Arizona republican., 1914-07-24


 And, in the midst of the fight within him sell, Hugo Loubequ- would cry aloud at the birth pains of affection for the girl struggling against the demons of hate and revenge which had so long dominated his ve:y soul. And, often, in the self inflicted agony of fighting to continue his Ive-iong efforts toward annihilating General sumpter Love- her father, he would roughly or der his servant to rise and take up the dreary march once more.
 Forcing his marches in mad desire to weary ms body so, at night his brain would succumb 10 the utter weariness that grpped him. Hugo Loubeque tired to fight away this change that was struggling to take place within himself He knew that it could not come knew that the habit of lifetime, such thought as he had concen- trated on his revenge could not be beaten down by anything and still there was something with Tn him which tauHted him with his inability to put the girl out of the way where she would TO longer be a hindrance in the working out of his plans.
 He noticed a growing sullenness on the part of his servant, sulky obedience which came only grudgingly after rage had tipped his mas ters tones with menacing dccisiyeness He de- cided to watch the fellow more carefully, though at the same time laughing at himself for the nervousness which growing upon him. It was as though he could sometimes feel shadow, quite different from the dark shadow of the jungle, between his shoulder blades, where he could not reach nor identify it but which he knew for the shadow of impending calamity. And what calamity there what calamity had
 
 the shadow of the frail girl-woman who shared with him this jungle? Enemies each sworn to overcome the other odds at what cost they occupied this great, damp. beast-ridden jungle themselves the most ferocous of all the beasts within its boundaries when it came to the ac- complishment of a mutual purpOse-the holding or securing of the papers that to one meant re- venge, the other love.
 It was late in the fourth night that he final ly saw to the fire his servant had prepared and stretched out, SlnkinU almost inst into found slumber He had fought against heavy sleep for the actions of the native had been un- usually furtive and restless all day. There had been times when he. would stop rctrace their path always as though studying their trail How long he had slept he had means of knowing The widening of the most abrupt
 He started bolt upright, looking nstlnctively toward the place where his servant shoud have been But the man had gone and the fire was scattering wildly about, as though someone had Intentionally disturbed it that the jungle beasts might lose their fear of this man and bounce upon him. He heard the cracking of twigs under feet too swift to be other than those of man in terror, caught glimpse of q wavering, flashing flare of torch-light, heard the piercing wall of mans voice.
 Grasping his revolver Loubeoue spranc to his feet, instantly wide-awake. For just second he waited there then drew a steady aim upon the leaping torch. The gun spoke, followed almost in stantly by the shrill voice of Lucille.
 Don't shoot 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 his hand sought the sack about his neck. It was gone, dis appeared
 Even as he darted forward fighting mady against the black tangle of vegetation 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 wild animal, caught stray glimpse of Lucille standing dark shapeless figure of man beside the bank of little stream, while, before the waving torch she had snatched from the campfire of her enemy, great lion silently retreatng.
 Loubeque caught glimpse of this, then in his efforts to reach her side, he shut from sight completely. He tried to stumble back to her when the ground seemed to kick up it's heels and slide backwards He cutched vainly for sup port, his hands encountering the arm of man. Cold water closed upon him and, still cutching the arm. he allowed himself to float down the stream for ways. Then, in turn, he managed to secure footing and drag the body of his dead servant horribly mutilated by the claws of the lion, to shore. But search though he would the little bag that contained the papers not to be found.
 Loubeque fought his way back to the spot where he had made his fire, readily 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 ;n silence beside the place where he had seen the waving torch. And there was that in the eyes that looked down at the revolver in his hand which told that next time he would not hesitate to use it, ..,.., !,