Arizona republican., 1914-07-10

fight inherent in human flesh ln- duced her to continue the effort to float.
 Mountains of waves sifted along her path, hearing 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 she became interested in trihes, never thinking of the precious papers she had rescued at great effort from the international spy, forgetting the ones at Manila on whose behalf she had taken such risks to get them back. Came Q long interval of restfulness where everything grew dim and indistinct and the water in which she being tossed about seemed like A fostering mother upon which, in perfect con- fdence she could rest her weary head and sleep. The lap-lap of the waves wove itself into lullaby and slowly her eyes closed ana, dlealh- ire. she slept.
 Little needles continually pricklng at her ne,h brought her from sumber so abruptly she straightened bolt upright, staring about her 1n- credulously. Before her stretched the giant ocean, peaceful now save for playful white caps that rushed ferociously at her from far down a long sand bar then wore themselves out by the time they touched the soes of her feet. Every and sinew of her body ached terrloiy, cramping her she could barely look about the lonr expanse Of beach that seemed to stretch interminably in every directon. Behind her she finally managed to clear her eyes enough to make out luxurious vegetation' obyiousy tropical. The sun. copper cauldron glared upon her almost burning her flesh with the ferocity with which he applied his heat in effort to loosen the joints stfened by so long cold and exposure.
 Safety meant little to her. Her brain was in such a state that the provdential escape aeemed natural. That she alone upon an island in the Pacific seemed simple enough. Nothing mattered. Agai7 she closed her eyes and gave herself over to s4.nber which lasted until nightfall.
 Securely hidden by the thick vegetation, she settled down, taking firm grip on herself and trying to reasselnble the things that had hap pened to her in such fashion that she might ,,. hagt tp ha primarily did her thoughts revert to the papers concealed in the bosom of her dress, the papers and the man who sought them.
 Even here she shuddered at recollecting the features of the man. expressive of his char acter The premontion came to her that noth- ing could thNart him. that his cold resolve was So great as to force the clements to battle with him. And yet-what was it all about? Why should this so desire to ruin the ones she held dear?
 The papers-Undoubtedly there some- thing in them which would afford the clue. She stared at the oiled belt thoughtfully, fighting down the instinct which repelled her touching the secrets of another. There something in the very care with which the oiled belt had been wrapped about its contents that told her how imperative it was she should have scruples in fighting one versed in warfare as Hugo Lou beque
 The bulky envelope from Washington to her father which the butler had stolen from the safe was still unbroken She placed the packet to one side knowing that if the spy did not care to iovestipate the contents there could be nothing in them which would assist her. The diary she investigated next, reading there until the shafts of moonlight which penetrated the thick foliage wandered away, leaving but pale, silver shadow.
 But Lucille paid attention to the lack of light was not even thinking of Ter predcament. Thoughtfully she sat there, the diary in her lap, the picture of her mother in her hands. She knew the life of Hugo Loubeque now, knew the dominating hatred of his life, the love of his fe the gigantic efforts of the man, involving na- tions and humanity, the thousand tentacles of the man. stretching to every quarter of the globe
 Rut as she looked at the faded picture the spy had cherished through all the years, tears of pity filmed her eyes, pity for the man who couio allow love to associate itself inseparably with hatred.
 The rnselfish love for @ wrongly accused man was the motive that impelled her every move had led her to take such great risks would lead her to take any that might be even greater Hate misshapen offspring of wrongly founded love- dominated the international spy. She real ized now that Destiny itself was fighting in her behalf that, giant intellect though he was Hugo IoubeQue had more than herself to contend with because of the unnatural baseness of his motives.
 But it was a fight, would be 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 Manila, for the papers were no better than rags here She must start immediately
 long shadow suddenly reached out before her. a very different shadow from the grotesque ones thrown by the stately palms, the gnarled and twisted Jumbo trees. First she could not make out what it was, though premonition of disaster chilled her. Motionless she stood and stared at it. ii From another direction came the cracking report of broken twig. In every di- rection as though the sound had been signal, ahadows filtered The sounds were louder now,