The log cabin Democrat., 1914-10-02
LUCILLE LOVE THE
 GIRL OF MYSTERY
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path, bearing her gently to their creStS and passing her through the trough of sea to the next wave in line. From watching the myriad stars blazing in the heavens sEe became interested in trifles. never thinking of the precious papers she had rescued at so great effort from the international spy. for getting even the ones at Manila on whose behalf she had taken such risks to get them back Came long inter- val of restfulness where everything grew dim and indistinct, and the wa ter in which she was being tossed about seemed like a fostering mother upon which. in perfect confidence, she could rest her weary head and sleep.
 Little needles continually pricking at her flesh brought her from slumber so abruptly she strengthened bolt up right, staring about her incredulously Every nerve and sinew of her body ached terribly. cramping her so she could barely look about the long ex. panse of beach that seemed to stretch interminabiy in every direction Be- hind her she finally managed to clear her eyes enough to make out lux urious vegetation. obviously tropical.
 Safety meant little to her. Her brain was In such a state that the providen tial escape seemed natural That she was alone upon an island in the Pa cifc seemed simple enough. Nothing mattered. Again she closed her eyes and gave herself over to slumbcr which lasted until nightfa,l.
 Securely hidden by the thick vegeta tion. she settled down. taking a firm grip on herself and trying to reasse1a ble the things that had happened lo her in such fashion that she might know what was best to be done. Ano always primarily did her thoughts r~ vert 10 the papers concealed in l.. bosom of her dress. the papers and th' man who sought them
 The papers. Undoubtedly there something in them which would
 the clew. She stared at the oiled belt thoughtfully, fighting down the instinct which repelled her touching the secrets of another.
 The bulky envelope from Washing ton to her father which the butler had stolen from the safe was still unbro ken. She placed the packet to one side, knowing that if the spy did not care to investigate the contents there could be nothing in them which would assist her. The diary she investigated next
 Thoughtfully Lucille sat there, the diary in her lap, the picture of her mother in her hands Sbe knew the life of Hugo Loubeque now, knew the dominating hatred of his life, the love of his life. the gigantic efforts of the man. involving nations and humanity, the thousand tentacles of the man, stretching to every quarter of the globe.
 But as she looked at the faded pic ture the spy had cherished through all the years tears of pity filmed her eyes. pity for the man who could allow love to associate itself inseparably with hatred. She realized now that destiny itself was fighting in her behalf; that, giant intellect though he was, Hugo Loubeque had more than herself to contend with because of the unnatural baseness of his motives.
 But it was a fight. would be a fight to the bitter end. She must find out where she was, what nature of place this might be- what chance for rescue there was. She must get back to Ma nila, for the papers were no better than rags here. She must start imme- diately
 A long shadow suddenly reached out before her. Motionless she stood and stared at it. From another direction came the cracking report of a broken twig. In every direction, as though the sound had been a signal, shadows fitted. The sounds were louder now, more frequent Then with a rush. Lucille saw the shadows resolve them selves into figures of men.
 She had but time to make out their brown color. fear binding her. She closed her eyes fearfully, knowing she was surrounded. A hand touched her forearm timidly. Something in the touch was reassuring She looked about upon a solid ring of scantily clad natives, who stared at her in bewil- dered amazement Again the hand touched her arm.
 The native stood beside her, evident ly much bolder than his fellows. Lucille could scarcely repress a smile as she caught the incredulity on the mans face as he looked at his hand, evi- denty expecting the white of her flesh to rub of. They had never before seen white woman. And the girl