The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-29
DOMESTIC HELPS AND
 AIDS TO HOUSEWIVES


 Hurr1edly she searched the streets for the mysterious, residence of Hugo Loubeque She had ten minutes leeway before the ensign was due to cali, ample opportunity if she had not fer gotten any details of the message. Ina house was vacant. just as she had thought it would be. for Loubeque would never trust himself for a long time to the place that had once been faided. It would suffice for this short bit of business-that was all.
 She let herself easily in by the door, the smashed lock of the raiding party never having been replaced Swiftly she rushed through the familiar rooms. Tn the desk drawer of the spy she found medium sized automatic. the silencer still fastened on it. The front door bell changed.
 The last act in the play was about to De begun. Ensign Howell was at the door, unless the spy had detected her trick in tan1pering with the message of the carrier pigeon.
 Her right hand, which had been clasping the revolver concealed beneath her coat, unclasped, and q sigh of obvious relief came from her lips as she opened the door to greet a young
  know what she would have done had it been. Ioubeque.
 Ensign Howell?'' she nurmured- flushing prettily at the admiration and astonishment on the officers face at being greeted by such vision. 1T am very sorry" she murmured hurrfedlysN \ as he started tq enter, but MT. Lou beque. was obliged to leave hurriedly. He left word that he would surely be at any place convenient after 8s45''
 Any. place conyenient?' The oa1-s cer's tones were more of surprise than vexafion
 2 That 1s,' she hesitated ''where ft would be convenient for cutter OF boat of some sort to take him to the Terror That matter is of such fanpOr- tance he does not care-that isT
 The young man straightened himself, his face wearing an expression of wounded dignity. Lucille heaved sigh of relief
 That is quite MT. Loubeque's privi- lege,'' he snapped T shall write the address on a card where the cutter will lie so there can be no further mistake''
 Lucille accepted the card negligentIy, holding her eyes averted that he might not read the ecstasy that fairly flooded them. She watched his ruler straight back as it disappeared down the street, then cIasped the card feverishly to her breast The first move had been made, and she had more than taken the hon. ors- High hope beat in her heart be cause of the little victory She snapped her teeth tightly shut. Yes. the papers would be taken aboard the Terror. but not by Hugo Loubeaue. Neither would there be any affidavit with them from the arch spy She was ready for any thing now
 Laggard time for once flew while she waited the long interval that was to elapse before the arrival of the spy. Lucille found once more the tunnel through which she had been led. found mysterious passages and explored them. studied out the position she would De in when she completed her work with the enemy who was to come.
 A step sounded overhead, slow, meas ured, n1ethodical She pressed close against the switchboard to the house Of mystery, the emanation of tho mysteries. Her fingers trembled slight ly. The feet moved up the stairs She waited. fingers outstretched toward little ivory button. The cool surface kissed the finger pad, the pad upon which depended the honor of father and Sweetheart, which spelled home. life, love to her
 Hugo Loubeque moved slowly to his private office on the second floor. He shivered slightly as he went up the stairs. Ghosts were in the house. ghost memories that he was about to s1ag finally and forever.
 He seated himself at his desk to wait, wandering off in day dream of pleasanter memories. Luieille-hOw her. very presence here had made the place bearable., He took the precious packet of stolen papers from his pocket. E The sweet he had 1onged for was his now and yet it was not sweet.
 He slapped his fist heavily upon the ta ble, cursing himself for fool tl1at such thoughts should oppress him.
 What ailed the ensign that he did not come? It was past the time ap- pointed. That was most unusual He strode nervonsly up and down the floor Suddenly the f1Oor gave way violently baift,sss's him flashed down with IightniIl@ s3 ad bringing up upon the basement s.t nith such violenca that everything II the room was over turned. while he himself lay half stunned against the table.
 He staggered away. finding Himself so weak and dazed he was obliged to clutch the table edge to keep from topp1ing over. Something cool and soft brushed against his hand. then the softness grew as iron and his fingers were loosened from their clutch He staggered back, back against the basement wall He heafd Lucille's voice uttering a little, cry of delight. His hands encountered the light switch instinctively pressing. The room was a flood of yellow light. in the center Of which, slowly retreating toward the tunnel exit from the house, revolver pointed steadily at him. with eyes behind the revolver that were harder even than the glint of metal, stnnd T.r1ciIIl, T4nvsa ffsa rarpcin1Is Yaa lzssf