The daily sentinel., 1914-06-24
CHAPTER XXVII.
At the Pier.

HUGO LoUBEQUE stood little apart from this
eager passengers gathered at the rail- watch
Ing the giant harbor of the Golden Gate creep
Ing about them. encircling them His eyes
glowed with somber fire. but no muscle of his
face betrayed by much a 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 IL
meant bitterness gall. 1t meant the country
that had been his but which had cast him forth
an unworthy son unfit TO be Its citizen. His eyes
fastened morosely upon the slender pretty slip
OF girl clingtng 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 slow crunching as the great ship
swung into her moorings. Hugo Loubeque slow
ly lifted the cigar from his mouth and waved it
in a deliberate circle that ended with its tip
pointing toward the slender girl. He caught her
eyes and smiled ut the expression of terror of
fear in them as he saw she had marked his ges-
ture.
Came a crowding forward in the center OF
the throng upon the deck The gangplank thrust
its out, out, until it rested upon the dock
the narrow gangplank that all remaining OF
the vest distance separating these pas
sengers from their homeland. Some OF them
looked about in surprise at sound of a cultural
oath. They saw n tall, Sosnber saturnine pas
senger, smoking a cigar, his eyes fastened upon
a squad of blue coated policemen, edging their
way from the rear of the throng into the exact
center. They wondered.
Lucille tripped down the gang plank. once
the 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 80 closely she hidden from sight. The
policemen were fighting their way to the ship.
Came scream in womnn's voice. Loubeque
bent forward, his lnuckles showing blue white
from the fierceness of his grip upon the
liners rail.
"Help Help! Cap"
The officers whirled in the direction of the
girls voice. The crowd Of men jammed 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 men gave way before her. Her
screamed smothering her lips with kisses
my poor, dear sisteri" she sobbed
trollably, her arms about Lucilles 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
there Their leader, a sergeant. stepped toward
tho captain.
"You sent a wireless, sir, regarding young
woman" t
The captain turned to Loubeque, his eyes
threatening.
'The girl" he demanded. What has become
Of" ~ ir4
Hugo Loubeque lazily pointed his cigar to
ward black, high powered motor car leapins
out into the city's street.
"The insane girl?" he smiled. 81 believe
saw her step into that machine, Captain
The sergeant waited curiously. Knowing
there something between the two men
scentinQ the atmosphere of hatred, he waited.
mo now, sergeant sighed Lucillea
friend
Hugo Loubeque deliberately lighted fresh
cigar then, still smiling, stepped toward ths
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