Arizona republican., 1914-09-18
CHAPTER XXXXV.
4 Tenacious Thiet.

THERE are but two stages to unconsciousness- the blank state and the drowsy stage where scenes transpiring are vaguely sensed by the sufferer only to be obliterated completely as the murmur of brock is wiped from memory ot the
 Lucille pieced together happenings vaguely after that then dismissed them as of TO ac- count Nothing appeared 10 matter She was comfortable and partially content She recol- lected for fractional space of time being lifted and carried away by strong friendly, plying arms; the memory passed Immediately with the coming of an impression of swift travel in a motor car, which in turn gave way to the more sharply etched impression of being wheeled aboard train in invaids chair. Then came vision of the lean, powerful face of Lcubeque close to her own, the gentle whisper of his voice close to her ear, calling her name over and over again, while, matching the suffering in his tones was the deeply carved lines of agony upon his face Over and again the man called to her. and yet she knew it not to her he called but to the mother whom she resembled, the woman he had loved and lost and whose memory had stirred up such hatred in his heart that he had been obliged to spend his life torturing the daughter of the loved
 As though something had snapped inside her brain the voice and face of the man brought her to consciousness so keeny acute it was positive suffering. As had happened many times be- fore she felt all her sympathy going out to this man who had proved such bitter enemy, who had brought such catastrophe upon her and hers, and who would again prove relentless should she attempt to take advantage of his temporary weakness to appeal to the better side of him.
 She fought back the words of sympathy that came to her with effort, she closed her eyes and feigned sur1ber. Her brain was working at a rate that pained her, as though 1t was forced to make up it's tardiness. Loubeque had caught and rescued her. tedly he was again in possession of the papers. Suddenly she felt that he had conquered his emotions and moved away. She slowly opened her eyes and looked about. She in her private com rartment cn the train. She alone.
 Tremendously. fearful yet almost positive her hands would not encounter that which she sought, she touched her bosom. The feel Of the necklace and papers reassured her, drove away the last mists of unrealty Where she was go- ing she did not know care. With the precious papers she could do anything. Simultaneously with the thought came one of terror Vague at first if spread over her spirit like veil that obliterated all light all hope. She tiptoed to the door, locking it, then stood moment in the center of the tiny place, her fingers seeking for the papers which her courage would rot allow her to touch.
 As though forcing herself against. her will. she closed her eyes and drew forth the bundle and necklace. Yes. there could be no doubting the genuineness of the rubes Their scintiant luster was fairly blin9ing. But she paid them little heed. Her fingers groped at the papers her eyes snapped open. Then little cry of rage and chagrin came from Ter lips
 The packet upon the table had evidently been nothing but a blind. Hugo Loubeque had taken no chances with the stolen papers even while awake. She had stolen sheaf of worth less waste paper. The international spy still held tho whip hand.
 , She clenched her pretty teeth tightly to- gstber even as she kept repeating to herself over and again the question of why-why had he bothered to pursue her when he knew how she had been misled; why had he not allowed her to go her way and leave him safe to transact the last act in his plan of revenge? Why-why- why had he taken to himself dangerous an enemy7