Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-16

fore this opportunity which was slipping with
every faint creaking. sound that reached her
ears. She flung herself wildly through the tangle
of thick vegetation that barred her way from
the sound crying aloud at the top of her voice
for assistance even though she knew sound
could carry to the men. She found herself stand
ing upon a pebbly little beach that snatched a
serene crescent of water from the ocean, Strain
ing her eyes she could dimly see q large row.
boat at the tip of the crescent it's objective
point being obviously beautifully slender Yacht
anchored well out to sea.
Lucille waved her arms in the air wildly,
running up and down the beach in desperation
as she saw her opportunity for escape from the
terrible jungle receding. Her throat was racked
from the dry sobs which escaped her. sobs of
rage and chagrin at her own cowardice and folly.
The papers were in her possession, the papers
for which she fought so hard and which were
useless here. And, at the first opportunity to get
away, get where they might do some good, her
courage had failed her.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks her
lists tightly clenched as she pressed them
against her breast frightened for fear what sbc
had seen might turn out nothing more than an
optlcal illusion. Then, with a gasp of delight
she made out that the boat had stopped, that the
man standing in the bow was no chimera of her
ooa1ir onaih ana .nat 1t was being turned and was
coming toward her. Was coming toward her.
Over and over again she repeated 1t. She
had been seen at the last moment and was goinp
to be taken away. She lifted her eyes in an un
spoken prayer, prayer that included a promse
never again to allow hardship to so weaken and
blind her as it had done this time And the
prayer was not finished before the boat
grounded lightly at her feet and she found her
self speaking to a heavy-featured, youngish man
VINO was evidently in command of the Yacht
There was something sinister about the man
something she could not define and which she set
down to be freakish feminine mood that made
her distrust him even while she told her story
She noticed that he was paving but slight atten
ton to her words but that his eyes were fast
ened upon her face in such bold admiration that
she lnstlnctlvely drew away from him.
Suddenly he turned to his men, roughly Or
dering them to prepare for the row out then
assisted Lucille to a seat alongside himself Trv
though she would she could not feel the ioy
that seemed natural the boat slipped through
the water, propelled by the sturdy oarsmen She
studied them keenly. Rough, powerful men they
were, but she was woman enough to know them
to be the sort easily handled by beautiful
woman, the weaker the easier Something told
her before she was done with the captain of the
yacht there would come the necessity for an
pealing to them And she that this man was
heartily disiked, that his arrogant manner his
gruH commands were not pleasant to his crew.
She noticed also that two of the oarsmen had
faces that showed signs of recent battering The
intuition that had served her so well before
told her Captain Wetherell, for such was the
name he used in introducing himself, had been a
party to this.
1t was the sixth day out that, for the first
time, she saw the man upon the deck in day
time. Captain Wetherell was scanning the sky,
his brow couded and his heavy jaw thrust for
ward like an angry bulldog. Lucille was stand
ing beside the old boatswain questioning him
and Willing away the long sultry day by listen
ing to the stories he loved to tell her. She was
suddenly aware of the keen lowering scrutiny of
her host and, as was her custom immediately
started toward her cabin. She heard swift
step across the deck and hurried the faster, only
pausing to look back when she reached her door
little cry of pity and rage came from her
lips when, with an ugly oath, Wetherell lifted
he oil errip-
ming maliciously down at the man, then with a
shrug of the shoulders starting to turn away
Every womanly impulse up within her at
the outrageous, uncalled-for attack Forgetful of
her own precarious position, forgetful of every
thing save the pain of the old man upon the deck,
she started to his assistance, when the door of
the Chinamans state-room slapped open and the
occupant strobe across the deck toward Weth-
erell.
And then Lucille halted stone-stl her eyes
widening with amazement and terror. She could
not analyze her sensation, did not attempt to do
so, but there was something about the move
ments of the man, commanding mastery, a
control OF self-evident rage he spoke with
Wethereu in low tones of suppressed passion
that struck chill to her heart
The captain eyed the man angrily for a mo-
ment, then turned and slipped away, his very
back dropping like that of whipped cur. Lucille
turned to enter her cabin but something caused
the door to stick open scant inch or So She
felt inclination to scream for aid but amaze
ment at recognition of the man who stepped
into the cabin behind her, softly closing the
door, held her dumb For, under the yellow
coloring, the made-up slantng eyes, the Mon
ogolian mask he had so cunningly assumed fear
loaning clarity to her vision, she recognized
Hugo Loubeque and instinctively both hands
clasped at the little bag about her neck which
held the precious papers The spy smiled at the
impusive gesture.
"You have guessed the reason for this in
trusion, Miss Love-" he murmured gravely, his
rich voice holding note of Difference and apol-
ogy which she recalled as so much part of him.
which was continually checking her hatred for
the man. II am sorry but you surely must see
by now that there is no escape from me; you
must understand that this pursuit is most un-
pleasant but that you have chance to thwart
me. The papers, If you please"
The terror-widened eyes of the girl mar
rowed slowly her gaze travelled from the in
domitabe face to the outstretched hand. No
chance, ne said But there chance, always
had been chance; always would be, SO long as
she retained the courage to fight him! The game
was In her hands, had been equal up to now.
Her lips parted in smile she moved toward
the door and held 1t open for him to leave He
frowned impatiently, shaking his head as though
at the stubbornness of child
"Miss Lucille" he continued, his tones sharp
er, you must appreciate my forbearance toward
you so far. 1t cannot continue forever I'm
doubtedly you know my power. Does it not
starte you to find me in a position of authority
upon this yacht. 1t is always so. Everywhere 1
find my assistants. Forty years of my life has
been spent in orderinp events so that e,,ob oh.