The Washington herald., 1914-06-28

sweetheart here, in flesh and blood the hand Of
Loubeque about her waist, drawing her gent
ly but firmly away from the window Instructive
ly her eyes flashed last look down. all the
frailty of her womans nature reaching out in
that glance TO the masculine sweetheart, beg
ging for his strong arm to aid and assist her.
Gone from her all the strength and initia-
tive and courage that had enabled her to brave
the dangers she had been through for his sake
gone was everything her desire for him to
save her. And, even the easement shut out
her view of him, she caught the lightning fash
of recognition as her appeal drew his eyes
to that window. And she knew he had seen her.
Loubeque restrained her firmly. He did not
speak but she flashed triumphant glance at
him, laughing look that defed him to do his
worst his face was scanned with sorrowful
thought. The changing of the bells throughout
the house ceased Instantly, just loud ham,
mering the door below rose. Came a flying
rush of men within the room, filling it complete
ly. Loubeque swiftly glanced about at the anx-
ious faces, then nodded.
THE tunnel" he cried sharply.
Lucille sprang once more TO the window
his grasp upon her was removed. From below she
heard the hammering upon the door but could
not see the rescuing party. Suddenly she
aware that the shooting downward,
like giant elevator. She glanced about her,
sick with apprehension, upon the faces so close
to her own in the narrow confines. breath of
rank, cool air famed her cheek from out the
darkness. Loubeques hand upon her wrist,
his voice softly advising her to follow him. Far
out toward them.
For what seemed an endless distance she
was led by the spy with always that rush OF
feet behind. The light was growing broader,
brighter. Loubeque released his hold upon her.
She could him reach and press harshly
against something. door evidently, for the
light slowly heightened and broadened. Day
light and a foreign street.
strange street from the one upon which
she had seen the man for whose sake she was
here; strange street yet close to that man.
Close?
bitter sob broke from her lips as she
looked at Loubeque and realized how infinitely
far away she was from him.
CHAPTER XXXXII.
at the Third Hoot of the O,ol, Leduer'
DAYS upon the desert-blistering days with
merciless sunlight pouring from the molten
kettle overhead, burning savagely at the i'm
pervious sand and cacti that alone had resisted
the fire so many ages. Days where the frightful
monotony of scene the british stupidity of the
humans who lived in the atmosphere of it but
made a telescope lens through which the world
was shut out that the memory-picture of home
so ever-present with Lucille might be intensified.
Nights of cold, unwinking stars; stars pitt
less in their steady undertaking scrutiny the
glover of sun. Nights where the desert breeze
searched out the marrow of the bones. Nights
surrounded by the minions of Loubeque, by
Loubeque himself. Nights of sleeplessness for
herself but nights filled with the sounds of the
slumbers of her captors.
Save Hugo Loubeque. Loubeque never slept.
Tireess, indomitable, figure apart from
everything, intent upon object and that one
hidden from all save Lucille, she saw he had
steeled himself against her now, that never again
would she be able to penetrate his pitilessness
in the pursuit of his previous revenge.
Close at hand was the hour for him to
strike; ready at hand were the means. What
was his object in seeking Mexico and the con-
stitutionalist leader she had no means of know
ing. That there was a great object one which
she must defeat at any and all costs, she knew.
1t was the eighth day he ran into foraging
party sent out by Villa in advance of his main
army. Much as she knew of the mysterious spy
Lucille was still surprised to mark the respectI
and Difference paid him by the dark-skinned
rebels. Consequently, several days later, days of
tireless travel, she was not surprised, on coming
with the main body of the army, to find herself
being treated with the greatest respect, while
Loubeque was in constant consultation with the
rebel leader.
Day after day she felt the growing helpless