The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-23
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 Loubeque restrained her firmly. The changing of the bells throughout the house ceased instantly just as loud hammering on the door below rose. Came flying rush of men within the room, filling it completely. Loubeque swiftly glanced about at the anxious faces, then nodded. t ''The tunnel.'' he cried sharply.
 Suddenly Lucille became aware that the room was shooting downward like . giant elevator. She glanced about her, sick with apprehension, upon the faces so close to her own in the mar row confines, A breath of rank cool air famed her cheek from out the darkness. Loubeque's hand was upon her wrist, his voice softly advising her to follow him. Far in the distance a little speck of light reached out toward them
 For what seemed an endless distance she was led by the spy, with always that rush of feet behind. The light was growing broader, brighter Lou beque released his hold upon her. She could see him reach and press harshly against something, a door evidently, for the light slowly heightened and broadened Daylight and foreign street.
 A bitter sob broke from her lips as she looked at Loubeque and realized how infinitely far away she was from the man she loved.
 
 Days upon the desert-blistering days with mercfless sunlight pouring from the molten kettle overhead, burning savagely at the inpervious sand and cacti that alone had resisted the fire 50 many ages
 Nights of cold, unwinking stars stars pitiless in their steady undeviat- ing scrutiny as the glover of sun; nights where the desert breeze search ed out the marrow of the bones; nights surrounded by the minions of Lou beque, by Loubeque himself; nights of sleeplessness for herself, but nights filled with the sounds of the slumbers of her captors..
 Save Hugo Loubeque. Loubeque never slept Lucille saw he had steel ed himself against her vow, that never again would she be able to penetrate his pitilessness in the pursuit of his previous revenge.
 Close at hand was the hour for him to strike, ready at hand were the means. What was his object in seek ing Mexico and the Constitut1onalist leader she had no means of knowing ? That there was a great object, one k which she must defeat at any and all costs, she knew.
 It was the eighth day he ran into foraging party sent out by Villa in ad- vance of his main army. Much as she knew of the mysterious spy. Lucille was still surprised to mark the respect and deference paid him by, the dark skinned rebels. Consequently several days later. days of tireless travel, she was not surprised on reaching the main body of the army to find herself being treated with the greatest respect, while Loubeque was in constant con- sultation with the rebel leader.
 Day after day she felt the growing helplessness of her position Loubeque seemed omnipotent in the opinion of these men upon whom he appeared to have stumbled
 Still she would not permit hope to die. The Justice of her cause, the growing humanity of the international spy, her very youth and the power of her love forbade this.
 Through the very eagerness and des- peration of this feeling she slowly be came aware of the attitude toward his l master of Thompson She was aware of the subtle atmosphere of hatred which the slick scoundrel's mask of servitude concealed so we'll. In lieu of anything to do on her own account she took to watching the man, following his every move. his every change of expression.
 Enmity toward the master he had 1 served so well and who had snistreated him mingled with hatred for the girl l he had so bitterly wronged and who had brought his punishment about Consequently Lucille was surprised to come across briefly scrubbed note on f bit of rice paper such as she had often noticed the butler using in rolling cigarettes. It was pressed tightly against one of the partially cut slices of bread when Thompson served his master and Lucille with their dinner She detached the fragment of bread dropping it to the floor and securing the fragment of paper as she picked il up, concealing 1t in the palm Of hel I hand.
 For what seemed countless hours she bravely attempted to eat the food be fore her, tried to endure the heart breaking period during which Lou beque smoked silently at his cigar. Il was with sigh of relief so obvious ths spy was obliged to smile that she made half hearted protest at his retirement No sooner had his figure ceased tc darken the doorway than she started eagerly to examine the message.
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