Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-25


Mountains of sifted along her path,
bearing her gently to their crests and passing
her through the trough of sea to the next wave
in line. From watching the myriad stars blazing
in the heavens she became interested in trifies,
never thinking of the precious papers she had
rescued at SO great effort from the international
spy, forgetting even the ones at Manila on whose
behalf she had taken such risks to get them
back Came a long interval of restfulness where
everything grew dim and indistinct and the water
in which she being tossed about seemed like
q fostering mother upon which, in perfect con-
fdence, she could rest her weary head and sleep.
The lap-lap of the waves wove itself into a
lullaby and slowly her eyes closed and, dream
ing, she slept.
Little needles continually prickling at her
flesh brought her from slumber abruptly she
Strengthened bolt upright, staring about her in
credulously. Before her stretched the giant
ocean, peaceful save for playful white caps
that rushed ferociously at her from far down
long sand bar then wore themselves out by the
Hme they touched the soles of her feet. Every
nerve and sinew of her body ached terribly
cramping her she could barely look about the
long expanse of beach that seemed to stretch
interminably in every direction Behind her she
finally managed to clear her eyes enough to
make out luxurious vegetation, obviously
tropical. The sun, copper caudron glared upon
her, almost burning her flesh with the ferocity
with which he applied his heat in effort to
loosen the joints stiffened by so long cold and
exposure.
Safety meant little to her. Her brain was
in such a state that the providental escape
seemed natural. That she was alone upon an
island in the Pacific seemed simple enough
Nothing mattered. Again she closed her eyes and
gave herself to slumber which lasted until
nightfall
Securely hidden by the thick vegetation, she
settled down, taking a firm grip on herself and
trying to reassemble the things that had hap
pened to her in such fashion that she night
know what was best to be done. And always
primarily did her thoughts revert to the papers
concealed in the bosom of her dress, the papers
and the man who sought them.
Even here she shuddered at recollecting the
features of the man, so expressive of his char
acter The premonition came to her that moth
ing could thwart him. that his cold resolve was
so great as to force the elements to battle
with him. And yet-what was it all about? Why
should this man so desire to ruin the ones she
held dear?
The papers-Undoubtedly there was some-
thing in them which would afford the clue. She
stared at the oiled belt thoughtfully, fighting
down the instinct which repelled her touching
the secrets of another. There something in
the very care with which the oiled belt had been
wrapped about its contents that told her how
imperative it was she should have scruples in
fighting so versed in warfare as Hugo Lou
beque
The bulky envelope from Washington 20 her
father which the butler had stolen from the safe
was still upbroken She placed the packet to one
side, knowing that II the spy did not care to
investigate the contents there could be nothing
in them which would assist her. The diary she
investigated next, reading there until the shafts
of moonlight which penetrated the thick foliage
wandered away, leaving but pale, silver shadow.
But Lucille paid attention to the lack of
light was not even thinking of her predicament.
Thoughtfully she sat there the diary in her lap,
the picture of her mother in her hands. She
knew the life OF Hugo Loubeque now, knew the
dominating hatred of his life the love of his life,
the gigantic efforts of the man, involving
tions and humanity, the thousand tentacles of
the man. stretching to every quarter of the globe.
But as she looked at the faded picture the
spy had cherished through all the years, tears of
pity filmed her eyes, pity for the who could
allow love to associate itself inseparably with
hatred.
The unselfsh love for wrongly accused
man was the motive that impelled her every
move, had led her to take such great risks would
head her to take any that might be even greater.
Hate. misshapen offspring of a wrongly founded
1 lied now that Destiny itself was fighting in her
behalf that, giant intellect though he was, Hugo
Loubeque had more than herself to contend with
because of the unnatural baseness of his motives
But it fight, would be fight to the
bitter end She must find out where she was,
what nature of place this might be, what chance
for rescue there was. She must get back to
Manila, for the papers were no better than rags
here. She must start Immediately.
long shadow suddenly reached out before
her. a very different shadow from the grotesque
ones thrown by the stately palms, the gnarled
and twisted Jumbo trees. First she could not
make out what it was, though premonition of
disaster chilled her. Motonless she stood and
cracking report of broken twig In every d.
rectiop as though the sound had been a signal
Tosvs Uttered. The sounds were louder now