The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-26
cHAPTER xxlI.
On Board the Terrer.

UCILLE awoke to numbed Senss
 of failure, defeat, of loss irrepaE-
 able For few moments she
 A allowed her head to rest against the pillows, perfectly passive. retrae- ing the course of her efforts in the fight with Loubeque for recovery of the papers up to this disastrous con cIusion-
 She dressed Ieisurely and for soma time was seated at her window seat tering crumbs on the ledge for stray birds. As she crossed the room a'mo- ment later a metallic sound struck against her ears again and again be- fore she was even conscious Of at She looked about the room, then made out the sound coming from the window ledge. CuriousIy she regarded the pls geon strutting about there eagerly de vouring the crumbs. Upon his leg she saw a tiny brass cylinder, tap. tap, tap ping with his every step.
 Her heart gave her a warming humping violently even as she recog- nfzed the pretty creature for Q carrier bird. Stepping quietly to the window of her bedroom, she stared about her. smile crossing her face as by care fuI count she made out the crumbs upon the eighth window ledge from hers That would be Hugo Lsoubeque'a apartment
 Swiftly, softly, tremulously, for fear the bird might have deds Lucille reach ed the ledge. her voice low ana caress ing as she reached and clasped him firmly. Tn a second she had detached the cylinder. taking the tiny tissue pa per note from 1t.
 Arran gemerts complete. Deliver papere affidavit as to sale by General SumpteE Love now under trial. PashinGtons D. e At your residences 5sSo
 Lucille gasped as slae took in the meaning of the message For just a moment she sat staring dully ahead oE her, dfsnay and terror frozen In her eyes At 80 the international spE' D work would be completed and her fas ther ruined
 She cIfnched her fists tightly toEaEh- CT, pacing up and down the noor of heE suit, her pretty teeth fastened ulcUl her under lip. her very being V1Be with protest at the horrible GnJugtce of it all. It must not be. It could me be. She stopped suddenly, 1 tlgElt not be. Calmly she crossed fo f writing desk and added hnR t1roe the hour appointed, carefully mn an eight of the five. She R0annad tae. result of her 1abors with knitted bzos
 She lcosed the pigeon pclnttng l1iIa toward window Which NEa@ CD She knew Loubeque was gros4Es ln patient from that sign. BuEtfVlIF altc watched the eager hands clutch tas bird and draw him from view. I window slapped shut once mere
 His residence she knew mEat EH the house of mystery. the weird plecsi of horrors, of sliding sta1Feaas and folding rooms. That L04beQue should choose such rendezVouS showed how plainly he considered the last tgAciE 1E the game of his life played how Rls soluteIy assured he now was 0f Rn Iute and final success. At 6.8o EiElgB1 Howell would be at that house had three hours wherein to work.
 She rose and moved toward the doom closing it softly behind her For mo- ment she hes1tated in the haIl, tham rapptng upon the door.
 Nugo Loubeque, master of men and nations, whose power was so greae the course of empires halted at hiG spoken word Of command, moodily stared out his window after the car E6E D1GGOA nS AAdA teA9b forty years he had bent every energy. of his life for this day. And now that it had come, somehow the sweet had turned bitter upon his palate.
 Strangely enough, a tendsr smile played about the corners of his hand mouth as he thought 01 rhe girl upon the same floor with him. the girl who was the image of the Lucille of forty years ago.
 Lucille! He murmured the name oyer tenderIy, even as his fingers pIucked the precious picture of the girls mother from his breast pocket He had treasured that picture above all other possessions these forty years. yet now he found himself regardinE it merely as the likeness of the daugn' ter. Lucille. the daughter of that ote7 CT Lucille of the long ago
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 Fire destroyed six tenement hOuEsE