The log cabin Democrat., 1914-11-20
CHAPTER XIV.
Correspondence Under Difficulties
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 ed and dreaded that first meet
 The room assigned her was to all outward seeming daintily furnished bedchamber: but. trying the large win dows, she found they only could be Ter down from the top and were there covered by thin netting of metal that resisted every attempt at prylng apart Looking more carefully. she saw this same filament of wire was interwoven with the glass so they could not be completely smashed. The only means of escape lay by the door and to get out that way involved flight of steps which passed many rooms
 But she must escape. The thought of what Loubeque might be doing un impeded drove her brain tyrannically against q worn out body. She had the mans diary. wherein was evidence against him of such crimes as would have appalled, the most hardened courts. would have set nations at one another's throats. entailed countless deaths. The thing was 80 deadly that jealous though she was in her object of saving her sweetheart. Lucille knew she could never bring herself to the point of making public such docu ment She had the rubies from the l throat of the hideous idol in the sub terranean cave. Times without mum Der she regarded the glowing stones 1 shuddered at the blood red rays that mOcked her from each facet, ina giuinc ihe heart of each to have borrowed some of its luster from the rivers Cf blood that had been shed through the lure of itH mocking light.
 Apparently she was free to come and go about the place as she pleased. but the very mockery of such a freedom made her real situation pail the more ,, Absorbed in the hopeless task of tnd ing some means of escape she took tp having her meals served in her room. eating scarcely anything. so engrosscd was she with her thoughts
 On the fourth day. as she sat beside ehS NNJCNtCdiy tC'hAhS Out upon the well nigh deserted street she was suddenly aware of a shadow | falling upon the glass. Sue sprang to her feet. turned to face Loubeque Tn, | spy was not smiling now. Instead there was a tender expression on his face, look of sympathy. In his hands he held newspaper and instantly she divined 1t held something that would l hurt her. She nodded slowly. catching her breath with an effort, fighting back her nameless terror.
 "Lucille"- The spy's eyes fell be 1 fore the fear in the steady ones that l met his own. Lucille you are too 1 young yet to know that in the comple l ton of any great work always there 1 are those who must suffer" He stop. I ped. evidently finding it hard to con | tinue
 ! "l would not harm you, Lucille: { would not cause you one moments 1 gr1ef or misery, physical or mental. for ! anything in the world. But l would 1 allow not even the-yes. the love bear l you because of your likeness to your mother to stand in the way of destroy ing you utterly should you attempt to get in my path And so | am very happy today-very happy for myself. While am at the same time very un. happy because of your distress | know you cannot understand my feel. ing only wish you to know that YOU have stolen the fruits the sweets of my victory"
 Victory" She whispered the word ! aloud.
 Silently he put the newspaper in her outstretched hand. She took it numb. ly. staring at the black. leaded type heading the column, staring at the ia miliar, the beloved name of her sweet heart there When she looked up Hugo Loubeque was gone. had disap. peared But that did not matter to her now. The nature of his disa ppea rance did not even impress her. Nothing mattered. The spy's victory was ap. preaching completion.
 Lucille looked about her wildly She beat her tiny fists against the window then stopped at the utter futiity of if She looked down. and her eyes stared wide into those of pedestrian upon the sidewalk It was the captain of the ship who had been her friend. She waved her hand. knowing from his ex pression 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
 And there she sat. dumb with misery In the delight of seeing a friends face