Arizona republican., 1914-09-11

sweetheart here, in flesh and blood. the hand of
Loubeque about her waist. drawing her gent
ly but firmly away from the window. Instructive
ly her eyes flashed last look down, all the
fraty of her woman's nature reaching ont in
that glance to the masculine sweetheart beg
ging for his strong arm to aid and assist her.
Gone from her all the strength and initia-
tive and courage that had enabled her to brave
the dangers she had been through for his sakes
gone everything save her desire for him to
her. And. the easement shut out
her view of him, she caught the lighting flash
of recognition as her appeal drew his own eyes
to that window. And she knew he had seen her.
Loubeque restrained her firmly. He did not
speak but she flashed triumphant glance at
him. laughing look that defed him to do his
worst bis face was scanned with sorrowful
thought. The changing of the bells throughout
the house ceased instantly, Just n loud ham,
mering on the door below Came a flying
rush of men within the room. filing it complete
ly. Loubeque swiftly glanced about at the anx-
ious faces, then nodded
"The tunnel he cried sharply.
Lucille sprang once more to the window as
his grasp upon her was removed From below she
heard the hammering upon the door but could
not see The rescuing party. Suddenly she came
aware that the shooting downward
like giant elevator. She glanced about her
sick with apprehension. upon the faces close
to her in the narrow confines. breath of
rank cool air famed her cheek from out the
darkness Loubeque's hand upon her wrist
in the distance little speck of light reached
out toward them.
For what seemed an endless distance she
led by the spy, with always that rush OF
feet behind. The light growing broader,
brighter Loubeqne released his hold upon her.
She could see him reach and press harshly
against something door evidently for the
light slowly heightened and broadened. Day.
light and a foreign street.
strange street from the upon which
she had seen the for whose sake she was
here; strange street yet close to that man.
Close?
A bitter sob broke from her lips as she
looked at Loubegue and realized how infinitely
far away she from him.
CHAPTER xXXxII.
at the Third Boot of the O,ol, Leave"
DAYS upon the desert-blisterng days with
mercess sunlight pouring from the molten
kettle overhead burning savagely at the inn
pervious sand and cacti that alone had resisted
the fire so many ages. Days where the frightfu!
monotony of scene, the british stupidity Of the
humans who lived in the atmosphere of it but
made telescope lens through which the world
shut ont that the memory-picture of home
so ever-present with Lucille might be intensified
Nights of cold, unwinking stars stars pitt
less in their steady undertaking scrutiny as the
glover of sum- Nights where the desert breeze
searched out the marrow of the bones Nights
surrounded by the minions of Loubeque, by
Loubeque himself. Nights of seepessness for
herself but nights filled with the sounds of the
slumbers Of her captors.
Save Hugo Loubeque. Loubeque never slept.
Treless. indomitable. figure apart from
everything, intent upon one object and that one
hidden from all Lucille, she he had
'steeled himself against her now. that again
would she be able to penetrate his pitilessness
in the pursuit Of his previous revenge.
Close at hand was the hour for him ID
strike; ready at hand were the means What
was his object in seeking Mexico and the con-
stitutionalist leader she had means of know
ing. That there great. object, which
she must defeat at any and all COSTS she knew.
It was the eighth day he into foraging
party sent out by Villa in advance of his main
army Much as she knew of the mysterious spy.
Lucille still surprised to mark the respect
and Difference paid him by the darS-sknned
rebels Consequently several days later, days of
tireless travel, she was not surprised, coming
with the main body Of the army, to find herself
being treated with the greatest respect while
Loubeque in constant consultation with the
rebel leader.
Day after day she felt the growing helpless