The log cabin Democrat., 1914-12-11

She Saw Loubeque In the Doorway. the escape dying before the sight of Loubeque's tall. saturnine figure in the doorway. the glowing cigar tip picking out his every feature. the hateful smile upon his face. He extended his hand. lowing gracefully. sardonically
 ''The packet of papers. Miss Lucille if you please" he murmured.
 For the fieeting second Lucille won dered what would happen did she-re fuse to surrender the papers to Lou beque-wOndered what diabolical thing might enter his brain when he found himself defied. A glance at the room which had started to descend upon her drove the thought away as quickly as it brought shudder through her slen- der frame. Slowly, reluctantly. she held out the packet to him. watching him furtively. as with the utmost cour- tesy he bowed and placed it in his breast pocket.
 Slowly he conducted her up the
  ed her to chair, seating himself at the desk.
 Il am not going to threaten you again" he said quietly. II wish you to know that this is the last time you can interfere with my plans. Child, can you not be made to see what folly 1t is-this fight against me?'
 MT LOubeQue," she said softly. have you never grieved that it is i'm possible for the finer feelings you are continually suppressing to be returned because your ambitions are cruel and base? do not like to wage this con- stant war with you. l do not like to battle with the man who has been so kind to me in his own way that could love him as another father. But you would ruin my father; you would wreck my sweetheart's life. You would keep me apart from perfect happiness after l have merely peeked through the door of that happiness only to have it slammed shut in my face. Cant you see that 1t is you who must go down to defeat? Cant you see that love such as supports frail girl to battle with you as l have done will not be downed by the most powerful man? Can't you see that cannot stop even if l do sometimes grow very tired and sick at heart and pray to this soul of mine to let me lie down for little while and rest? Rest-rest"- She broke off with a sob of the most acute distress There Is no such word as rest for me. Always it is go on. go on, constantly go on, until it seems l must fall along the wayside. But 1 do not fall l have won from you con stantly; l have always won, and 1 shall always continue to win. And you know it, Mir. Loubeque. for l can see it on your face-now."
 Like one inspired she was, as the haltlng tones of her plea changed to those of passionate conviction, cer- tainty that expressed itself in words tumbling from the tongue with utter abandon, words that seemed to come from other lips than her own. And as Loubeque looked back at the beauti- Lui hSuit ol tilt SHi ht VI dS llilStt to see that suddenly she seemed to have changed. that the slip of child who had come on board the Empress from the hydroaeroplane had suddenly become woman of such capacity for love and hate as even he himself did not have.
 Came back to him the girl he had loved and whom he still loved as fond ly as in the old days of Filtration walk at the Point, from which he had been | expelled. Swiftly she came to his side, placing her hand upon his shou- | 0er. her voice low and tender again | like the signing of an April breeze through the greening baby leaves. You think you are working for hate, | and all the time you are working for the same reason that 1 am-you are | working because of love. Can you not see what perversion of love is this thing you constantly seek to do? ! Can you not
 Lucille could feel the mans shout 1 ders trembling, could mark the tre- mendous effort he made at self con, | trol. She was almost ready to plead l with him for a return of the papers to give up his entire life work and