Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-09

loved from dishonor.
And, in the midst of the fight within him
sei1' hugo Loubeque would cry aloud at the birth
pains of affection for the girl struopIino ogainst
the demons of hate and revenge which had so
long dominated his very soul. And often in the
sell lnnlcted agony of fighting to continue his
tNe-ong efforts toward annihilatng General
Sumpter Love, her father, he would roughly or
der his servant to rise and take I'M the drearv
march once more.
Forcing his marches in mad desire to weary
ms pody so, at night, his brain would succumb
TO the utter weariness that gripped him HUGO
Loubeque tried to fight away this chance that
was struggling to take place within himself He
knew that it could not come, knew that the habit
OF hfetme, such thought he had concen-
trated on his revenge could not be beaten down
by anything, and still there was something with
IN him which taunted him with his inability to
put the girl out of the way where she would no
longer be hindrance in the working out of his
plans
He noticed growing sullenness on the mart
OF his servant, sulky obedience which came
only grudgingly after rage had tipped his mas
Ter tones with menacing decisiveness. He de-
clded to watch the fellow more carefully though
at the same time laughing at himself for the
nervousness which growing upon him. 1t
was as though he could sometimes feel a shadow
?ulte olHerent from the dark shadow of the
jungle, between his shoulder blades where he
could not reach nor see nor identify il but which
he knew for the shadow of impending calamity
And what calamity was there, what calamity had
tnere oeen In all his eventful life to compare to
tne shadow of the frail girl-woman who shared
with him this jungle? Enemies, each sworn to
overcome the other no odds at what cost, they
occupied this great, damp beast-rdden Jungle
themselves the most ferocious of all the beasts
"ltnn 1ts boundaries when it came to the ac-
cofnpilshment of mutual purpose-the holding
OF securing OF the papers that to one meant re-
Venge, the other love.
1t was late in the fourth night that he final
~ saw to the fire his servant had prepared and
stretched out, sinking almost instantly into pro-
round slumber He had fought against heavy
sleep for the actions of the native had been un-
usually 1urtlve and restless all day. There had
oeen tunes when he would STOP retrace their
path always as though studying their trail How
long ne had slept he had no means of knowing
The wakening was of the most abrupt.
de started bolt upright, looking instinctively
toward the place where his servant should have
oeen. But the man had gone and the fire was
scattering wildly about as though someone had
intentionally disturbed it that the Jungle beasts
might lose their fear of this man and pounce
upon him. He heard the cracking of twigs under
Ieet TOO swift to be other than those of man in
terror caught glimpse of a waverng, flashing
mare OF torch-light, heard the piercing wall of a
Graspng his revolver. Loubeque sprang to his
feet, instantly wide-awake. For Just a second he
waited there then drew steady aim upon the
leaplng torch. The gun spoke, followed almost in
stantIy by the shrill voice of Lucille.
Don't shoot! It's lion----''
Loubeque allowed the revolver to drop to his
sade. Suddenly the wonder of her being at his
camp site struck him and simultaneously his hand
sought the sack about his neck 1t was gone, dis
appeared.
Even as he darted forward, fighting madly
against the black tangle of vegetation that barred
his way he was withheld by some feeling within
from firing the revolver at that torch. He could
hear the low growls of wild animal, caught a
stray glimpse of Lucille standing over dark
shapeless figure of man beside tile bank of a
little stream, WHILE before the waving torch she
had snatched from the campfire of her enemy,
great lion was silently retreating
Loubeque caught glimpse of this, then in
his efforts to reach her side, he was shut from
sight completely He tried to stumble back to
her when the ground seemed to kick up it's heels
and slide backwards. He clutched vainly for sup
port, his hands encountering the arm of a man.
Cold water closed upon him and, still clutchiug
the arm. he allowed himself to float down the
stream for ways Then, in turn he managed
to secure footing and drag the body of his dead
servant horribly mutilated by the claws of the
lion, to shore. But search though he would the
little bag that contained the papers was not to
be found.
Loubeque fought his way back to the spot
where he had made his fire, readily locating the
spot where Lucille had driven away the lion from
his prey But Lucille had disappeared, vanished
completely as though the earth had swallowed
her up The international spy stood long time
in silence beside the place where he had seen the
VT Ng torch. And there was that in the eyes
that looked down at the revolver in his hand
which told that next time he would not hesitate
to use it