined face make her desist., She would fight and fight and die fighting to prevent him accomplishing his aim, but, to save her, she could feel no hatred against this one who would wreck those she held most dear.
 You still have hope" she murmur ed, anxious to hear him answer in the affirmative.
 sHope!' he laughed aloud. Child, it is written in the stars that shall not fail, cannot fail. You have read my diary. You know what I have done to accomplish nay ends. I have overthrown nations, have thousands at my feet And all for what? That when I struck at the man I hated there should be no chance for failure. And now the last chance has been overthrown. faltered, Lucille. I fal- tered when I should have put you out of my path forever; when should have made an end to your interfer- ence. Destiny has intervened, Lucille, I know it, feel it-in my heart.''
 She watched him, fascinated, as ht coolly rose and examined the proyis- ions apportioned them, counting each biscuit, testing the water keg.
 "By stinting, there is enough for three days he said quietly T think it would be better to wait till morn ing" He drew his coat off and pass ed it to her, frowning down her remon- strances at the deprivation. The warmth of r made her realize for the first time that she had been chilled through by. the cold night air and she flashed him a look of gratitude, watching him as he bent over a slip of paper after long scrutiny of the stars. Then she slept.
 She woke to 8 sensation of pain in her head, as though some giant weight rested there. pressing down as though to crush the forehead. For a moment she did not realize where she was stared about her perplexedly, tried to Identify the gentle, undulating motion of the boat, tue soft sweeping sound of the waters. Then her eyes met the melancholy ones of Hugo LoubeQue.
 The sun was beating down upon them .ferociously, as though it would consume those hardy intruders. Her head ached, when she would have spoken, she found her tongue swollen, her voice thick. her lips parched.
 Water Y please" she stammered, then glared in horror at the interna-