Arizona republican., 1914-08-14
CHAPTER XVII.
At the Pier.

HUGO LOUBEQUE stood little apart, from the
 eager passengers gathered at the rail, watch ing the giant harbor of the Golden Gate creep ing about them, encircling them. His eyes gowed with somber fire. but no muscle of his face betrayed by much twitch the delight with which he welcomed land after his wander ings. the perils through which he had emerged
 To these others, the sight meant home, their country the land to which they belonged and which belonged to them. But to Loubeque it meant bitterness, gall. It meant the country that had been his but which. had cast him forth unworthy unfit to be its citizen. His eyes fastened morosely upon the slender, pretty slip of girl cinging to the rail, her lips parted as she watched the deck, black with eager friends and relatives, coming closer, closer.
 So close the passengers could make out faces, so close they could call greetings to those ashore, then a slow crunching as the great ship swung into her moorings Hugo Loubeque slow ly lifted the cigar from his mouth and waved it in deliberate circle that ended with it's tip pointing toward the slender girl. He caught her eyes and smiled at the expression of terror, of fear in them as he she had marked his ges- ture.
 Came a crowiing forward,in the center of the throng upon the deck The gangplank thrust its nose out, out, until it rested upon the dock, the narrow gangplanlz that was all remaining of the vast ocean distance separating these pas sengers from their homeland. Some of them looked about in surprise at sound of gutsural oath They tall, somber, saturnine pas senger, smoking a cigar, his eyes fastened upon squad of blue coated policemen. edging their way from the of the throng into the exact center. They wondered.
 Lucille tripped down the gang plank. Once more the man who had uttered the oath lifted his cigar Came quick upheaval in the throng. The spy smiled to himself then moved toward the plank. He looked down upon the crowd of men surrounding the slip of a girl, surrounding her so closely she hidden from sight. The policemen were fighting their way to the ship. Came scream in woman's voice. Loubeque bent forward, his knuckles showing a blue white- ness from the ferceness of his grip upon the liners rail.
 Help! Help! Cap"
 The officers whirled in the direction of the girls voice. The crowd of men jsmmed closer. resisting, without the appearance of resistance. the shoulders of the law. From outside the jam darted woman, clad in deep mourning. Easily the throng of gave way before her. Her arms were about the neck of the girl who had screamed smothering her lips with kisses. P
 My poor, dear sister," she sobbed uncon. trolably, her arms about Lucille e's waist, bear ing her through the crowd of men.
 The captain stood at Loubeque's elbow, his face troubled. The policemen fought their way to the center of the group to find no woman there. Their leader, 6 sergeant, stepped toward the captain.
 ''You sent g. wireless sir, regarding g. young woman-'
 The captain turned to Loubeque, his eyes threatening.
 The g1rl, he demanded. Nnat nas oecome of"
 Hugo Loubeque lazily pointed his cigar to- ward black, high powered motor car leaping out into the city's street.
 ''The insane girl?" he smiled. II believe saw her step into that machine, Captain"
 The sergeant waited curiously. Knowing there was something between the two men. scenting the atmosphere of hatred. he waited.
 "No use now, sergeant" sighed Lucille's friend.
 Hugo Loubeque deliberately lighted fresh cigar then, still smiling. stepped towHrd the plank.
 (Coptippsd Next Week.