The Gem worker and the Idaho labor herald. (Boise, Idaho) 1914-1917, 1914-12-24

ment she hesltated in the hail. then
stepped boldly to the suit OF the spy,
rapping upon the door.
Hugo Loubeque, master OF men and
nations, whose power was SO great
the course Of empires halted ut his
SPOKEN word Of command, moodily
stared out bis window after the car
rier pigeon he had just released For
forty years he had bent every energy
Of bis life for this day. And now that
1t had come. somehow the sweet had
turned bitter upon his palate.
Strangely enough, tender smile
played about the corners OF his hard
mouth as he thought OF the girl upon
the same floor with him. the girl who
was the image Of the Lucille Of forty
years ago.
Lucille. He murmured the name
over tenderly. even as his fingers
plucked the precious picture Of the
girls mother from his breast pocket.
He had treasured that picture above
all other possessions these forty years.
yet now he found himself regarding
it merely as the likeness OF the daugh-
ter. Lucille. the daughter Of that 9th
er Lucille Of the long ago
He rose impatiently. ashamed OF the
mellow mood that was upon him, and
moved across the foor The slight
swaying of the curtains that connected
with the bedroom caught his eye. He
did not pause. did not even hesitate.
but hard look crept into his eyes.
A tapping on the door made him
frown lmpatiently. then answer it,
smiling to lind Lucille. dressed for
the street. confronting him.
''Since the mountain won't come to
Aohamet, Mohamet must go to the
mountain she quoted with a light
laugh, laugh that belied the worn
expression about her lips.
THE mountain certainly knew OF no
desire"-laughed the spy, frank pleas
ure on his c0untenance. lis It walk
you planned-tea?"-
IAN invitation to luncheon" she re-
turned. land | wonder II 1t would be
too much to ask of you to see that
they give me a good machine for the
afternoon"
I'll phone he responded, harden
ing instantly at the shadow Of dis
pleasure that crossed her face. Evil
IDENTIFY she wished to be rid OF him
He smiled to think OF how close the
game was to being finished. Some
how. he could not get any acute pleas
ure out Of 1t now be looked at this
smiling girl and realized, that precious
few would be the smiles upon that
face after be had finished. But. pshawl
Why would his mind persist in think
ing of such things? He bowed and
repeated the hour Of their engagement
as she tripped down the hall. then re-
sumed his seat at the table
From drawer there he took a small.
thin mirror which be slipped swiftly
into the Zap Of his glove, then placed
the glove upon his hand. A grim
expression was on his face as he lean
ed back in his chair once more. his
eyes fastened upon the entrance TO the
bedroom as revealed to him IN the
mirror. an automatic pistol gripped in
his free hand
Hour dragged upon the heel Of hour.
Slowly the gray head Of the man
swayed from side to side. He caught
himself abruptly. Again his head sank
toward his chest. this time to remain
there. Apparently Loubeque slept as
he did everything else. soundIy. yet
with the least possible amount OF
effort
The portieres swayed more and
more heavily. Grew the outlines of
human face against the smooth velvet