The daily sentinel., 1914-06-10

Love-twin shadows, wrath-like, yet of iron
strength-held her back from obedience. The spy
recognized the spirit In the girl and stepped to-
ward the port-hole. motioning with his hand to-
ward the dancing without his voice low
pitched yet surcharged with ominousness.
Think, Miss Love- think Of positions.
Match my strength brute strength, against your
own; measure the strength of, amy one of the
thousands who implicitly obey me- Those waters
the waves reach up toward us; think how the
body of each wave Ia but mouth large enough
and speedy enough to gup any object thrown
toward It, Think of that, Miss Love, / beg of
you. then give me the little bag you about
your neck"
His voice was full of pleading vet his eyes
heldsa death message which made her shudder
as she realized the sincerity of his threat.
"You seek to save the ones dear to you,
child, from the one hate. You think wicked,
cruel, relentless, and am all of these things.
You fight me on the impulse OF love and 1 fight
back with the poison of hnte that is my very
life, my heart and soul and my body. Forty
years ago l might have done you do now,
but all the impulses of that time dead, killed
by your father; all the love l ever had, the only
love, has been dead for forty years. killed by
your father; all the ambition of that time of
youth, the happiness Of hope, the pride OF father
land, Ia dead. has been dead for forty years,
killed by your father, General sumpter Love.
And you-you think that I would stop at vio-
lence TO prevent your thwarting me you think
J would trade those forty years of hate for the
faint splash of a girls body the waters of
this great waste. True, the sound would din In
my ears of nights-but the forty years have
been filled with Just such sounds; true, there
would be regret for who recalls memories 1
thought quite dead-but the forty years have
supplanted those memories with active dreams of
hate-hate-hate."
The while his tones grew lower, they carried
a vibrant thrill that struck at her very heart.
His face was hinty, as, with passionate pleading
she lifted her eyes to his Instinctively she
coiled as shadow fell between them. Loubeque
frowned as Captain wetheren joined them, his
eyes flashing a questioning glance at the pallid
face of the girl. Lucille watched the two
breathlessly, realizing she looked at them
that they hated each other, realizing also that
she was the cause OF this hatred Like battle
OF dogs 1t was the two, silent, motionless men
Then the spy bowed gravely and stepped on the
deck followed closely by the captain of ths
yacht.
Cold the waves were to the eve where, be-
fore' they had been warm and inviting; heart
less the splash against the yachts frail sides
where before 1t had soothed her weary brain 10
slumber and to pleasant dreams. And after all,
was she not foolish in attempting to combat this
giant OF man? Was she not absolutely in his
power? How had he aboard the boat,
dared speak to Captain Wetherell as he had,
were he not speaking the truth regarding his
position here?
whispers OF the men growing louder and louder
until she could distinguish the angry voice of
Wetherell, lifted now in surly rebellion. Lucille
shrank back against the wall visualizing from
the mans tones the expression on his face.
greater horror than the waves came leapng to
her mind Hugo Loubeque was her protection
from this brute She knew it true And the
mans voice showed that he was out from
control, that he in rebellion against the iron
hand of the spy.
There flashed across her mental vision every
lineament OF the man he struck down the old
bosun. and, as though the picture subconsciously
developed there called up the actual individual.
Captain Wethere stepped inside her cabin. with
out the formalfty of knocking, closing the door
cautiously behind him. his every movement fur
tive, his face wearing a sheepshly leering
preston he stood there regarding the girl
who faced him, her eyes dilsted with q horror
she tried vanly to conceal and under the
guise of indignation at the intrusion
"What-what do you want?"
Immediately the question passed her lips