The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-01
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 A sessed the mystic amulet given her by the savage chief for saving his daughters life and which had served in such good stead against his maeht, nations worried him more than. 1aEG1e. True, his plot had succeeded, the pif his servant dug across the tran had swallowed her up and the old native crone had brought him the precious papers But he was worried. He felt himself at times almost wishing to be rid of the qualms which had forbade his serving her with death sentence.
 She had the mystic amulet stiIl and, always plotting in advance these things he wished done, it bothered him not to know exactly how great the power of that amulet was.
 Together with the uncertainty of hin position, with realization of the an- tense loneliness, his Inability to speak the language Of any people he might chance to meet, the international spy fought his way through the jungle in more of spirit of terror than he ever experienced before. Nights, when hel would build fires to fend off w1ld beasts that gathered in a circle and stared with their blazing eyes from out the blackness. he would find her face emerging from the dames
 'Is it possible that love her ans I loved her mother2ss he asked himself. But he fought against the thought
 Forcing his marches in mad desire to weary his body so at night his brain would succumb to the utter wear1ness that grdpped him, Hugo Loubeque tried to fight away this change that was struggling toftake place within himself.
 He noticed a growing suIlenness on the part of his servant, a sulky obedl- ence which came only grudgingiy aft CT rage had tipped his masters tones with menacing decisfveness. He de- cided to watch the fellow more care fully. though at the same time laugh- ing at himself for the nervousness which was growing upon him.
 It was late in the fourth night that he finally saw to the fire his servant had prepared and stretched out. sink ing almost instantly into profound slumber. He had fought against heavy sleep, for the actions of the native had been unusually furt1ve and rest less all day. The wakenfng was of the most abrupt.
 He started bolt upright, looking tn- stinct1vely toward the place where his servant should have been But the man was gone, and the fire was scat- tering wildly about. as though some one had intentionally disturbed fl that the jungle beasts might lose their fear of this man and bounce upon him. He heard the cracking of tw1gs under feet too swift to be other than those of man In terror, caught glimpse of q wavering, flashing flare of torch light heard inc piercing wall of g mans voice
 Grasp1ng his revolver, Loubeqae sprang to his feet. instantly wide awake. For just second he waited there. then drew a steady aim upon the 1eaping torch The gun spoke fol- lowed almost instantly by the shriM voice Of Lucille.
 Don't shootl It's Hon"-
 Loubeque allowed the revolver tO drop to his side. Suddenly the wonder of her being at his camp site struck him, and simultaneously bis hand sought the sack about his neck. ID was gone.
 Even as he darted forward. lighting madly against the black tangle pf veg citation 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 q wild animal, caught a stray glimpse of Llu- cfIle standing over a dark, shapelesS figure of man beside the bank of a. little stream. while. before the waving torch she had snatched from the camp fire 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 backward. He clutched vains ly for support, his hands encountering the arm of a man. Cold water closed upon him. and, still clutching the arm. he allowed himself to float down the stream for a way. Then. in a surn. he managed to secure footing and drag the body of his dead servant, hoFxzsIy 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. read fly locating the spot where Lucille had driven away the lion from his prey. But Lucille had disappeared. vanished as 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 way ing torch. And there was that in the