Arizona republican., 1914-08-07

evident that the flibuster had no intention of obeying the signal to haul in.
 The pair who had fought one another so cor dially stared at the scene until both boats melted into the sun, beIow the sun. then dropped be yond the horizon. The ocean which seemed so restful from the deck became the creature of thousand giant heads that lifted them high then slapped their cockle-shell craft back into the trough behind. And, in ever-recurring succession the orderly army of the marched upon them. toyed dersiyely second with them, then passed by, leaving them to the next rank The air was growing colder, colder, spray slash ing them and searching their clothes, with file like tips.
 Hugo Loubeque was watching Lucille narrow ly. Their predicament seemed not to worry him, the fact that the Captain of the filibusters had consigned himself and his enemy to such fate was of little account. Lfe to him, had been succession of dangers equally appalling And he was still alive But the motive of his life, the thought of revenge with which he made weak body so many times compel itself beyond the limit of endurance still al-dominatirg Wariiy he studied her downcast face, the melancholy express sion given to it by the sweep of flashes fringing her eyes. She started, awake from her reverie, her thoughts-which had been speeding home ward--brought back to the boat instantly, her own motive of Love which must compel her to fght springing powerfully within her.
 "The papers, Miss Lucille" Loubeque said quietly twill you kindly give the papers to take ofY'
 The papersi Then the spy did not know that (dpId1n WeI0eTeu DdQ possessed UlluSeil OI uHc precious bag before having her placed in the open boat Instinctively her hands flew to her bosom, the harsh feel of the ruby necklace which she had taken from the underground cavern with her, meeting her clutch. Rubes of untold, of fabu- ous value she had and the thought of power, of money-should she ever come safely out of thfs-gave her sweeping sensation of elation. Surely, the rubies had been left to her for some object. Fate, that had been manifested and had always eventually proved so kindly would not gibe at her by giving her that which would mean great power among human beings only to allow her to drown without the oppor- tunity of using it.
 Captain Wetherell took the papers," she an- swered quietly, studying the spys face to see what effect the announcement made. Again un- willing admiration for the mans imperturbabi1ty his acceptance of circumstances came to her as che met his level, unwinking scrutiny Slowly he nodded.
 Indeed" he murmnred, then after a long period spent in profound thought ''wel perhaps 1t is better so. Perhaps it is better"
 For full hour he did not speak, an hour wherein the stars sprayed themselves over the heavens, as though the great Celestial gardener drew protecting blanket from off his precious flowers and exposed them to the Nature from which they drew their sustenance. Lucille fanc1ed she caught a glimpse of the long-wcked friendly star that beckoned to her when she hid from Che leopards in the tree-top, and the thought re- assured her. Hugo was speaking, softly, as though to himself.
 "Yes child, perhaps it is better It is so much simpler to fight against Wetherell than against you"
 There was a note of pathos, of longing, in his tones that made her lips tremble in sympathy for the man who had so spendidy misjudged the life that had been given him, had so misused the marvellous brain. Again came that feminine in- etinct to proselyte and again did glance at his determined face make her desst. She would fight and fight and die fighting to prevent him accomp- fishing his aim, but, to save her, she could feel no hatred against this who would wreck those che held most dear.
 "You still have hope?" she murnured, anx- lous to hear him answer in the affirmative. Y "Hope!" he laughed aloud "Child, it is writ- ten in the stars that I shall not fail, cannot fail You have read my diary Mo-" he lifted his hand in protest she would have inter- rupted q do not blame you. I admire you the more for doing anything to work out your mis- sion You know from that diary what I have done to accomplish my ends. have overthrown nations have thousands at my feet. And all for what? That when I struck at the man 1 hated there should be no chance for failure. And now the last chance has been overthrown. l faltered, Lucille I faltered when I should have put you out of my path forever; when l shoule have made an end to your interfsrence. And had