The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-01
DOMESTIC HELPS AND
 ADS TO HOUSEWIVES

FuriousIy he lunged, when suddenly the blade of his adversary whirled. sending out scores of scintiliating lights as 1t danced in the aiy above his head, He fell back as from blow, his wrist pumbed and deadened by the wrench that had carried the handle of the heavy sword from his grasp. Hugo Loubeaue had dropped his own blade to the floor and was studying him quietly, no glimmer in his eyes. Gibson g1aFed over his head. The sword was still swaying from side to side from the fury with which 1t had been driven into the low hanging wooden beam overhead. Instinctively his hand reach ed to recover his weapon when Lou beque laid a hand Of iron upon hiS shoulder.
 .sThat will do.'' he cried sternlye .eBe 8 man, sir" Again that melIoWed light drove the light of anger from his eyes His lips opened and the voice of him was little more, than a sigh; 'ssuch a man as Miss Lucille Love deaerves'
 Gibson looked at him, startled, aghast. Once more Loubeque would have spoken when, from below stairs. came the shrfll screech of 8 police mans whistle, followed almost in- stantly by rush of feet upon the stairs
 The spy's right hand moved along the desk. picking up small ivory box. exquisitely carved. which he handed to Gibson.
 You will kindly give this toNLu- eille-with my compliments and feIici- tations." he murmured,
 Gibson stared at him. wondering at the lack of emotion aa his face in this moment of peril Slowly. steadily Lou beQua stepped backward. Then sud- denly yawning panel stood beside him. He stood in the cavity q second, smiling as the door burst open, and Sergeant Daly. followed by squad oE officers, lurehed into the room.
 That's hfm!" Dalyss shout turned into wild yelp of terrors as the room shot from under the feet of the oe- cupants and they found themselves precipttated into the very bowels of the house.
 It was half an hour before they man. aged to. find their way outs half an hour which swallowed up Che inter national spy completely as though It had been the grave.
 Desperately. Lucille finished her
 
 hotel window over Pennsylvania ave nue. She was alone in Washington. E When the captain of the Terror had spoken of the court of inquiry before which General Sumpter Love was be ing tried for selling the papers he had received from Washington, she had con5ured up visions or him behind bars. But when she realized on reaching the city that he was at a hotel, living quite the same as she herself was allowed to live, her joy had submerged almost. Rvery other feeling. It had been four days now. however and still she had uot called up sufficient courage to see lm. s4s1
 All night she had been awake trying to scheme up some method of aiding i him. The papers she had recsTereds and it seemed that instead of helping she had placed in the hands Of the gOy~ ernment exactly what they wanted to convict She determined to appeal bn the secretary of war. Surely fheEs might be some chance in an appeal ta him. And so this morning, aGsaF a$ long. timorous glance up and gli D 2elfas long avenue, she had started 6oEet the army and navy building
 Miss Lucille Love-LuciIle Love''@. Hhe secreeary turned the card ever and. over in his hands while rsgariin8 heE narrowly the while. tsI have heard oG you, Miss Love, and Of the papers You may rest assured your story WflI receive every attention in the eondpcs of the trial of your father. CertadnIyi you know the nation can i'll afford tg lose such man just at this lime. ]"
 eBut you can investig igate-gny story is strange, unbelievable.'' aae pleade&