Arizona republican., 1914-08-21

the man came back 70 her, every word he had uttered in his horribly playful mood regarding keepiug her under his finger, seeing to 1t that she could do no more harm to the working out Af his evil plans.
 And her hand closed about the diary hidden in the bosom of her dress, the diary she had read so many times she knew it well-nigh by heart, the diary with it's tale of gigantic power and unscrupulousness n the accomplishment Of one purpose. the destruction of her father. What chance did the honest simple minded captain have what chance did the officers of mere municipality have when they opposed themselves to one who overthrow nations and their rulers by the lifting of his hand?
 The lifting Of his hand just such lifting as the one he had just made to some unseen power upon the wharf, giant power probably, yet bent readily to do his will. She turned her eyes toward him, eyes that were filled with a mute appeal, then turned them away again, sick at heart as she caught the triumphant smile behind the cruel steel or his oWu. Still strain though she would toward that crowd upon the landing, she could make ort nothing suspicious. She could even the squad cf policemen marching to- ward the crowd officers of the law she knew were sent to protect her from any possible Vio- lence.
 Measuring though the sight was, her steps were slaggard as sh6 marched down the plank. Almost immedie tey she felt pressing forward in the fore ranks of the crowd, pressing for ward that tended jp her direction. She looked about her ana found mans face staring into hers from every direction. There was no enrnlty on those faces They not brutal, not even evil. But there fixed purposefulness about them, grim regard of her that told her in- stnctiyely they were the minions of Hugo Lou beque She had marked that same expression on his own face as many times, that set, iron de- termination to work cut his purpose at any and all costs Yet not hand was laid upon her, not a voice lifted. She tried to force her way for ward but steady resistance met her. She at- tempted to go to the side Again that impalpable power held her in the center of the crowd In an agony of despair she raised her eyes in mute appeal to the rail where she had last seen the captain. He would understand her distress, would help her. But, to her dsmay, she found that the jam was so close, the heads of the men so towering that even sight of the vessel was cut of from her. Then, just heavily yelled woman pressed toward her, with eyes that gilt tered menace matching poorly the affectionate pose of her form, Lucille lifted her voice, only to have her appeal smothered by the fierce en- brace of the woman, who continually referred to Lucille "her poor sister,
 She did not know how it worked, but the crowd of men opened readily for the escort and herself, not only opened but assisted them along their way. The door of great limousine stood open before her She drew away, tried to light against the strength of the mysterious woman, only to find the arm that held hers with such appearance of affection to be made Of bands of steel. Swiftly she was hustled into the car and before her companion had closed the door, the shot forward, gaining speed with every rod. The thunder of blanks ceased as the machine struck the asphalt
 The futility of further resistance made her sink back against the cushions, sick with ap- prehension of what was to come, dull apathy gradually closing about her and soothing her tired eyes. After all, she had known that Hugo Loubeque would be able to do he said, that there could be no adequate assistance against him so long as she knew nothing of his plans. She recalled all that happened before in her warfare to regain possession of the stolen pap CTS, seeing the hand of guiding Providence in her every successful effort and the many escapes she had made from what appeared certain death
 The leaped like living thing through the streets of the city and then doubled upon it's tracks so that she might have chance to place certain sites and gain idea thereby where her ultimate destination was Lucille studied her captor from under cover of her heavy lashes. She could see but little of the face for the heavy mourning veil swathing it. She only made out that she appeared apathetic dis interested, now her portion of the work assigned to her had been carried through It seemed q characteristic attitude of al who worked for the man. They were but cogs 1T vast machine, re sponsive to the masters touch, obedient, but