Idaho labor herald. (Boise, Idaho) 1913-1914, 1914-12-03

terranean cave Times without num-
Der she regarded the glowing stones,
shuddered at the blood red rays that
mocked her from each facet imagining
the heart of each to have borrowed
some Of it's luster from the rivers Of
blood that had been shed through the
lure OF its knocking 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 she sat beside
the window, dejectedly looking out
upon the well nigh deserted street,
she was suddenly aware of shadow
falling upon the glass. She sprang to
her feet, turned to face Loubeque. The
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
OWNED it held something that would
hurt her. She nodded slowly, catching
her breath with an effort. lighting back
her nameleSs terror.
Lucille The spy's eyes fell be-
fore the fear in the steady ones that
met his own. Lucille, you are too
young yet to know that in the compile
ton of any great work always there
are those who must suffer" He stop
ped. evidently finding it hard to con-
tinue.
II would not harm you, Lucille;
would not cause you one moments
grief or misery, physical or mental, for
anything in the world But | 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 so l am very
happy today-very happy for myself,
while ! am at the same time very I'M
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. loaded 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 disappearance
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 futility of it.
She looked down. and her eyes stared
wide into those of a pedestrian upon
the sidewalk 1t was the captain of
the ship who had been her friend. She
waved her hand. knowing from his ex-
preston 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
at the psychological moment, when her
despair, her misery. her desperation.
was at its height, she had not thought
simple thing like pencil, a pen, ink.
paper, might be necessary. In despair
Lucille looked about her. Paper she
had. She tore the blank strip Off the
! top of the newspaper page, tore it SO
that the headline regarding Lieutenant
Gibson appeared beneath Il. She star
ed helplessly In the mirror, her teeth
fastened vtciously In her lower lin. SO
viciously that when she withdrew
them tiny drop of red blood appeared
upon the delicate skin. If only she had
pencil or pen, something to write
with
The blood drop fell upon the paper,
carmining It. Lucille gasped delight
eddy. Her hand seized a pin from the
writing table and dabbled at the blot.
1t had dried up. Nerving herself she
lightly jabbed the pin into the BAH Of
her thumb. feverishly writing upon
the blank paper How painful 1t wasl
now sWliLly the blood driedl But she
must-she must
Prisoner Of Loubeque-H ere-Help
Read head
She swayed slightly. She could en-
dure the torture no longer. Il was
sufficient He could piece together
what ne read. what she had told him
aboard the ship. But how to reach
him with the fragmentary strip az
paper7 Tearing the necklace from
about her throat she detached a level
swiftly and wrapped the strip Of pa
per about it. In one leap she had
reached the window. The captain was
still there.
For moment Lucille hesitated. she
must break the window pane. Swiftly
she took a slipper from her foot. drew
back and brought the tiny heel crash