The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-14
DOMESTIC HELPS AND.
 AIDS TO HOUSEWIVES

mocked her from each facet, imagining the heart Of each t1 have borrowed some of it's luster from the rivers e blood that had been shed through tbs lure of it's 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 find- ing some means of escape she took to having her meals served in her room, eating scarcely anything, so engrossed was she with her thoughts.
 On the fourth day, as Bhe sat beside the window, dejectedIy looking out upon the well nigh deserted street, she was suddenly aware of a shadow falling upon the glass. She sprang t0 her feet, turned to face IloubeQue. The spy was not smiling now. Instead there was a tender aggression @n his face, look of sympathy. In his hands he held a newspaper and instantly she divined it held something that would | hurt her. She nodded slowly, catchiue her breath with an enort, fighting back her nameless terror.
 'TucfIle's- The spy's eyes fell be-. fore the fear in the steady ones thaE met this own. sLucIIle, you are too. young yet to know that in the comple- ton of any great work always thera 1 are those who must suffer" He stop ped, evidently finding it hard to con t1nue
 T would not harm you, Lucille; would not cause you one moments grief or misery, physical or mental, for anything in the world But I would allow not even the-yes, the love bear 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 80 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 feet ing only wish you to know that you have stolen the fruits, the sweets of my victory"
 s'yictoryT' She whispered the alword aloud
 Silently he put the newspaper in her outstretched hand. She took it numb U, staring at the black, tended type heading the column, staring at the fa- miIiar. 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 disap appearance did not even impress her Nothing mattered, The spy's victory was aD- preaching completion.
 Lucille looked abo1t her wildly. She beat her tiny fists fl.saiIlst the window. then stopped at the utter futility of it. She looked down, and her eyes stared wide into those of Il pedestrian upon the sidewalk It was the captain of the ship who had been her friend She waved her hand. Knowing from his ex- presslon 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 friends fnce at the psychological moment, when her despair. her misery. her desperation. was at it's height she had not thought a simple thing like, a, pencil. q pen, ink. paper, might be necessary. In despair Lucille looked about her. Paper she had. She tore the blank strip of the top. of the newspaper page. tore it so that the headline regarding Lieutenant Gibson appeared beneath it. She star ed helplessIy in the mirror, her teeth fastened viciousIy in her lower lip, so viciously that when she withdrew them tiny drop of red blood appeRred upon the delicate skin. If only She had a pencil or pen, something to write with
 The blood drop fell upon the paper carmining 1t Lucille gasped delig- edIy. Her hand seized pin from the writing table and dabbled at ths bloc It had dried up~ Nervtng herself ghe lightly Jabbed the pin Into the bah OGt her thumb. feverishly writing uDo1 the blank paper. How painful ft Wasl How swiftly the blood drfedl But RhsH must-she must
 sPriscner of Loubeque HeFs Read head'-
 She swayed slightly She could en- dure the torture no bangeE IL Waa sufficient He could piece tossthsE what he read. what she had ted hlna aboard the ship But how to reael him with the fragna1taEy strip pf paper? Tearing the neeklRcs frou about her throat she detached Jewel swiftly and wrapped the strip of pas per about it. In enc leap ShR hnd reached the window. The captain i7aE still there.
 For a moment Lucille hesitResd- She must break the window pane. Swiftly she took slipper from her foot, drew back and brought the tiny heel crash l ing against the glass. At the sound of smashing glass she heard a rustling without her door. The captain looked up at her, and simultaneously she flliped the round missile toward him, watched him eagerly as he stopped to pick it up and then thrust it hurriedly in his pocket, passing on She saw Thompson, the butler, slip hurriedIy out of the door and take after him Then a slight creaking. as of rusty hinges, and she stared about. her in mute horror. She was moving down and walls were advancing forward