The daily sentinel., 1914-07-01

YES" she muttered family "You have
news. Tell me- am quite strong TO bear any
thing after-this'' Her eyes swept him with
brief contempt, then flashed about her prison.
But the feeling was merely momentary. swal-
lowed up in the great fear for those she loved
Lucille The spy's eyes fell before the
fear in the steady ones that met his
Lucille, you are too young yet to know that in
the completion of any great work, always there
are those who must suffer. l do not attempt to
defend myself before you. / do not attempt to
boast, but you know that the enterprise OF my
life has been the greatest mortal victory Just az
the construction of man is the most marvellous
Divine achievement" He stopped, evidently find
ing 1t hard to continue.
81 would not harm you Lucille; would not
cause you one moments grief misery, ply
steal mental, for anything In the world. But
l would allow not even the-yes, the love bear
you because of your likeness to your mother to
stand In the way of destroying you utterly
should you attempt to get in my path. And /
am very happy today, very happy for myself
while l am, at the same time, very unhappy be-
cause of your distress. know you cannot
derstand my feeling 1 only wish you to know
that you have stolen the fruits the sweets of
my victory because knowing you has made it
pain for to so much see your lips a.
tremble"
"victory?" She whispered the word aloud.
1t dinned In her ears with maddening insistence,
drowning his tones completely. "Victory? You
mean?"
Silently he put the newspaper in her out
stretched hand She took it numbly, staring at the
black, loaded type heading the column staring
at the familiar. the beloved name of her sweet
heart there. When she looked up Hugo Loubeque
was gone, had disappeared But that did not
matter TO her now. The nature of his disappear
ance did not even impress her. Nothing mat
tered. The spy's victory approaching
petion- One link In his plot had been welded
making the remainder of the work simple. But
1t was not complete. 1t not yet finished.
Lucille looked about her wildly She a
prisoner, but before this she had been an apa-
thetic prisoner, content to accept her solitary
everything that life held dear to her was being
taken away. She beat her tiny fists against the
window. then stopped at the utter futility of 1t.
She looked down and her eyes stared wide into
those of a pedestrian upon the sidewalk. It was
the captain of the ship who had been her friend
She waved her hand knowing from his express
sion that he recognized her, that he had been
hunting her. He made a motion as Of writing
and she nodded swiftly, then darted toward the
little DRESSING table.3t taH -el6,sirl n te.
5lilAnd there she sat dumb with misery In
the delight of seeing friends face at the psy-
geological moment, when her despair, her misery,
her desperation was at its height she had not
thought simple thing like pencil, pen, ink,
paper might be necessary. They had always
seemed inevitably close at hand she naturally
expected them. Again the realization of the
with which she entornbed here came upon
her She darted back to the window. The cap
tain had disappeared. Hopeessly, breathlessly,
she waited. 1t half hour before he re
turned And shot swift glance toward her Then
she ized that he wise enough to make
his appearance on the street seem natural,
casual, by not passing the place often. He
frowned impatiently as she shook her head,
frowned and passed with significant f-'Hnce
toward the house
In despair Lucille looked about her taper
she had She store the blank strip off the top of
the newspaper page, tore it that the headline
regarding Lieutenant Gibson appeared beneath
fastened viciously in her lower lip, so viciously
that when she withdrew them a tiny drop of rcd
blood appeared upon the delicate sk n. n only
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