Arizona republican., 1914-09-18
CHAPTER XXXXVII.
4 Mysterious Cabaret Number.

Mysterious Cabaret Number. I UCILLES return to her apartment at the ho- O tel was greeted with an apparent respect that spoke plainly of the arrival of the flood of pack ages she had ordered sent immediately. Her lips still frightened, her eyes cold ice, her head high she entered the elevator and shot to the cozy room where the bundles and boxes piled
 Upon every conceivable article in the room they were, but she seemed to take little pleasure in opening them. In piles she assorted them, hats, gowns, lingerie, gloves hose, little trinkets dear to the heart of all women. Then she seated herself and carefully coldly made choice of what she intended wearing for the conquest of Lou beque.
 How odd it all seemed Before her rose a picture of the great spy. many pictures, and curiously sad little smile twisted her lips as she realized that winning him would give a bit terness to her life which she could never forget, the bitterness of losing the great respect she held for him as an enemy the bitterness of hay ing obliterated from memory those times when the tenderness dormant in him had come to the surface as he cared for poor, sick girl, fighting unequal battle.
 It several hours later that she looked at herself in the long cheval glass; frank admira- tion and wonder tingling within her, mantlng her cheeks with that ruby necklaces could have purchased For the first time she real ized that she wonderfully beautiful that the girl who had landed aboard the Empress in her riding habit, who had fought her way through
 
 into a wonderful woman whom worship and fall down before in breathless admiration. Her eyes, too were slanting, the eyes of odaesque while there was just the curling hint of invita- tion in the full, red lips that tended to beguile Yes, adventure purpose and fullness, the con- stant battling for others, the omnpresent Love within her had broadened and ripened her into q full, rich womanhood such she had not dreamed possible. And even as she stood there came clear tapping upon the door. With smile upon her lips she moved toward it, allow ing it to open, the slightest fraction at time, all the drameturgic which is part of femniuity telling her how to enhance the effect of her ap- pearance.
 Hugo Loubeque stepped within. It was char acteristic of the that he did not halt im- mediatey he saw her but moved until he was well inside. Then he turned. immaculate ip his evening clothes, and bowed gravely, his eyes talk ing her in from head to toe. frank admiration glowing in them Neither mentioned the contrast in her appearance. The spy merely waited. while into his eyes crept the hint of challenge min gled with the cloud of premonition of danger. Instantly she resented it.
 "You will dine with me?' His manner was courteous ever, vet there change. Some thing already lost between them. some of the strands which bound them together as in- separaby through enmty could have bonds of friendship slackened dropped apart never to be put together again.
 Lucille merely nodded. Her heart was grow ing larger and larger, and she found herself frightened. Dangers of all sorts. adventures, everything she could endure with not the slight est fear but there something in her now that set her pulses throbbing irregularv and rendered her speechless. She rested her hand upon his sleeve and allowed him to escort her to the din ing-room.
 In the dining-room she gave herself over to a mood effervescent as the champagne that bub- bled in the glass before her, creamng and cast ing up its little spiras of sprites. laughing glee- fully with her own thrilling mirt ~ bit too nery- to be quite unaffected.
 Loubeque had not proven adamant against the frank admiration which went the length of